The Sixth Prince wore a solemn expression and said to another royal court tributor of Huangfu Jin: "Two tributors, it seems we now have to temporarily use a few life soul tokens to see if the ones who went in are dead or not."

Huangfu Jin nodded: "It's the only way. If they're not dead, we can go in and take a look. After all, we haven't found a way out yet, and if we don't get the treasure, we can't stay trapped here forever."

After saying this, he took out a token and said, "Come over, take a drop of essence blood, and then record your divine thought on this."

Shen Wang watched this guy from the side; he was quite willing, using a more advanced life plate with stronger sensing power.

Honestly, the sensing of these life souls is an enigmatic rule, quite peculiar.

Shen Wang wondered if it had anything to do with the so-called quantum mechanics?

Otherwise, how does it work that the token senses when a person dies far away?

While he was pondering strangely, the eunuch had already bound the token and then bit the bullet and rushed inside.

The other sects also employed similar measures, first conducting probes and then considering whether to enter en masse.

The Demon Race side was more direct; upon learning of the exit, they rushed inside all at once.

"Indeed, there's a difference between having brains and not having them."

Shen Wang muttered to himself. This approach can't really be judged as right or wrong. Being a bit reckless might directly bring benefits, while being overly cautious like humans could lead to missing the opportunity.

Of course, this also relates to the fact that the Demon Emperor doesn't care about the lives of those low-level demons, leaving only some confidants behind.

The Human Race side consists of disciples, who are relatively hard to train, unlike the Demon Race's brute force approach, favoring survival of the fittest.

As time passed, most of the Demon Race entered, while the humans only sent in dozens of people, with one entering every half day.

Each Nascent Soul Cultivator let someone hold the life plates to observe their reactions.

Three days passed continuously, yet the tokens remained unchanged.

Huangfu Jin looked at the life plate and said: "It seems there isn't any life danger."

"Then we can go in and take a look."

Yuqing's eyes gleamed with fluctuation: "I just wonder if this trial left by the Flowing Light Medicine Venerable needs us old fellows after all."

True Monarch Lieyu snorted: "Regardless of whether it's needed, the miracle medicine must be obtained, or I'll dismantle the trial ground for him!"

The Backsword Daoist from the Celestial Sword Sect snickered: "If you're so capable, why didn't you go in just now? Instead, you sent people in to explore first."

"Backsword, don't provoke me."

True Monarch Lieyu looked over with ill intentions.

"If you're not afraid of death, come fight with me."

The Backsword Daoist said expressionlessly, an intense sword intent gathering and standing still around him.

"The two of you should refrain from fighting here. There's no benefit, and it'll just make you a laughing stock."

A chubby old man waved his hand; he was a Pill Alliance master, also an alchemist of high skill and regarded with authority.

"Humph."

True Monarch Jieyu snorted coldly: "If you have the guts, follow!"

With that, he charged straight towards a black hole.

With the spatial fluctuations, his sturdy figure vanished.

"Do you think I'm afraid?"

The Backsword Daoist sneered, his feet unmoving as his body transformed into a sword light, shooting inside.

Both of their disciples followed in a continuous stream.

"Amitabha Buddha, this old monk will also go in for a look."

The gaunt old monk from Lin Yuan Temple followed them inside.

Seeing the cultivators from the Human Race start entering en masse, Shen Wang suddenly had a thought: what if he didn't go in?

From the appearance of these black holes until now, it seems they've never been forced to enter.

Seeing some people indifferent, Shen Wang was astonished.

It seems there are many who share the same thought as him.

"The trial shouldn't take too long; it's basically confirmed safe, so you should all go in,"

As Shen Wang prepared to continue watching the situation, the Sixth Prince suddenly spoke, scanning the crowd, including Shen Wang.

Shen Wang pretended not to hear, watching others go in. But soon the Sixth Prince directly looked at him: "What are you standing there for?"

Shen Wang was helpless; he could only choose a black hole and jump in, suddenly plunged into darkness. After a few breaths, light appeared again.

He cautiously surveyed the surroundings, then turned around in astonishment.

A tall stone tablet with colorful light slowly fluctuating, the scene around solidified lava — he had arrived outside.

"Whoa, the trial?"

Shen Wang was a bit dumbfounded: "Could it be that the moment you enter, a simple inspection marks the trial's end?"

Standing before the stone tablet, looking around, he noticed quite a few demons, maliciously staring at him.

"Darn, too many demons went in before, now they've come out first!"

Shen Wang was shocked, the light dimmed around him as a group of demons slowly approached.

"Kid, hand over your belongings, and we'll leave your corpse intact!"

A demon king grinned wickedly.

Shen Wang frowned; with hundreds or thousands of demons outside, even if most are little demons, their numbers could tear him apart.

He could only try his best to escape.

"Have any of the cultivators that went in come out, or were they all eaten by these guys?"

Retreating, Shen Wang looked around, noticing shredded clothes on the ground, his heart sank.

It's possible those who came out first due to insufficient strength or average talents haven't faced the Demon Race, and all suffered as a result.

Shen Wang's thoughts spread as his attention fell on the stone tablet, discovering that the entrance had vanished, seeming inaccessible.

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