"Welcome the trialist numbered 0021 to the Altar of Eternity."
Hearing the sound, Mo Fan was slightly startled and looked a little strange.
"The Eternal Altar, what kind of existence is this?"
To dare to use the word "eternal" is obviously not simple.
"What is the trial? How to do the trial? When will the trial start?" Mo Fan was confused.
Unfortunately, the voice disappeared and there was no answer to his voice.
"My number is 0021?
"In other words, 20 people have already come to this altar before me?"
Mo Fan frowned, his heart full of doubts.
"What is the outcome of those 20 people?"
Of course, it may not be 20 people, there may also be demons or demon creatures that have broken into this place.
What surprised Mo Fan was.
There were actually 20 creatures in front of him.
"It seems that after so many epochs, there are still some aliens." Mo Fan shook his head, "I just don't know if these aliens have higher or lower field attainments compared to me -"
Mo Fan concentrated on his thoughts and at the same time scanned his mind, using the appraisal technique to detect everything including the altar.
Unfortunately, it is still just simple identification information and no redundant prompts.
At this moment, there was a muffled pop sound, like the sound of flowers blooming, and the altar that was originally bursting with bright golden light quickly dimmed.
However, after the golden light dimmed, the pressure coming from the altar became more and more terrifying.
Concentrating slightly, Mo Fan flew towards the huge altar.
As soon as he landed on the altar, Mo Fan's face turned gloomy.
On top of the altar, white bones were scattered in an orderly manner throughout the altar.
These bones have been through for who knows how many thousands of years, but they still exude a terrifying pressure.
Mo Fan discovered it after a little awareness.
Under such pressure, the strongest at the ordinary level could not bear it at all, and would lie on the ground for a few breaths, unable to breathe, and could only wait for death.
In addition, the mental power seems to have been interfered by some mysterious magnetic field and cannot extend much.
Even with Mo Fan's current cultivation level, standing on the altar, the coverage area of his mental power is only a dozen meters.
Mo Fan frowned and walked towards the center of the altar.
Along the way, he would see a huge white skeleton every not far away, exuding terrifying pressure.
Among these white bones, there are animal bones of different shapes, human bones, and even black bones exuding mist.
Obviously, the skeletons of powerful men from the three tribes of humans, monsters and demons are gathered here.
And the closer you get to the center, the more terrifying the pressure emanating from those bones becomes.
After a little calculation, Mo Fan discovered that the number of bones he saw quickly exceeded 20.
"It seems that he is not exactly a tester——
"So, where did these creatures come from? Why did they die here?
"Only a withered skeleton can exude such terrifying pressure. How powerful would it be if it were still alive?
"The creatures on the other side?
"Or the creatures on the other side?
"What are these creatures here for?"
Mo Fan was filled with doubts.
Taking a deep breath, he threw a few identification skills at it.
[The skeletons of the demon race buried here countless thousands of years ago, under the influence of the mysterious field, still maintain the pressure of the first level of breaking the void. 】
[The demonic bones buried here countless thousands of years ago, under the influence of the mysterious field, still maintain the pressure of the Void-Breaking Middle Realm level. 】
[The human skeletons buried here countless thousands of years ago, under the influence of the mysterious field, still maintain the pressure of the peak breaking void level. 】
Obviously, we can only identify the state after death, but not the situation before birth.
Therefore, Mo Fan cannot detect the origin of these creatures.
Shaking his head, Mo Fan continued to walk towards the central area.
After going all the way, about half an hour later, Mo Fan's pupils shrank and his heartbeat slowed down involuntarily.
In front of him, he saw a huge white tiger prostrate on the ground, motionless.
Even lying on the ground, the white tiger is still seven or eight meters tall, carrying a terrifying power and giving people an endless sense of oppression.
Of course, this is not the point.
The point is, Mo Fan actually sensed the breath of life in this huge white tiger!
"A living ancient creature?" Mo Fan looked solemn.
Then, he discovered that there was a huge rusty iron sword stuck in the white tiger's body.
The iron sword looked ordinary and had no special aura. It seemed to be just an ordinary sword made of ordinary iron.
Mo Fan took a deep breath and ignored the giant sword, but looked at the white tiger seriously.
Although the white tiger's aura is weak.
But Mo Fan can be sure that the opponent still retains his vitality and is not dead.
This is a living creature.
What's even more outrageous is that the cultivation aura on Bai Hu's body is very frightening, far exceeding the so-called Poxu peak, and it's not on the same level at all.
"The other shore...or other realms above the other shore?"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan threw an identification technique towards the bones.
[The Great Demon White Tiger, who cultivates in the Holy Realm, is sealed here by an iron sword covered with sacred inscriptions. Its vitality continues to flow away, and it will completely die out in a million years at most. 】
Mo Fan: "??!"
Looking at this identification information, Mo Fan's expression became more solemn.
It has been sealed for who knows how many years.
As life continues to slip away.
The breath is so weak.
How can it actually last for another million years?
What kind of monster is this?
Also, what is the holy realm?
How many realms above the other shore realm is the holy realm?
One question after another popped up in Mo Fan's mind, but he couldn't find an answer for a while.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan calmed down and turned to look at the ordinary-looking iron sword.
With a snap, the identification technique was lost.
[An ordinary iron sword engraved with supreme inscriptions can seal holy creatures.]
"It's really just an ordinary iron sword..." Mo Fan was surprised, "So, how powerful is the inscription? If you can learn it-"
Mo Fan was a little moved and couldn't help but want to get closer
Fortunately, he controlled his inner impulse.
Obviously, this ordinary sword is anything but ordinary.
Mo Fan sensed its faintly terrifying power, and as long as he dared to get close, the sword would cut him.
"This thing is too high-level, it's better to stay away from it——"
Shaking his head, Mo Fan walked around the white tiger and iron sword and prepared to continue walking to the central area.
However, at this moment, an extremely weak voice sounded in his ears.
Of course, this is a spiritual transmission, and it is intermittent. If Mo Fan had not been mentally strong, he might not be able to decipher its meaning.
"Pull out, pull out the sword...save, save me, you will...be generously grateful——"
Mo Fan: "..."
Haha, you really think highly of me.
Mo Fan ignored it, carefully walked around the area, and continued walking towards the center of the altar.
Soon, he still saw a giant cyan dragon, a turtle covered in purple, and a Suzaku fixed in mid-air.
These creatures are all sealed by similar iron swords, and their life breath is constantly flowing out.
However, judging from the identification information, it can be found that their life breath can last for 500,000 to 1 million years.
"That's outrageous -" Mo Fan rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that what he saw in front of him somewhat subverted his understanding.
"So, the four sacred beasts of Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger, and Xuanwu are all sealed on this altar?
"What kind of existence is this altar?
"What is the connection between the altar and the field that covers Blue Star?"
Mo Fan's head was pounding, and he felt that the amount of information was a bit overwhelming.
However, he also felt that these four were not necessarily the sacred beasts in myths and legends, but might just be four relatively strong ethnic groups.
Continuing forward, Mo Fan soon came to a staircase emitting five colors of light.
The light shone, and a somewhat mechanical voice sounded in Mo Fan's mind again.
"Congratulations to Trialist No. 0021 for passing the preliminary trial. The final trial has officially begun."
"If you succeed in the trial, you will gain the authority to control the supreme field."
"If the trial fails, then..."
The sound suddenly became blurry, and Mo Fan felt his eyes blurred, and the world was spinning.
When he regained consciousness again, Mo Fan felt someone pat his shoulder.