I woke up after 300 million years

The lazy voice of the old man in gray echoes in the ears of every new disciple and goes straight into the soul.

Failure equals elimination.

Elimination equals death.

This is the standard for selecting people in the Supreme Palace, an orthodoxy that pays great attention to "rules", an orthodoxy that seems to give hope and despair at the same time.

The hope is that if you join the Supreme Hall, you can have a bright future, but the despair is that it is difficult for the outer disciples to get ahead, and there is no future.

Standing in the last row, Yan Fan, who was low-key but extraordinary, and who hid his strength in peace, accidentally met the eyes of the old man in gray.

This look, does he know me?

Yan Fan calmly looked away, moved a step to the left, and used the tall and burly man in the front row to block him.

The old man in gray clothes opened one eye and looked like he was awake, muttering:

Is this guy Mu Fan?

As the name suggests, he is dull and ordinary, but for such a person to be surrounded by three geniuses, no, he should be called a monster.

Elder Su Yao's only disciple Cai Xi is his sister, Elder Jian Yi San's new direct disciple Mu Changsheng is his son and grandson, and Elder Jiu Li Jiu's close disciple Ji Hong Yuan is his younger brother... The family's qualifications are incredible. , this kid is the only one who is not valued by any of the elders. He can be considered a pitiful person if he stays in the outer sect.

The matter of elders accepting disciples is not a secret among the top management. Everyone will chat in their spare time. In addition to marveling at the sudden move of the elder Su Yao to accept disciples, they will also ridicule Yan Fan's mediocrity.

After his thoughts converged, the old man in gray stood up and said:

"The mood assessment is very simple. I will impose a phantom formation on you. This formation can stimulate the weakest part of your heart and guide you to make a series of rational or irrational behaviors. Even if you know it is a phantom formation, you may not be able to do it. Stay true to your heart.”

Suddenly, the thirty-two stone pillars surrounding the square glowed with pale yellow light, and formations appeared on the ground.

White light balls float in the air, like balls of hair, ethereal and illusory, the scenery is like flowers separated by clouds, and you are in a fairyland.

However, roses have thorns, and beautiful things often contain fatal dangers.

The old man in gray stepped on the tallest stone pillar and said with a meaningful smile:

"Let's start, the spiritual illusion array, start!"

In an instant, the scene before Yan Fan's eyes suddenly changed. In the darkness, a woman with black hair, black eyes, and a black dress appeared to be injured. She seemed to be saying something, and then turned into a divine source.

The other woman was also saying something before she was pierced by a branch and dragged into the darkness.

Is this the so-called mood assessment?

It was too far away to see their faces clearly.

Someone who existed in my memory?

Yan Fan thought that this kind of test was meaningless to him. He had forgotten everything in the past. The fantasy caused by the illusion array could not attack his weakest point.

What's more, this illusion array seemed unable to read too much of his heart and kept repeating the same scene.

In the end, the darkness collapsed, and Yan Fan was still standing in the back row of Qingyun Square.

"Huh?" The old man in gray changed his lazy posture, and his eyes became more unbelievable. "How is this possible? In just ten seconds, he got out of his own state of mind! Or is it that he has no regrets, sorrow, or regrets at all? Sadness, pain, things you want to change?”

The old man in gray has been the mood assessor for more than 13,000 years. He has assessed countless newcomers. Even the best newcomers once took three minutes to crack the mood.

Yan Fan cracked it in ten seconds, which truly refreshed the three views.

It went beyond the cognitive scope of the old man in gray.

Time passed by, and Yan Fan remained motionless, silently observing the newcomers.

Suddenly, a woman in the third row knelt on her knees, vomiting blood, her true spirit rioted, her breath was uncontrollable, and she roared, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me who killed you! They forced me, and I am also a victim!" Don’t come over! Don’t come over!”

The old man in gray clothes ejected a stone, which instantly penetrated the woman's eyebrows, killing her on the spot.

