On the battlefield, chaotic battles continued to break out. As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people left standing. The vast battlefield no longer seemed crowded.
Ye Futian and the others stood calmly. Ever since the Sacred Fire Sect had been defeated, no one dared to cause trouble. It was not just Ye Futian. Many top figures stood in a corner. No one dared to make a move unless they took the initiative to eliminate others.
Finally, on the sky stairwell, the elder who presided over the battle said, "Stop fighting."
As soon as he finished speaking, many of the people who were fighting scattered. The Nine Word Halos in the nine cardinal directions dimmed, and then the light screen disappeared.
This violent and chaotic battle had come to an end. Looking at those who were still standing on the battlefield, many people sighed. There were so many experts, but now there were only 3,000 left.
The 3,000 people still standing on the battlefield were already considered geniuses from all over the Barren State.
After that, many figures from the Holy Zhi Palace flashed, carrying the dead and injured down and cleaning up the battlefield. Among the crowd, there were cultivators from the Sacred Fire Sect who took away Du Ao's corpse. Their expressions were exceptionally cold. Xie Ji was the only one left from the Sacred Fire Sect who was still on the battlefield. They hoped that in the upcoming battle, he would be able to truly show his brilliance and avenge Du Ao.
Very soon, the battlefield was cleaned up. The positions of the 3,000 cultivators had long been dislocated. The elder on the sky stairwell looked at them and continued, "Next, there will be a Holy Tablet descending on the battlefield. If you can't withstand it, retreat. Of the 3,000 cultivators, only 1,000 will remain. These 1,000 will be the candidates to become disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace. Many of them will become disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace. Therefore, from now on, do your best to withstand the pressure of the Holy Tablet."
Among the 3,000 cultivators who had been selected, there were still some who were under protection. For example, the various top forces, such as the Sovereign Family, the Zhuge Family, and the White Cloud City, were not alone. Even Ye Futian's group was together. In addition, there were many who had joined forces during the previous chaotic battle.
Therefore, although these 3,000 people were relatively outstanding, they still hadn't been eliminated completely.
Next, the pressure of the Holy Monument would select a thousand out of the three thousand cultivators. These were the true disciples that the Holy Zhi Palace wanted to select, and they would officially become the candidates.
Starting from the nine Holy Roads, through layers of selection, the most outstanding people in the Barren State would be chosen.
"Next, you are not allowed to use external objects. Anyone who uses external objects to resist the pressure of the holy monument will be directly eliminated." Said the cultivator on the sky stairwell. Several cultivators flashed and landed in different positions behind the crowd, releasing a formless pressure as if isolating the battlefield from the outside world.
"Please present the sacred tablet." The boundless land became exceptionally quiet. The crowd watching from afar all looked in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace. On the sky stairwell, nine incomparably dazzling beams of light appeared. Whistling sounds were heard, and then they saw the holy tablets flying down from the sky stairwell. It was as if they had spirits, descending from the sky.
The Saint Stele was a gigantic stone stele. Each side of the stele seemed to contain a different kind of energy. When they flew down from the sky, everyone below felt their hearts tremble. They could feel a formless pressure. This pressure was extremely powerful, and there were even images appearing in their minds.
Boom, boom, boom … The nine-faced Holy Tablet descended from the sky and landed directly at the foot of the Holy Zhi Palace. Right in front of the crowd, the huge stone tablet was three Zhang tall and sat there in an arc.
Bang, bang! A series of sounds rang out, and the instant the Saint Tablet landed, many groans could be heard. Many figures were directly knocked back, and their footsteps were continuously pushed back.
For cultivators, the strength of one's spiritual will was the key to cultivation. It was a type of talent, and a very important one at that.
If one's spiritual will was weak, their cultivation would be limited. This was the reason for the selection of the Holy Tablets. Moreover, one could only rely on oneself here. No one else could help.
If one could not do it, then they would be eliminated.
Ye Futian also took a step back in that instant and steadied himself. He stared at the Holy Tablet in front of him and saw that it was fiery red. When he looked at it, he felt a terrifying body of fire walk out from the tablet.
The body was extremely huge, like a god of fire. With terrifying steps, it pressed towards him. He could not help but want to retreat, but when he thought that this was a test, he naturally knew that he could not retreat.
Spiritual will attacks were a very strange kind of power. They did not seem to be physical, but they were no different from physical attacks. Ye Futian knew that the Holy Tablet was still standing there, but at this moment, what he saw was no longer the Holy Tablet. Instead, it was the figure that was walking towards him step by step, wanting to burn him to death.
He felt his spiritual will and body burning. It was very painful. The figure seemed to be very far, but very close at the same time. It walked towards him step by step, but it could not reach him. However, the pressure was getting stronger and stronger, and it was almost impossible to withstand.
