"That mortal managed to pass this trial in just ten days?! That’s ridiculous!"
When the other participants experienced the brutality of the second trial for themselves, none of them could believe that a mortal had managed to pass it in such a short time.
Though everyone progressed swiftly at first, they eventually slowed down after the number of enemies they had to deal with increased with each counter.
Moreover, one of the participants had already fallen, losing their physical body to the first invisible sword and being forced to forfeit the remainder of the Sword Emperor Qualifications.
Several others sustained injuries from the same unseen force, but as God Ascension cultivators, such wounds were easily endured and largely ignored.
Meanwhile, Yuan continued his steady ascent up the mountain, his body enveloped in Supreme Sword Aura.
Since maintaining Sword Aura required Soul Strength, Yuan had no difficulty keeping it active without rest. However, the audience was astonished by how effortlessly he sustained it, especially now that they knew he was only a mortal.
At first, they hadn’t thought much of it, assuming he was a God Ascension Realm cultivator. But after the truth was revealed, their shock deepened. For a mere mortal to possess Soul Strength on par with gods was nothing short of inconceivable.
Five days later, Yuan was still ascending the mountain. With each step, he had to gradually intensify the strength of his Supreme Sword Aura and keep it constantly active.
After a week within the fourth trial, Yuan finally reached the point required to pass. A shimmering exit portal quietly appeared behind him, signaling the trial’s completion.
Yuan raised an eyebrow at the sight of the exit. He could clearly see that the path continued upward.
After a brief moment of thought, he turned away from the portal and resumed his climb, completely ignoring it. In his eyes, the exit was nothing more than a distraction—placed there to tempt him into leaving before the true trial had ended.
Another week passed, and after spending a total of two weeks within the fourth trial, Yuan finally reached a point where he could no longer advance, as his current understanding of the Supreme Sword Aura had reached its limit.
But he didn’t turn back.
Instead, he sat down calmly, closed his eyes, and began to meditate, determined to push his comprehension even further.
"There’s no way..."
The audience almost couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
"Is he... trying to advance his Supreme Sword Aura? In the middle of the trial?"
Although Yuan was now close to the mountain’s peak, the remaining distance—though seemingly short—was as vast as the gap between heaven and earth. After all, even Sword Emperors required hundreds of thousands of years to approach perfection in their Supreme Sword Aura. For Yuan to attempt the same within the trial meant he was willingly giving away his first-place position.
"There’s no denying his talent, but he’s too arrogant," one of the spectators scoffed.
"Does he really think he can perfect his Supreme Sword Aura in just a few years? It’s like he’s mocking every swordmaster who’s ever lived."
The Sword Emperors present remained silent, but subtle displeasure flickered in their expressions. Though their faces betrayed little, a quiet tension hung around them.
If Yuan managed to deepen his mastery of the Supreme Sword Aura during the trial—even by a small margin—it would cast a shadow over their own accomplishments, making a mockery of the centuries, even millennia, they had spent refining their Supreme Sword Aura.
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