In a splendid palace, the space twisted, and a figure appeared, none other than Ye Xuan.
"Is this... the final layer?"
Just as he was teleported away, Ye Xuan heard the voice of that puppet life; this should be the last layer of this grand hall.
That it would be set at ninety-eight, even Ye Xuan found it somewhat unbelievable.
"It seems that the factor of strength is secondary; potential is the most important."
Ye Xuan might be able to guess the rules of the test; strength should not be the main factor, otherwise, his strength is not the strongest among those present, it should be impossible to achieve this level.
"Young man, congratulations."
Just as Ye Xuan was deep in thought, a faint voice suddenly came over.
Ye Xuan lifted his head, and the light in his vision gathered into a figure. Upon seeing clearly, he saw that the person was a handsome middle-aged man in a black robe, smiling warmly; needless to say, this person was the owner of the hall, Saint Lord Qi Ye.