The Fire of the Sun shone brightly and a sun appeared behind Ye Futian. The power of the Fire Will bloomed. He closed his eyes and endured the intense burning. He was not afraid of the pain, and he even felt the terrifying flame power contained within.
"Jieyu," Ye Futian called out softly. Ye Futian called out softly, a little worried for Hua Jieyu. The Holy Tablet descended from the sky, and it was practically making one endure endless pain. A little carelessness could cause one's will to collapse.
In reality, this test could also have used the bodies of the Holy Zhi Palace's experts to release pressure. However, people were selfish, and there was no way to ensure absolute fairness. The so-called Holy Tablet was the same for everyone, and those who could not withstand it would be eliminated.
Hua Jieyu was also in extreme pain at this moment. She sat beside Ye Futian and released a formless spiritual energy, enveloping her body and resisting the pressure.
Bang!
Someone's body was pierced by lightning and was sent flying. He then fell to the ground, coughing up blood. The Sage Plane figures outside the battlefield stretched out their hands and lifted the person into the air, bringing him outside. This person was clearly someone who could not withstand the pressure, and in the end, he was heavily injured because he could not withstand it.
The followers of the top geniuses were also eliminated one after another, unable to withstand it.
There were also Starry School disciples beside Ye Futian who could not withstand it. Qin Yin's body even trembled slightly, and an extremely painful expression appeared on her face. Suddenly, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her body trembled violently. She retreated, directly out of the battlefield.
The pressure dissipated, and Qin Yin looked at Ye Futian. Xuanyuan Bashan, Xie Wuji, and Zui Qianchou were all still holding on. As the daughter of the Wind Sage of Mount Jiuxian, she was the first to give up.
A look of disappointment appeared in her beautiful eyes. Qin Yin knew that it was probably because she had an extraordinary status on Mount Jiuxian, and she was a girl who was spoiled by her father. As such, she had not experienced such pain, and her spiritual will was clearly weaker than others.
Having a superior family background did not necessarily mean that one's talent was better.
There were many descendants of the top forces, but the truly outstanding ones had all emerged from them.
"He's actually not even as good as a condor." Qin Yin looked at the Black Wind Condor behind Ye Futian. The demon had been very quiet, and she did not expect it to be an extraordinary demon.
People continued to be eliminated, and soon, there were only about 2,000 people left out of the 3,000. The rate of decline also gradually slowed, but there were still people who could not withstand it and were eliminated from the battlefield.
At that moment, in the battlefield, Huang Jiuge stood straight, and three beams of dazzling Sovereign Qi bloomed from his body. His entire body was holy, and it was as if he was fighting against the will, extremely domineering.
In another direction, Bai Ze of the White Cloud City's clothes fluttered in the wind. He opened his eyes and looked at the Holy Monument, as if he was not affected much.
Xu Que of the Tingxue House was surrounded by a murderous aura, whistling as he moved, cutting off the invading will.
The nine swords behind Yan Jiu hummed and danced around him, the will of the sword extremely sharp.
The top geniuses had long comprehended noble will, and their spiritual wills were very strong, so they could withstand the invading will attacks.
Ye Futian was still resisting the will pressure, but he did not use the power of the emperor's will. Otherwise, the pressure would not have been able to affect him. Since it was a test, he wanted to feel how strong the pressure of the Holy Monument was. It would be beneficial for his cultivation. In the future, when he fought others, he would often encounter people with strong noble will who would use their spiritual will to suppress him.
Gradually, Ye Futian got used to the pressure of the flame will. Although the pressure was still terrifying, as if there were flames burning his spiritual will, Ye Futian was able to withstand it. He opened his eyes and looked at the second Holy Monument. It was purple, and there seemed to be endless lightning wrapped around it.
When Ye Futian's eyes fell on the Holy Monument, countless lightning bolts descended. Terrifying thunder will rushed into his spiritual will, and his body could not help but tremble. Endless lightning swam on the surface of his body, and every wisp of thunder will was like lightning striking his body. The invisible space seemed to have a destructive thunderstorm above his head, and an extremely overbearing figure of the god of thunder stood in it, releasing the power of thunder to attack him.
At that moment, Ye Futian's mind had the starry will protecting his spiritual will from being destroyed. Under the attack of the terrifying thunder will, the power of the starry will kept collapsing. It seemed that if he continued, his will would really collapse and he would die.
The starry will kept collapsing, but Ye Futian's spiritual will shone with lightning. Furthermore, it kept growing, becoming stronger and stronger.
Before long, a terrifying thunder dragon seemed to appear in his mind, releasing endless lightning to resist the invading power of thunder. The power of thunder swam around his body, becoming more and more violent, turning into a destructive thunderstorm.
Is this the power of the thunder will? Ye Futian looked forward, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning. Withstanding the pressure of the Holy Monument, he had actually comprehended the lightning element noble will.
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