Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 221 220: Harvest (11 more)

Ye Ling very angrily pried Li Tianhao's hand open, his teeth clenched, thinking who the hell did he think he was?

Honest young master, full of conscience and credibility, would I, the young master, really force your shabby treasure from you?

Li Tianhao had received a turtle shell, palm-sized, with various colored patterns on it that joined together resembling the stars in the sky, very regular.

"Isn't this thing just a crappy turtle shell? I thought it was so great treasure, not even as good as my black brick," Ye Ling curled his lip, but his expression was sowhat astonished.

He looked at the patterns on it and started to feel a bit dizzy and swollen-headed. You should know, his spiritual power was very strong, and yet he couldn't see through these patterns.

Li Tianhao gnashed his teeth, his face flush with anger, "You don't know shit! This is the 'Xuan Wu Divining Heaven,' a top-grade divination treasure. That being said, even immortal artifacts don't offer as much help in divination as this treasure does."

Xuan Wu Divining Heaven, such an awe-inspiring na. Ye Ling nodded, but he was not the least bit tempted. Even if this thing were thrown at him, it would be useless.

Things have their purposes, after all. This treasure ending up in Li Tianhao's hands was the most suitable, and that was probably the main reason the Xuan Wu Divining Heaven chose him.

But why the heck did I get a black brick that's hard as hell!

In front of the black hole, the crowd was a mix of surprise, excitent, and disappointnt; but even the disappointed had gained a lot, it's just that in comparison, their gains seed smaller.

"Shenfeng, what did you get?" Ye Ling sidled up to Shenfeng, looking at him with eager curiosity.

Shenfeng chuckled, holding up a longsword in his hand. The sword was three feet long with an Azure Dragon carved on its body and a cold gleam on the sharp edge, radiating a bone-chilling murderous intent.

"Damn! You lucky bastard, this is definitely a top-grade spiritual artifact!" Ye Ling's eyes suddenly lit up.

If this sword were in his hands, even if he faced an ancestor in the late Golden Core stage, he would have dared to take him on, for it could enhance terrifying combat strength.

Seeing Ye Ling's sowhat malicious gaze, Shenfeng imdiately hugged the longsword to his chest, "Back off! If you dare steal my treasure, I'll fight you to the death!"

Ye Ling scoffed at Shenfeng viciously. Why would he steal from his own people? What a joke, am I that despicable?

Heitu Baiyun received a treasure that was a dragon-seeking plate. This artifact could help the pair better locate dragon veins and points, and it was quite fitting. They, too, were ecstatic.

Everyone passed the second trial with a mix of joy and sorrow, and the disc floating in midair slowly revealed a path, leading into the darkness in the distance.

"The next trial is a test of the heart. Those who pass may continue; those who fail will lose their eligibility."

That authoritative and magnificent voice echoed once again in the vast expanse of air, and everyone followed the narrow path into the darkness.

In the boundless darkness, with no light at all, everyone was taken aback, and then they felt as if they were transported by a powerful force into a special space.

There was no wind, no light, not even the slightest sound. All, including Ye Ling, couldn't see anything but the vast darkness.

"These bastards sure think up a lot of tricks," Ye Ling sneered contemptuously.

The first trial was about potential, the second about courage, and this third one about the test of heart. Ye Ling guessed that what was to co would be tests of strength, luck, and so on.

These trials are the most common tests in the Immortal Realm, and they generally fall into just a few categories. However, tests of the heart usually involve placing the challenger within an illusory realm, targeting their weaknesses for defeat.

Yet Ye Ling had never encountered a trial like this one, akin to solitary confinent in a prison. Although this test might seem simple, it's actually one of the most maddening.

In the darkness, akin to obliteration, without any sign of life, no one knows the passage of ti. This is the true test of one's ntal strength.

However, Ye Ling felt no fear. He sat cross-legged on the ground, taking the opportunity to study his peculiar Golden Core and that damned black brick.

Ti slowly passed, and no one knew how long it had been. Although it is said that cultivation knows no years, in such an environnt, no one could remain calm.

Whether you felt you had cultivated for ten thousand years or just a hundred, upon opening your eyes, it was still darkness.

The powerhouses from Huaxia were sowhat better off, after all, they were practitioners of the Dao or Buddhism and had a sowhat higher state of mind; they barely managed to persist. Even so, several of them could no longer hold on.

As for the powerful figures from abroad, who were mostly innate psychics, their practice of spiritual power was quite rough, and their state of mind wasn't strong.

Green, a mber of the Divine Punishnt organization, was born with extraordinary combat strength and blazing speed. In a short period of ti, he had cultivated to the Innate Realm, terrifyingly powerful.

Yet even he reached his limit in this illusory realm. He forced himself to calm down and contemplate his psychic abilities, but despite feeling that years had dragged by, he opened his eyes to find nothing but darkness.

"Impossible! Am I to be imprisoned here forever?" Green stood up, punching into the darkness, but his formidable punch simply vanished into the vast void.

Green began to waver. What was going on? There was no passage of ti, no light, no sign of life here—it was worse than hell. Opening his eyes only revealed darkness.

"How long exactly have I spent here?" Green clenched his teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Suddenly, a violent force struck him, and his consciousness blurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a vast and boundless plain.

Green was drenched in sweat, surrounded by powerhouses sitting cross-legged, so with fierce expressions, so indifferent, and many, like Green, had awakened.

"Did I fail?" Green muttered to himself. Was his ntal state really so frail?

Having failed, he had severed his path forward. Green felt regretful. If he had just persevered a bit longer, just a little longer, perhaps he would have succeeded.

Shenfeng, too, stood immovable within the darkness, like a towering mountain, never to be defeated by such a test, having been tempered to perfection from a young age within his family.

To beco a psychic or a cultivator in Huaxia ant having a very strong ntal state. Their failure to overco this obstacle was actually quite simple.

They had experienced too little ti; each of them, at most, had only lived through fifty years. But in the darkness, a blink of an eye could be a hundred years or more, longer than their entire lifetis.

This disparity led to their ntal collapse.

Yet Ye Ling was different—having once been an Immortal Emperor, he had lived through millions of years, or even more. Such a span of ti was truly insignificant to him.

Therefore, while anyone here might fail, Ye Ling wouldn't, for such a test was far too simple for him.

Pop, a crisp sound echoed in the boundless darkness, startling everyone. In the infinite void, a light slowly rose.