Xie Qing sighed bitterly.
"Master... Why did I inherit your carefree character?"
The young man stood before a stone tablet with golden patterns, depicting a battle between the Deities and the Heavenly Emperor.
The trial would begin as soon as he touched his Qi to the tablet. Then, he would have to show his will.
It was dangerous, very dangerous. If his will was not strong enough, he could get lost in the illusions.
Xie Qing pondered for a moment. This life was so fast-paced, interesting, and diverse for him.
He had people he loved, and they loved him in return. So, his life did not belong to him alone.
"But... I am first and foremost a cultivator... If I do not become stronger, do not develop, then what is the point of such a life?" Xie Qing thought and sighed.
His hesitation lasted less than a second. With a light wave of his hand, he sent a strand of his Qi, which was instantly sucked into the tablet.
Shuuu...