The blood red and milky white of the brain splashed, and the body fell forward.

Yan Fan's eyes narrowed.

Kill now?

Not even giving the other party a moment to wake up, this is really the style of the Supreme Palace...

As time passed, newcomers appeared one after another who were mentally broken. The old man in gray always killed with one strike, fast and accurate, with an expressionless face, as if he was killing not a human, but a group of livestock.

Half an hour later, only seventeen people were left alive in Qingyun Square, and the ground was covered with corpses and bloodstains.

The monks who survived had a strong psychological quality and turned a blind eye to the bodies at their feet or the blood splashing on their faces.

The old man in gray jumped to the ground from the stone pillar, smoothed his white beard, and smiled as he walked, "Very good, eighty-seven people, seventeen of them survived. Compared with the six people last month, you are very good, your cultivation is They are also higher, all within thirty years old, above the third level of the Ascension Realm, work hard and strive to be promoted to the inner sect as soon as possible, go back."

"Senior, you are so complimentary." Someone responded humbly.

Someone took the opportunity to build a relationship and said, "Senior, this is a little thought from this junior, a family heirloom."

A woman deliberately exposed her shoulders and said, "Senior, there are some things I don't understand about cultivation. Can you teach me alone?"

The word "alone" for a woman is very strong, and the intention is self-evident.

Yan Fan was the most decisive. When he heard that he could go back, he immediately turned around.

Seeing this, the old man in gray clothes pushed the woman away and said, "Mu Fan, it's important for people to have self-awareness. Whether family ties or love, they are not worth mentioning in the world of cultivation. They are more fragile than paper. Believe it or not, ten years later, the original love Your people will become alienated from you because they have seen a wider world. You are not from the same world, do you understand?"

This is the same as a long-distance relationship. One is in a small city and the other is in a big city. The people and things they come into contact with every day are different. When one party is better and the other party stays in the same place, haha...

Yan Fan, who was bathing in the sunshine, looked back at the old man and said, "Are you from the Great Elder?"

"No, but I have received guidance from the great elder." The old man in gray put his hands behind his back and took two steps forward. "You don't have to misunderstand me. No one asked me to warn you. I just saw too many people like you. , a kind reminder.”

"Also, wear your clothes properly and don't use them as a cloak. People who stand out will end up badly."

Yan Fan lowered his head and looked at himself. He was wearing a red coat and a purple coat, but he didn't think it was inappropriate.

After two seconds of silence, Yan Fan's brown eyes were as calm as pool water, and he turned around and left.

Arguing and justifying are inherently meaningless behaviors. When people are "in decline", the only thing they should do is not to speak lightly, ignore them, improve themselves, and accumulate strength.

"This kid...has no respect for his elders." The old man in gray snorted coldly, his expression slightly unhappy.

At night, attic in the east courtyard.

Yan Fan sat by the window, making a pot of hot tea, eating cakes brought from the lower world, looking up at the bright moon, and thinking a lot.

"In the Celestial Immortal Realm, mastering one law is very powerful. If I master three or five kinds of laws, I may be able to defeat Xiaoqian Realm Master..."

"It's been a month. I don't know if they are well. They haven't contacted me, which means their master has taken away the jade charm that communicates with me..."

"There are not many immortal stones left, so we must find a way to get a batch of resources..."

All kinds of thoughts come to mind like a hurricane, and there are so many things to do.

Find a way to restore memory, snatch the first love of Meng from the Yuhua Shrine, help Caixi find the Lord of Heaven who has ascended to the upper world, and lead Mu Changsheng to ask for an explanation from the Saints...

The premise of all this is to have the strength to challenge all major avenues.

At the moment, he is having a hard time even in the Supreme Palace.

Yan Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip. Unexpectedly, a figure quietly appeared beside him.

This figure was wearing a golden robe with classical divine patterns and a pair of golden eyes.

The figure was less than one meter tall and seemed to be about six or seven years old.

The figure was half hidden in the darkness, stretching out his small hand.