The trial, the real war, the glory of bygone days, and the scenes engraved on the surface of the stone pillars in the hall immediately gave Song Jian an ominous feeling!
"Hahaha, 'endless and unbounded' might be a bit of an exaggeration," chuckled the Taoist man's phantom. "It's merely a perfect restoration of the scenes from my past hunts. As long as you can get through three scenes, you'll be considered to have passed the assessment, and there will be a basic reward waiting for you!" he laughed heartily. "But if you want to truly inherit all that I have, then continue to challenge. The more scenes you challenge, the more likely you are to inherit my mantle. Ultimately, the person who challenges the most scenes will become my chosen disciple and receive my true legacy!"
No sooner had the sound of his voice faded than the desert began to stir, and innumerable beetles with golden glowing shells suddenly burrowed out of the sand and lunged at Song Jian.
