Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

The Illusionary Lord nodded with satisfaction. Bai Yun's determination and ambition were exactly what he admired. He slowly said, "Very good, since you have made your choice, then next, I will conduct the final test on you.

This assessment consists of three stages. If you pass one, you will be my registered disciple. If you pass two, you will be an ordinary disciple of mine. If you pass all three, you will be my only successor, and I will devote all my resources to help you achieve the supreme path!"

As he spoke, he flipped his palm and a small and exquisite tower appeared in his hand. This small tower had nine floors, and each floor emitted a different light. It was the nine-layer illusion tower that Bai Yun had refined.

"Since you like to use this Nine-Layered Illusionary Tower to test the character of your disciples, today, I will use it to test you as well." The voice of the Illusionary Lord was a little teasing.

"However, I have re-refined this tower, and its power has been enhanced by more than a million times. Even a powerful Lord God may not be able to pass the seventh level. And my requirement for you is to at least pass the first seven levels. Only in this way can you prove that you have the potential to become a Lord God."

Bai Yun stared at the small tower, took a deep breath, and stepped into the first floor without hesitation.

"First level: courage."

An ancient and majestic voice sounded in Baiyun's ears, as if it came from an ancient god.

As soon as he stepped into it, the scene in front of him changed drastically. The originally empty space disappeared in an instant, replaced by a disgusting sea of ​​blood and corpses.

The sticky blood flowed like a river, gathering into a foul lake, emitting a suffocating stench. Broken bones, rotten internal organs, and mutilated limbs piled up like a mountain, forming a scene of hell on earth.

Bai Yun tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his stomach and the urge to vomit. Everywhere he looked, he saw horrifying scenes.

The piles of bones seemed to be silently telling the story of the tragic battle that had taken place. Broken limbs were scattered in the pool of blood, like toys that had been discarded at random. The strong smell of blood was like a substance that hit him in the face, almost suffocating him.

Suddenly, countless hideous evil spirits crawled out from the mountain of corpses. They let out creepy roars, their sharp claws flashed cold light, and they pounced towards Baiyun with their fangs and claws bared.

These evil ghosts have different shapes, some have horns on their heads and hideous faces, and some are rotten and emit a foul smell.

Some are skinny, with sunken eye sockets, as if they are evil spirits crawling out from the depths of hell.

Faced with such a horrifying scene, there was no fear in Bai Yun's eyes. He clenched his fists, and a strong fighting spirit burst out from him, like a blazing flame, illuminating this eerie and terrifying space.

"bring it on!"

He roared like a thunder, his voice full of unyielding will and resolute faith. He punched the evil spirits, the wind from his fists whistling like a raging wind, tearing the evil spirits into pieces.

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Second level: perseverance.

The scene in front of Bai Yun suddenly changed. The mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood disappeared, and in their place was a staircase leading to the sky. This staircase seemed to be made of pure will, emitting a heart-pounding pressure, like a solidified Milky Way, flashing a cold light.

The stairs stretched to the infinitely high sky, like a lonely road leading to the divine world. There were no companions, no cheers, only endless loneliness and challenges. Bai Yun took a deep breath and stepped onto the first step.

"boom!"

An invisible pressure descended upon him instantly, and Bai Yun felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. His legs sank suddenly and he almost fell to his knees.

Sweat instantly soaked his clothes. Every drop of sweat seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the stairs, making a crisp sound.

My legs began to tremble involuntarily and my breathing became rapid, as if I was in an extremely cold place and even breathing was painful.

"give up……"

An ethereal voice whispered in his ear, like the whisper of a devil, full of temptation and bewitching.

“This road has no end, and all your efforts are in vain… Give up, and return to your original world, where there is warm sunshine, fragrant flowers, and the one you love…”

This voice was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, constantly corroding his will, trying to make him give up and sink.

Bai Yun clenched his teeth, which made a clattering sound, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, but he still stood there firmly without any retreat.

He glared fiercely at the illusory sky and roared in his heart: "My fate is in my own hands! Do you think a mere illusion can shake my will? You are wishful thinking!"

He lifted his heavy legs and climbed up step by step. Every step was like walking on the edge of a knife, and every step was accompanied by severe pain, but he never thought of giving up.

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Third level: Patience.

Baiyun found himself on a golden beach. In front of him was the surging sea. The deep blue seemed to swallow everything. The waves rolled and made a deafening roar.

"Build a castle that can withstand the waves?"

Bai Yun said to himself, with a hint of challenge in his tone.

He bent down, scooped up a handful of golden sand, and felt the fineness and warmth of the sand.

He began to pile up sand handful by handful, like a skilled craftsman, carefully shaping the castle walls, towering towers and moat surrounding the castle.

When the outline of the castle began to take shape, a huge wave, like a roaring beast, swept in, instantly burning his hard work, leaving only the flat beach.

"Come again!"

Bai Yun was not discouraged at all. He bent down again and started building again, his eyes full of determination.

Time and again, he repeated the same action: piling up sand, shaping it, and then watching the waves destroy the castle. It seemed like an endless cycle, testing his patience and perseverance.

A year passed, and Baiyun's skills became more and more sophisticated. He piled sand faster and faster, the castle became more and more exquisite, and the details became more lifelike.

But the waves were still merciless, destroying his achievements again and again, like a naughty child, mocking his efforts.

"I don't believe it anymore!"

Bai Yun clenched his teeth, a spirit of not giving up ignited in his heart.

Two years have passed, and Bai Yun's face is already full of traces of time. Wind and sun have left deep marks on his skin.

But he still did not give up. He became calmer and more patient. He seemed to be engaging in a silent contest with the sea, testing and confronting each other.

Five years have passed, and Bai Yun has become accustomed to the rhythm of the waves. He can predict the coming of the waves and adjust the structure of the castle according to the strength of the waves.

He began to experiment with different architectural styles, Gothic, Baroque, and even modernism, and each castle embodied his wisdom and hard work.

Eight years later, Bai Yun was no longer just building a castle. He began to understand the rhythm of the sea and feel the breath of the waves. He began to incorporate elements of the sea into the design of the castle, allowing the castle and the sea to blend into one and coexist harmoniously.

Ten years later, Bai Yun's movements have become as fast as lightning. He can build a magnificent castle in a very short time. Every detail of the castle is carefully crafted, like a work of art.

He predicted the rhythm of the waves, and at the last moment before the waves came, he completed the last brick and stone of the castle, putting a perfect end to this majestic castle.

The huge waves came rushing in, but they could only gently hit the castle walls, making gentle whispers, as if admiring this unshakable miracle.

Baiyun stood in front of the castle, looking at the magnificent sea, with a smile on his face.

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