Chapter 103: The Angel Descends, Mysterious Yellow Spring

  Tianji Small Spirit Realm, Transmission Plaza.

  The students gathered here have been guessing and speculating about who it was that brought down Mo Qingchu and Xi Ruochen. However, after thinking it through and considering all the famous geniuses who participated in this trial, it seems like none of them could have done it. Many people remember that at the seventh level, Xi Ruochen was guarding the transmission array, and he said that when he arrived, the transmission array had not yet spawned, which means it's impossible for someone to be faster than him. But now, it's clear that someone has brought down both Xi Ruochen and Mo Qingchu.

  Suddenly, a solemn bell rang out inexplicably in the Tianji Xiaoling realm.

  Dong——

  The bell tolls with a simple and solemn tone, everyone hears it clearly.

  The central trial will only ring the bell in one case, that is, someone has passed through, someone has broken through the eighteen days of this trial.

  Good heavens!

  As the bell tolled, the entire scene erupted in a frenzy. Even the witch doctors and some of the examiners who were stationed on the square couldn't help but be shocked, for it had been far too long since they'd last heard the tolling of the bell - roughly eight years, to be exact. And yet, after an interval of eight years, another student had finally made it through all eighteen trials.

  Who is it.

  After all, who is it?

  No one knows who it is, but everyone knows that this person must be the one who beat down Xi Ruochen and Mo Qingchou.

  Everyone stood up, eyes wide open, staring at the transmission array, waiting for the mysterious person who had passed through to return. The scene was silent, with no one speaking, so quiet that it was frightening, and even breathing could be heard. Everyone was waiting, unaware of how much time had passed, until finally, the transmission array flashed with a brilliant light.

  Here!

  Some people even got excited.

  When the light of the transmission array disappeared, everyone saw a person standing there. It was a person wearing a black robe, with their entire body wrapped in it, even their head buried in the hood, making it impossible to see their face.

  Who is he?

  Is it a boy or a girl?

  What's your name?

  No one is clear, and everyone has forgotten that there was such a person among the trial students.

  The figure in black appeared on the transmission array, then jumped into mid-air. He raised his head, still unable to see his face clearly, as if shrouded in a layer of mist. Everyone knew that he might have deliberately hidden himself with some kind of array for his own sake. The man in black stood in the void, staring at the transmission array, as if waiting for something.

  What is he doing?

  Just as everyone was puzzled and couldn't understand, the transmission array burst into bloom again. Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked once more.

  Is there still someone else?

  How is this possible!

  All that was seen was the teleportation array bursting out a dazzling white light column, the white light rushing straight to the sky, and a figure descending from the sky along the white light. It was a woman, a woman in white clothes as snowy, a woman with perfect, flawless, beautiful and unparalleled facial features, a woman with a pair of white wings.

  She slowly descended from the sky, and everything around her seemed to be still in this moment.

  Her beauty is too stunning, stunning to the point of suffocation, stunning to the point where everything in the world pales in comparison.

  Her temperament is too sacred, so sacred that people yearn for it, and all things in the world are ashamed of themselves.

  She is so sacred, so elegant, so noble, her nobility seems like an angel fallen into the mortal world.

  Angel...

  "Heavens! This is Angelic Bloodline! She has awakened the Angelic Bloodline!"

  Bloodlines are a special kind of inheritance, and some say they are the descendants of the gods. Throughout the ages, there have been many bloodlines that have awakened in the world of Xuan Huang, including those with demonic blood, spiritual blood, and so on. However, no one has ever awakened to the angelic bloodline. Yes, it has never appeared before. Although no one has seen what the angelic bloodline looks like, when everyone saw this scene, they recognized it at first glance, because the angelic bloodline is truly too sacred, too elegant, and too noble. Its nobility is even enough to make people feel reverence.

  "That's... That's Xue Yaowei!"

  "Ah, Xue Yaoyao, the one who possesses the Spirit Sea of Life in the Golden Water Domain!"

  "Heavens! Xue'er has awakened the Angel's Pulse!"

  Xue Ya's elegant beauty had already spread far and wide during the Central Trial Assessment, but no one expected that she would awaken as the first angel bloodline in ten thousand years.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  A large number of people emerged from the transmission array, who were the many examiners in charge of this trial and many teachers from the four major academies. After they appeared, they also looked up at the sky with incredulous gazes.

  In the void, Xue Yaoyao descended from the sky in a holy white light, slowly falling, her beautiful and flawless face had no emotional color, only a pair of eyes with a faint sadness, nobody knew what she was sad about, but everyone could feel her sadness, her sadness seemed to be contagious, making everyone here sad with her, this feeling of sadness was like...like losing the one you love.

  "Why are you trying to kill me."

  In the void, that mysterious black-robed figure spoke up to ask, with a voice that was just as eerie and androgynous as his appearance.

  Xue Xiang gazed at him faintly, without sorrow or joy, only a dullness that seemed to have no end. It was as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her. The voice came, it was that touching and pleasant voice, but amidst the touching was a tinge of sadness, amidst the pleasant was a hint of pain.

  "I don't like your attitude."

  "Who are you?" The man in black asked cautiously.

  "Who am I?" Xue Yaoyao's eyes were filled with confusion, muttering: "Who am I? Who am I..." She repeated the three words "who am I" endlessly, until the double wings behind her disappeared, until the white light disappeared, until she fell from mid-air. The proctor of the Central Academy immediately caught her and checked on her, it seemed like she had fainted.

