The first hurdle is strength.
The physical body is the foundation for a martial artist's advancement; without a strong physical body, one cannot bear the vast spiritual energy.
Therefore, there are three jade pillars at each assessment point.
The martial artist taking the test used all his strength to strike the pillar.
The pillars absorb power and then light up with the corresponding star rating.
One star is the worst, and nine stars is the best.
Only those who achieve six stars or higher are considered qualified.
"pass!"
"Unqualified!"
"Unqualified!"
"Unqualified!"
Sounds kept coming.
The martial artists who passed the test stood jubilantly to the side, looking down at the martial artists who were taking the test with disdain.
The eliminated martial artists looked ashen-faced and at a loss.
Their hearts bled, especially as they watched the martial artists pass through.
The Ziwei Sect only recruits five thousand disciples at a time, so every time one is accepted, it means one less spot is available.
The martial artists behind them became even more anxious.
As Fatty Shi said, the pass rate is really not high.
Only about half of the people can pass the strength test.
Of these people, less than half can pass the spiritual energy test.
As for the final potential assessment, less than one in ten will pass.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot into the sky.
The strange phenomenon instantly shocked everyone in the assessment.
"Someone has achieved an eight-star power level!"
"My God, who is so powerful that they can actually achieve an eight-star rating!"
"I was so close to nine stars!"
"Nine stars is impossible. In the history of the Ziwei Sect, fewer than ten people have achieved nine stars in the assessment! Those nine people all became core elders of the Ziwei Sect!"
Beneath the stone pillar, a proud and aloof young man stood quietly.
"Eight stars? Humph!"
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