In the Sect Hall.
Chen Qiu stood on the dust-covered bluestone floor, silently contemplating as the Barrier slowly faded, revealing the Sect Leader's Chair shrouded in cobwebs, his expression complex. This challenge could be said to have posed no difficulty at all.
Simply sitting in the Sect Leader's Chair would signify victory.
So theoretically, the sixth challenge should have been the last one. However, he knew nothing of what that challenge entailed, having skipped directly to the seventh.
An eerie thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Perhaps these seven challenges—how the Chao Tian Sect selected its disciples over tens of thousands of years—were not as simple as they seemed. Were they made easier out of fear that no one would pass and the position of Sect Master would remain unclaimed after the sect's fall?
Or was it because of its transformation into a Heavenly Dao Secret Realm?
It was indeed lamentable.