Martial Master

But now, there are many people who were eliminated as soon as they entered.

However, soon everyone realized that those who were eliminated were all people whose ages exceeded the limit.

The main assessment of the Ancient Holy Tower is talent; those who are beyond the age limit have already exhausted their potential, and it is almost impossible for anyone to pass the assessment. Their entry was merely a waste of time.

"Wait, why do these people look somewhat dispirited after coming out?"

"Indeed, could it be that they are feeling dejected due to failing the assessment?"

"That's not it; it seems that their Saint Energy aura has also weakened a bit."

The square was filled with discussions, and everyone showed a look of astonishment.

Because these eliminated individuals, when they entered, were full of spirit, but after coming out, they seemed as if a trace of their essence had been drawn away, becoming dispirited.

"Everyone, entering the Ancient Holy Tower for assessment is not without conditions. If you pass, you will gain the power of the Ancient Holy Tower, but if you fail, the Ancient Holy Tower will extract a trace of your power as a supplement to its own strength."

The half-step Earth Saint expert said solemnly: "However, you don’t need to worry too much; the amount of power extracted is not significant. With normal cultivation, depending on your talent, it will only take a hundred years to recover, and it will not affect your foundation."

What?

Such a thing exists?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Damn it, many had heard that as long as their cultivation was above Earth Saint, they could participate in the assessment of the Martial Practitioners of the Heavenly Work. This led to a surge of people signing up, but they didn't expect that if they failed the assessment, they would actually lose a portion of their power.

Although it was only a hundred years of cultivation, who knew if there were hidden dangers.

Suddenly, the scene erupted in commotion.

"Silence."

The half-step Earth Saint of the Heavenly Work snorted coldly: "This is the necessary price to pay for participating in the assessment. If anyone has objections, you may withdraw; the Heavenly Work will not pursue it. If there is further clamor, severe punishment awaits."

A terrifying aura descended, and the scene once again fell silent. Although many people had expressions of dissatisfaction, not a single person withdrew from the assessment.

This was only natural; for many martial artists, it is rare to encounter such an opportunity in their lifetime, who would be willing to give up?

After all, it was just a hundred years of cultivation; many could afford that.

As the assessment proceeded, the Ancient Holy Tower continuously emitted beams of light.

Whenever someone passed a level of the tower’s assessment, that level would light up accordingly, and the results would be recorded by the artifact spirit. No one could cheat; in fact, it was harder to deceive this artifact than to pass all nine levels.

Those aspiring to achieve good results unanimously stayed behind, wanting to make a grand entrance.

After a while, the assessment of the ten thousand people was almost over, with many entering and exiting. The number of those eliminated had already exceeded ten thousand, with ninety percent not even entering the first level, and among the remaining ten percent, only ten percent passed the first level and entered the second level.

This already represented a one percent probability.

In the second level, the chance of entering the third level remained at ten percent.

This meant that out of ten thousand assessors entering the Ancient Holy Tower, only one in a thousand actually entered the third level, about ten people.

Among these ten, the probability of passing the third level remained at ten percent.

That is to say, out of ten thousand entering the Ancient Holy Tower, the actual number who could pass the three levels and become trial martial artists was only about one, and sometimes there would be none at all.