"If the trialists are too weak to elevate themselves within the trial time to barely be able to walk, is defeat the only path?"
Mu Yuan already had the conditions to walk out directly.
However,
he gritted his teeth and continued to immerse his body in the magma.
"What kind of trial is this!"
"The improvement isn't significant, why should I suffer like this?"
But! But!
At his stage, even devouring superior materials hardly led to breakthroughs—he had devoured too much, his various indicators were already high, any improvement was rare.
"Other Lords coming here probably have to suffer to clear the levels!"
"If others can do it, why can't I?"
He was, after all, a leading figure of the young generation in the Heavenly Taixuan, a man who controlled miracles—Mu Yuan!
Half an hour later, Lord Shepherd, looking indifferent, pulled his legs out of the magma.
"Is this the limit of improvement? Hah, this trial level is just so-so."