As Mu Yan carefully observed the bridge, he noticed that as time went on, the frequency of the bridge's swaying increased, and a bold guess suddenly came to his mind.
Mu Yan wasn't the only one to discover this problem; many other observant people noticed it, but they all remained silent and were unwilling to step forward and try.
Looking at the incense sticks beside him, which were already more than half burned, Mu Yan decided to risk his life to verify his conjecture.
Without hesitation, they walked onto the bridge, and seeing that someone had taken the lead, the people behind them began to squeeze in, all vying to get onto the bridge first.
As soon as Mu Yan stepped onto the bridge, he felt it begin to shake violently, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.
Looking back, even though I had only walked less than ten meters, I could no longer see anyone behind me.
But he had no time to worry about that right now.
The longer Mu Yan stayed on the bridge, the lower the temperature became. He could clearly feel his fingers starting to stiffen, and the iron chains were becoming increasingly slippery.
As he walked forward, the wind whipped at Mu Yan's cheeks, making him feel as if he were being slashed by knives, a dense, stinging pain.
And from time to time, the helpless screams of someone falling could be heard behind them.
This is undoubtedly the most challenging aspect, with both physical and psychological pressure making people increasingly tense, and the more tense one is, the more likely one is to make mistakes.
At this moment, Mu Yan was pressured by the people getting closer and closer to him. Under extreme tension, Mu Yan lost his footing and ended up hanging on the iron chain bridge.
When a man coming up from behind saw him dangling precariously in mid-air, he hesitated for a moment, then avoided him and walked forward.
Mu Yan never expected him to help her in the first place, and now that he was ignoring her hanging in mid-air and leaving, she was even more surprised.
Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief; he was afraid that the person would deliberately make him fall while he was hanging there.
Looking at the bottomless cliff, Mu Yan took a deep breath, ignoring the pain in his body, and desperately reached for the other iron chain.
After several failures, Mu Yan found the trick, and then, with a burst of energy, grabbed the iron chain and slowly climbed back on track.
"Huff, huff, huff." Mu Yan panted heavily, looking at the road in front of him, and quickened his pace.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Mu Yan seemed to see the stone piers on the other side of the iron chain.
But at that moment, the air, which had been just cold, suddenly became biting, the iron chains froze, and leaves kept flying towards them from time to time in the thick fog.
Seeing this, Mu Yan knew he couldn't delay any longer, or things would get even more difficult later, so he pressed on and walked forward.
After slipping, he simply sat on a metal chain, grabbed both sides, and used the sliding force to move himself across.
Although it was less likely for him to slip, he also couldn't avoid the flying leaves, and his body was scratched in many places. But Mu Yan didn't feel any pain at this time, and only wanted to get to the other side.
After his tireless efforts, he finally saw the other side of the bridge. He moved towards the shore in one go, and just as he was about to reach it, he lunged forward and fell hard to the ground.
At that moment, he saw another person lying on the ground, also looking disheveled.
Mu Yan glanced at the incense sticks by the bridge; one stick had burned out, and the second one was about a fifth burned. Then he closed his eyes and rested.
"Tsk, they're all so weak." Lin Han looked at the crowd on the iron chain bridge and uttered a merciless sneer.
On the bridge, there were even cases of people fighting over a spot, resulting in both falling off the cliff.
"If they had all worked together from the beginning, they would have all passed. Would things have turned out like this?" Lin Han looked at the people who had passed the test without any injuries and felt extremely disappointed.
The remaining elders shared the same thought, but they were more concerned about the fact that some promising talents had been cruelly pushed off the bridge.
The thick fog dissipated instantly after the two incense sticks burned out, and the surrounding temperature returned to normal.
As for those who were still on the bridge and had not arrived on time, the man in dark blue robes waved his hand without any politeness, stirring up a wave that carried everyone away.
Then he looked at the genuine players who had cleared the game, and when he saw that they were all injured to varying degrees, the contempt in his eyes was undisguised.
Those who were looked down upon dared not speak out in anger, and could only grumble in their hearts.
"Drink the potion, everyone. Next, I'll take you to see the elders." Although the man looked down on them, he still distributed the recovery potions to them in a businesslike manner.
After seeing that everyone had recovered to a near-complete state, he led them to the top of the square.
Lin Han only perked up a little when the apprenticeship ceremony was finally about to begin.
"All those who passed the test lined up one by one, and they came forward one by one to have their spiritual roots tested."
After leading all the contestants to the main hall at the top of the square, the man stepped aside. The next person to speak was a pretty woman, Li Yao.
After everyone had lined up, Li Yao sat down in a chair with a spirit orb next to her and a red booklet in her hand, which recorded the personal information of each descendant.
"Luo Feng!" Li Yao read out the names one by one as she looked at the booklet.
Luo Feng, whose name was called, strode to the spirit orb, placed his hand on it as instructed by Li Yao, and then emptied his mind.
Then a bright purple light appeared, followed by a red light. The two colors filled the entire spirit sphere, but they did not mix.
"Luo Feng, dual elements of thunder and fire, top grade. Next, Han Lu!" Li Yao would announce the spiritual root of each person after their test, while another disciple would transcribe it.
"Han Lu, Water, Wood, and Lightning elements, low grade."
"Siqi, Water-type, Mid-grade."
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People kept coming forward to have their spiritual roots tested, and the elders above seemed determined to get their hands on anyone who had a single or dual spiritual root.
But at the same time, they all glanced at Lin Han, and only felt relieved when they realized that she had no interest in those people.
"Hey, buddy, are you nervous right now?" Mu Yan was standing to the side when a richly dressed man quietly moved next to him and struck up a conversation.
Mu Yan looked at the man who suddenly appeared beside her, shook her head slightly, and then silently stepped back a little.
But when the man saw that Mu Yan didn't intend to pay attention to him, he still moved closer to him and said to Mu Yan, "Brother, my name is Huo Kai. What's your name? Let's be friends."
Mu Yan stopped responding to Huo Kai's attempts to engage her in conversation, acting as if she hadn't heard him at all. Huo Kai, however, remained unperturbed and continued to smile.
"Huo Kai!"
Upon hearing his name being called, Huo Kai quickly said, "Brother, I'll head over now. See you later."
"Huo Kai, Lei Dan series, top grade."
Huo Kai's test of spiritual roots caused a slight shock to the audience. So far, more than seventy people have been tested, and only two have emerged with a single spiritual root. This made those with dual spiritual roots envious and jealous.
All the elders' eyes were fixed on the two individuals with only one type of spiritual root. This made those with slightly lower aptitude feel a strong sense of crisis.
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