“Bang, bang!”
Two bells rang on time three hours later.
Those disciples who had their eyes closed opened their eyes in confusion, as if something had hit their heads.
Before they could react, they were teleported away.
The disciples watching around also guessed that it was an illusion from their reactions.
"Everyone, the second round of competition for the disciples remaining in the arena."
The disciple who was teleported off the stage finally came back to his senses from his dazed state.
"Master! I don't understand!"
"Master Wen Hai! I refuse to accept the decision! Why? I don't remember anything, why did I lose the election?"
"Yes! Master, please give us an answer!"
Wen Hai looked at the cultivators who were confused, angry and doubtful, and told them what the ancestor had told him.
"The second sect competition is a test of character, perseverance, and perception! The sect's level is an illusion. Within the illusion, you will encounter some pre-set illusions, and you will lose your memories. Those who can always stick to themselves will be the first to win! Those who are sensitive and insightful will be the second! Those who can resist giving up will be the third to win!"
"Then why do we have no memory of the illusion?"
"Yeah, isn't it true that after waking up from an illusion, you still have memories?"
This is also the most confusing thing for the monks.
Wen Hai looked at the monks and sighed secretly.
Using a trace of Daoji to create an illusion, in order to avoid backlash against the disciples and avoid being discovered by the Heavenly Dao, the only option is to use Daoji again to erase their memories.
Unless the Dao Machine is touched again, some memories will be triggered.
But how easy is it to encounter and trigger the Dao Ji?
The Lingdao Sect's meteorite crystal took countless efforts to obtain and pass down.
Wen Hai raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
"This is a high-level illusion array, personally set up by the Lingdao Sect's Out-of-Body Patriarch. Because it involves personal privacy and the sect's privacy, anyone who enters the illusion will have no memory of it."
As soon as Wen Hai said this, the expressions of many disciples around him changed.
Personal privacy—who doesn't have a little privacy? Especially the kind that's hard to share with others.
Even the monk's expression changed slightly.
If this kind of magical power were to be placed on them...
Some people couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on their backs. It turned out that the magical power of the Taoist master in the out-of-body stage was extremely powerful!
Wen Hai seemed to have anticipated the reactions of the monks present.
"Don't panic, everyone. Our sect has no intention of detecting your thoughts. The ancestor also wants to avoid affecting your minds, so the illusion does not carry your memories, and you also do not carry any memories of the illusion."
Wen Hai Hua Bi stretched out his hand and waved it, and pieces of debris appeared on the platform. There were some pictures on the fragments, which were all the confused looks of the participating disciples when they first entered the illusion. Later, the fragments were all white and nothing could be seen.
Seeing this, some people felt relieved.
However, some monks felt guilty and their eyes flickered.
Some of the monks from the watching forces appeared calm on the surface, but their hearts were already filled with turmoil.
The actions of the Lingdao Sect, especially the move of the Daojun who had reached the state of Chukou, were truly shocking.
It seems that some things still need to be done...
Wen Hai looked at the various expressions of the monks below and said nothing more.
The thousands of feathers on the eliminated monks were also distributed to the disciples who were promoted.
"Now, take a quarter-hour break. After a quarter-hour, the third round of competition will officially begin!"
Shen Qingyi returned to the stage, looked at the podium, and then looked at his hands.
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