Chapter 843: Pressure Grinding
Chapter 843: Chapter 843: Pressure Grinding
The doors of the Wuji Battle Temple were once again flung open, and Elder Huang, accompanied by two Pill Alliance Stewards, stepped into the grand hall.
Elder Huang’s cloudy and aged eyes swept across the people present, relieved to see that no one had suffered serious injuries.
“Now that everyone who should be here has arrived, you will enter the true battle temple to enhance your strength,” Elder Huang told everyone.
Upon hearing this, everyone’s spirits were lifted.
Elder Huang walked towards another set of doors, which had always remained closed, suggesting an important place beyond that was not easily accessible.
“Beyond this door is where you will go next. As for what’s inside, you’ll naturally find out once you enter; I should not say too much,” said Elder Huang, and then he placed his hand upon the door.
The door emitted a glow and the sound of intricate mechanisms turning could be heard.
Then, with a rumbling sound, the door slowly opened.
Everyone immediately looked inside, but it was pitch-black, as though formations veiled it, obscuring their vision.
“Go on. This is a trial for you. Whether you can persevere depends on yourselves,” Elder Huang said.
Long Zhiming was the first to stand up, leading the Long Family into the dark expanse of the hall.
One by one, the others followed suit and stepped in.
Fang Lin and his two companions also entered, stepping past the doorway into a space that abruptly lit up.
The vast hall was empty except for two rows of resplendent golden pillars standing tall; apart from that, there was nothing else.
Everyone stood in the middle of the hall, echoes audible when anyone spoke. However, due to the unknown nature of this place, all were extremely cautious, and no one dared to make any rash moves.
With a bang, the doors of the hall closed, and Elder Huang’s voice abruptly filled the air: “This hall will temper your physical bodies. If you cannot endure it, walk to the side of the golden pillars.”
No sooner had his words fallen than a tremendous pressure descended upon everyone before they could react, nearly flattening some unexpectedly to the ground.
However, all present were among the talents who could break into the top ten thousand on the Talent Leaderboard; not one was weak, so they quickly steadied themselves.
The pressure continued to mount, like countless heavy hammers incessantly striking their bodies.
It was a test of their physical endurance and a trial for everyone.
The longer one could withstand, the greater the benefits they would gain.
Fang Lin stood in the midst of the hall, noting the earnestness on the faces of many, yet he himself felt relaxed, feeling no particular pressure.
Dugu Nian and Mo Yun, however, did not possess Fang Lin’s formidable physical strength; both with brows furrowed, while they could bear it for now, they might not last much longer if the pressure continued to rise.
Aside from Fang Lin, there were a few others who appeared at ease, among them Long Zhiming, and two other Long Family members who seemed very composed.
There were a few others who were considered powerful among those present, with exceptional strength.
Of course, the most at ease was Long Zhiming.
As the strongest among those gathered, Long Zhiming stood at the center of the hall, his demeanor calm as if he felt none of the oppressive force that filled the entire space.
The others of the Long Family paled in comparison to him.
Fang Lin glanced at Long Zhiming, who, sensing his gaze, also looked back at Fang Lin.
They merely glanced at each other before promptly withdrawing their gazes, sensing that the pressure had intensified significantly.
The pressure was indeed increasing steadily, and some of the weaker martial artists present immediately showed signs of pain.
Elder Huang and several stewards from the Wuji Battle Temple stood outside, casually conversing with each other.
“With the strength of this batch, surviving until the end shouldn’t be a problem,” one steward remarked offhandedly.
Another steward chimed in, “Naturally, the young generation of the Long Family has extraordinary strength, especially with Long Zhiming there, they can certainly endure until the last.”
Elder Huang said indifferently, “In my opinion, Long Zhiming’s endurance to the last is a certainty, but aside from him, who else do you elders fancy?”
This question stumped the other stewards, as among those who had come to the Wuji Battle Temple this time, aside from Long Zhiming, the others didn’t particularly stand out.
“That kid from the Ling Family looks promising,” a steward said, who naturally was Ling Zhongri.
“Zhu Tianchuan is also quite strong, perhaps he can endure until the end.”
“Mu Fanzi might be able to as well.”
The stewards shared their opinions one after another, yet none mentioned Fang Lin.
As if deliberately ignoring this person, Elder Huang waited for everyone to finish speaking before asking, “Do you think that Fang Lin can’t endure to the end?”
The stewards looked at each other, and one hesitantly said, “After all, Fang Lin’s realm is still too low.”
“But his strength surpasses that of most people inside, he can take a punch from Long Zhiming,” Elder Huang pointed out.
The stewards gave embarrassed smiles but did not elaborate further.
Meanwhile, inside the great hall, the pressure was increasing ever more strongly, escalating incessantly.
The people inside the hall, who were mostly pill refiners and not adept at physical strength, found this ordeal particularly challenging, and many were groaning in discomfort.
However difficult it was, they still had to persevere; such was the trial of the Wuji Battle Temple, which would greatly benefit those who withstood it.
“Hm?” Fang Lin suddenly noticed something unusual about Dugu Nian beside him.
A gentle white light seemed to emanate from Dugu Nian, invisibly alleviating the pressure within the great hall for her.
Dugu Nian herself was unaware of the change, and it appeared that only Fang Lin could see the faint white radiance enveloping her.
“What is this…” Fang Lin’s gaze sharpened; he sensed a trace of his mother Bai Qingxue’s presence in that white light.
“Why are you staring at me?” asked Dugu Nian when she saw Fang Lin’s constant gaze.
Fang Lin smiled, “Nothing, you just look pretty.”
Caught off guard, Dugu Nian paused before huffing and no longer paying attention to Fang Lin.
Turning to look at Mo Yun, he was clearly struggling to persevere, with his forehead covered in sweat and his limbs trembling.
Mo Yun’s realm was ultimately too low, and his physical body was mediocre at best; the fact that he had managed to hold on for this long was already quite an accomplishment.
Seeing this, Fang Lin realized that Mo Yun wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, and there was nothing he could do to assist him here.
“I can’t take it anymore! I can’t stand it any longer!” Finally, a young man could no longer bear the strain, stumbled to a golden pillar, and immediately the pressure vanished as he let out a long breath of relief.