"Beyond Grade A?"

Ning Qi was a bit stunned.

He had heard the old Profound Turtle mention before that the assessment evaluation was divided into four grades: A, B, C, and D, each with upper, middle, and lower levels, totaling twelve levels in all. And now, he had actually surpassed Grade A?

The corners of his mouth curved slightly.

At least for this first challenge, no one could match his performance.

Probably, past assessors couldn't even hold the upper hand—they could merely endure for a while, and perhaps the person who set this assessment never imagined someone could win against the opponent, with the evaluation standard fundamentally based on how long one could hold out.

Thinking over it carefully, Ning Qi increasingly felt it was indeed the case.

To comprehend an immortal path magic in just over ten breaths, who else could manage that besides him?

Unless it's some ancient monster with heaven-reaching cultivation coming in disguise, then perhaps it's slightly possible.

But immediately.

He ceased to think much more; as long as he passed the tests, it was good enough.

Now he had already cleared the first challenge, as long as the evaluations for the remaining two challenges were good, he could smoothly pass the assessment.

He felt a bit of anticipation.

What kind of mighty power would the Immortal Artifact possess?

As he pondered.

The surrounding starry sky was gradually dimming; Ning Qi held his breath and focused, using the Golden Pupil of Illusion-breaking, attempting to glimpse the truth within these changes, but regretfully, the power was too advanced for him to touch.

In a moment.

Ning Qi found himself in another realm.

Within the Immortal Mountain, there was an incredibly vast Tao Field bustling with voices; numerous excited gazes were directed at the high platform floating among the clouds, each platform having a phantom, precisely nine of them.

"These are the marks left by the nine strongest True Martial Taoists of our True Martial Immortal Sect throughout history, considered the strongest in the Magic Realm! Even being able to withstand one or half of their moves would be a point of pride!" Many similar voices rang out.

Ning Qi saw.

Those cultivators, ethereal and agile in their aura, crowded the Tao Field, gazing up at one True Martial Immortal Sect prodigy after another stepping forward to challenge.

Some of these people had just stepped into the Magic Realm, while others had already reached Magic Realm Perfection.

And when they stepped onto the high platform, the phantoms would activate, becoming beings of the same realm as them.

Various techniques were unleashed, making Ning Qi a bit amazed.

Even without counting those nine strongest Taoists, the prodigies who came to challenge were extremely powerful; being in the Magic Realm, they were much stronger than the Martial Saints of the Martial Realm. He felt that the likes of Red Sun Martial Saint and Martial Saint Ziyue, these unparalleled geniuses of the Martial Realm, would probably only be considered average here.

As his thoughts turned.

Everything around him instantly faded away like fleeting light and shadows; in just the blink of an eye, the previously bustling noise disappeared entirely, leaving only Ning Qi in place, evoking a sense of desolation.

He immediately understood.

"This is the challenge scene of True Martial Immortal Sect disciples from back then."

He had already grasped the challenge content of this second test.

"Second challenge, begin!" A grand voice resounded once more.

Ning Qi directed his gaze towards the phantoms atop the nine high platforms, his eyes serious.

Admittedly.

The combat power of these Taoists at the same realm was somewhat terrifying; some even possessed special physiques with various unique techniques. Even for him, it required careful attention. Ning Qi never underestimated himself but also never became conceited.

He indeed possessed full-level enlightenment, but growing up in the Martial Realm, his experience and foundation were lacking. Compared to these Taoists enjoying the various precious resources of the True Martial Immortal Sect, this was a disadvantage.

But he had no fear.

He stepped onto the high platform among the clouds; this was the weakest among the nine Taoists.

The phantom opposite him was activated, revealing an exceptionally beautiful woman, ethereal as an immortal, dressed in a flowing white palace dress, her indifferent voice rang out:

"Fourth-grade Magic Realm, you are given ten breaths to adjust."

Her aura immediately transformed, stabilizing at the same realm as Ning Qi's, which he had already noticed during his previous observations.

After ten breaths passed.

The woman opposite vanished instantly from the spot.

Raging spiritual power surged forward, transforming into a sword energy as cold as moonlight; the sword energy was extremely powerful, easily capable of instantly killing Red Sun Martial Saint.

Ning Qi's expression did not change.

His Golden Pupil of Illusion-breaking had long since glimpsed the truth within; this woman had a certain special physique, enabling her to transform into moonlight and travel unseen.

At this moment, facing the oncoming sword energy, Ning Qi's surging spiritual power erupted as well; the woman seemed a bit surprised because this spiritual power was clearly more massive than hers.

Ning Qi clenched his fist, shattering the sword energy.

However, the woman suddenly appeared on another side, with moonlight sword energy attacking once more.

Ning Qi found himself in passive defense, with green light swirling over his body, resisting the mystical sword energy.

He raised an eyebrow, and strands of spiritual light began to rise in his mind.

"Using spatial fluctuations to shuttle, is it? I see."

He smirked, simultaneously marveling internally that this woman was only in the Magic Realm; her physique must not yet be fully developed. Reaching higher realms, she would likely be able to blend with space, becoming frighteningly powerful.

The next moment.

The woman in the palace dress appeared above Ning Qi, with sword energy descending from the sky.

Ning Qi was well-prepared.

He pointed his left fist toward the sky and his right fist to the ground.

The fist seal merged with mysterious suppression, locking the void, and while shattering the sword energy, it arrested the slightest spatial fluctuations; the woman's shuttling immediately became not as easy; although the speed remained incredibly fast, under Ning Qi's Golden Pupil of Illusion-breaking, it was already without hiding place.

Without this signature move, the threat the woman posed to Ning Qi greatly reduced.

Spiritual power gathered, transforming into a Celestial Sword, which was an advanced form of the Heavenly Sword Technique, with equally unparalleled power.

The woman, in astonishment, was pierced through the chest, slowly dissipating and reverting into a phantom sitting on the other side of the high platform.

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