  "If I'm not mistaken, your name should be Huang Quan, right?"

  The older examiner looked at the black-robed man and said in surprise.

  The man in black nodded.

  "You come too, there's something I want to ask you."

  The man in black nodded again.

  After the proctors of the Central Academy took Xue Yaoyao and Hei Pao Ren away, the students gathered here slowly came to their senses.

  The black-robed man was called Huang Quan.

  Is there such a person?

  Is he male or female? Where is he from?

  As for the Dark Cloaks, it seems that nothing is known about them except their name.

  But no one cares about that, because everyone is talking about the fallen angel, Xue Yurou.

  The next day, the Central Academy announced that this trial assessment was successfully completed, and the ranking will be announced 15 days later, and the admission list will be announced one month later.

  Recently, the old man has been feeling very uncomfortable. Every day is a daze, and he doesn't even know how many days have passed. He's also extremely depressed, having lived for most of his life without ever feeling this way before. The depression makes him want to bang his head against the wall, and in just a few short days, his white hair has increased significantly.

  At this moment, the eight elders were pacing back and forth in the room, muttering to themselves.

  "This is the fourth time, damn it! My spiritual consciousness has been inexplicably swallowed up again. This can't go on, my soul won't be able to withstand such repeated damage!"

  Since bringing the blue-robed kid back, Eighth Elder had always wanted to figure out what was going on with this kid's Spiritual Sea. However, every time he sent out his Spiritual Sense to investigate, before it even made contact, a fierce and overbearing angry roar would suddenly transmit over, like an untamed beast from the Barbarian Era. Immediately following that, his Spiritual Sense would be inexplicably swallowed up. Yes! Swallowed up! Eighth Elder could clearly feel that his own Spiritual Sense was being torn off from his soul by some terrifying thing.

  "What the heck is living in this kid's spiritual ocean, it's so terrifying!"

  Stop, looking at the little blue-clad boy lying quietly on the bed, the Eighth Elder felt more and more uncomfortable, the angrier he got, the louder he scolded: "Ah, I'm not going to believe this nonsense."

  It turns out that sometimes you can't help but believe it even if you don't want to.

  When the Eighth Elder once again sent out his spiritual sense to probe the blue-robed youth, the situation was exactly the same as before. As soon as his spiritual sense made contact, a terrifying and savage roar echoed through the air, and then his spiritual sense was torn back down.

  Spirit scattered, soul wounded, consciousness blurred, the Eight Elders began to feel dizzy again, and didn't know how long it had been. Gradually recovering, the Eight Elders sat on the ground with a thud, feeling some discomfort in his nose, rubbed it with his hand, looked at it, and seemed to have bled. In a daze, he muttered: "Oh, I've got a nosebleed, this is a sign of severe damage to my soul... fifth time? Should be the fifth time? I seem to have forgotten..." Shaking his head, he muttered: "I'm fed up, I'm thoroughly fed up. No more playing, even if you kill me, I won't play anymore. If we keep going on like this, I'll end up sacrificing my soul."

  He stood up, and the Eighth Elder's head was a bit dizzy. He sat down in a chair, and it wasn't until after a long while that his consciousness gradually cleared up. He stared at the blue-clothed youth on the bed, giving him a sudden feeling of fear. With a whoosh, he stood up again. The Eighth Elder really couldn't swallow this tone, walked over, but didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to probe again. His head stuck out, pondering whether he could hear anything.

  Chen slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if he had slept for a long time. His whole body ached and was sore all over. Just as he was about to sit up, he saw a head pressed against his chest. He was shocked and grabbed the hair, pulling the head straight up.

  "Ah, damn it!"

  The old man let out a loud cry of pain, stood up and covered his head with his hands, scolding: "You little stinker dare to pull my hair, are you tired of living?!"

  Chen Luo stared at the angry old man in front of him, feeling a bit unfamiliar. However, when he saw the neatly trimmed white mustache under his nose, it seemed to trigger something, and he said: "You're that old man who watched the opera with me?" As he asked, he looked around, realizing this was a room, but not knowing where it belonged.

  The eight elders' temper was notoriously explosive, if it were anyone else, they would have been slapped to death long ago. However, now he was filled with curiosity and as soon as Chen Luo woke up, he immediately asked: "You little brat, what exactly is living in your spiritual sea? Tell me the truth."

  Linghai?

  Chen Luo didn't know what he meant by asking this question.

  "You think you can fool me? Little Zhang probed your spiritual sea and is still lying there, humming and hawing, hasn't woken up yet. Have you seen my nosebleed? I almost lost my life exploring your spiritual sea, do you know how serious this is? I'm very angry, the consequences are severe, do you understand?"

  Chen Luo didn't say a word, and immediately sensed his own spiritual sea. As soon as his spiritual consciousness entered the spiritual sea, a loud dragon's roar came, followed by the sudden appearance of the flame dragon spirit from somewhere. The flame dragon spirit opened its bloody mouth wide, wanting to swallow Chen Luo's spiritual consciousness, but suddenly stopped. A pair of domineering dragon eyes scanned Chen Luo's spiritual consciousness, then shook its head, let out a sigh, and disappeared.

  After glancing at the mutated volcano and then at his own tenth-turn spiritual power, everything remained unchanged. Only then did he withdraw his spiritual awareness, pondering that the dragon spirit must have devoured other people's spiritual awareness.

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