As for the lightning, Cain's Chaos Mind was able to easily track the speed of those random strikes. Each bolt contained an immense flow of Dao power, enough to utterly ruin any Middle Stage True Divinities unfortunate enough to be caught in its path.
The air crackled with tension as Cain stood at the edge of the molten lava-lightning field, his piercing gaze sweeping across the daunting challenge that lay before them.
This was no mere test, but a crucible designed by beings far beyond mortal comprehension, a realm where the very fabric of reality seemed to bend and twist with malevolent intent.
As he observed the gathered young geniuses, a spark of genuine curiosity ignited in Cain's mind. These were the cream of the crop, cultivators who had risen above millions of their peers, each bearing the weight of expectation from their respective sects and families.
Yet, in the face of this primal force of creation, would their vaunted talents be enough?