Divine Seal: The Shadow Legion, I am the Shadow Lord.

The main body of the device was a rather sturdy-looking wooden block, with a graduated stone trough connected to the back of the block.

A smooth stone bead was placed inside the stone trough.

This was the most primitive tool Odin used to assess spiritual power.

Striking the wooden block in front will cause the force to vibrate the stone beads in the stone trough through the transmission device. The spiritual power value is judged according to the height the stone beads bounce.

Although this testing method is ancient, it is still considered accurate and reliable when assessing spiritual power below one hundred.

Yunxuan walked steadily to the ancient testing instrument and then grasped the wooden sword in his right hand.

His previously smiling gaze suddenly turned incredibly sharp, like a drawn sword, giving off a sense of overwhelming power.

Strangely enough, his aura actually calmed down, like a sword hidden in its sheath.

He took a slight breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, and then used his waist and abdomen to power his arms.

The wooden sword in his hand pierced out with lightning precision, striking the center of the wooden stump.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the stone beads in the trough jumped up violently.

Upon seeing this, Instructor Balza, who was observing from the sidelines, couldn't help but slightly narrow his pupils.

The moment Yun Xuan drew his sword, even this seasoned veteran felt a chill run down his spine.

The chilling feeling that followed lasted only a moment before disappearing, so quickly that he couldn't help but wonder if it was just his imagination.

"Twenty-three o'clock!" A startled voice suddenly rang out.

"Wow! Brother Xuan is amazing!"

"Exactly!"

A series of heartfelt exclamations erupted from the children, interrupting Balzac's thoughts.

Only then did he focus his attention entirely on that number.

Spiritual power reaches 23 points!

This means that the power of this boy's casual strike exceeded the combined power of two adult men.

"This child... truly is a genius!" Balza suppressed the turmoil in his heart and secretly praised.

After the test ended, Yunxuan's sharp, sword-like aura vanished instantly.

This number was naturally intentionally controlled by him, after all, 187 external spiritual power was too astonishing.

With his current strength, controlling some power is an extremely simple matter for him.

He smiled at Balzac and said, "Instructor, I guess I passed the test?"

"Yes, your results are excellent. You should go back and rest." Balza nodded, trying to make his voice sound calm.

Yunxuan acted as if he had accomplished a trivial task.

He casually stretched, tucked the wooden sword back into his back, and turned to walk down from the testing area.

As soon as he stepped down, the children who could no longer contain their curiosity and admiration swarmed around him, all wanting to ask him a barrage of questions.

"Quiet down!"

Balzac let out a low shout, which resounded like thunder in the hall, instantly suppressing all the noise.

His serious gaze swept across the entire room: "The assessment continues! Next, Jiang Hu!"

As Yunxuan listened to the instructor behind him calling out the name of the next student, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

He didn't return to the group, but instead yawned, and a few tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Staying up late is definitely not a good habit..." he muttered to himself, rubbing his sore eyes.

He glanced around, then walked straight to a quiet corner of the training field where the sunlight just barely reached him, and lay down.

In just a few breaths, his shoulders rose and fell slightly with his even breathing, and he had truly fallen asleep.

Instructor Balza caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately did not speak up to stop it.

"Never mind, geniuses should always have some privileges," he thought to himself.

The assessment continued in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, Yunxuan, nestled in the corner, had already drifted into a deep sleep, as if all the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

While everyone continued their assessment, Yunxuan, seemingly fast asleep, was in the corner.

But in reality, his mind had already returned to the Temple of Trials.

Yun Xuan was already used to this, and with a thought, a black longsword formed from shadow energy instantly appeared in his hand.

He gripped the sword hilt, assumed a starting stance, and locked his sharp gaze onto "himself" opposite him.

In an instant, Shadow Cloud Pavilion had already launched the first attack.

Its legs were slightly bent, and its body suddenly sprang out like a spring compressed to its limit, so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in the air and arrived in front of Yunxuan in the blink of an eye!

The shadowy figure wielded the dark longsword with no fancy movements whatsoever.

The sword tip pierced straight for Yunxuan's throat; the action was decisive, ruthless, and chillingly swift.

Yunxuan's pupils contracted, and he almost instinctively raised his sword to block.

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, producing a metallic clang and sparks flying everywhere.

A chilling wind swept across his face, and the sword tip narrowly grazed his neck, sending a shiver down Yunxuan's spine.

After deflecting the fatal blow, Yunxuan suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and the blade slid down along the opponent's blade.

He launched a swift counterattack with a simple and efficient move, targeting the shadowy figure's chest and abdomen.

In an instant, within the empty Trial Temple, two figures clashed at high speed, sword light flashing, each attack and defense aimed straight for the vital points.

Beads of sweat slid down Yunxuan's forehead, but his eyes remained unusually focused.

Yunxuan gritted his teeth and swung his black sword with all his might to block "himself's" relentless attacks, which were like a storm.

Each of "his own" sword strikes was powerful and heavy, precisely targeting the weakest point in his defense.

The powerful recoil force surged through him like an electric current, causing his right arm, which was holding the sword, to go numb, almost to the point of losing sensation.

However, the gap in strength remains significant.

After less than twenty rounds of fighting, "himself" used a brilliant feint to deceive Yunxuan's center of gravity.

Immediately, the cold, shadowy longsword, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced his heart once more with pinpoint accuracy.

A familiar, excruciating pain instantly swept over my entire body.

In the real world, Yunxuan's consciousness was suddenly pulled back to his body, and he sat up abruptly.

"Bang!"

My forehead slammed into a hard object unexpectedly, making a dull thud.

"what!"

Immediately afterward, a cry of pain rang in his ears.

Yunxuan covered his reddened forehead and looked in the direction of the sound.

A slightly thin boy was sitting on the ground, rubbing his forehead, with tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

The boy looked to be no more than eight or nine years old, thin and seemingly malnourished.

But he possessed a breathtakingly handsome face, so handsome that even women would be envious.

One can imagine that if he were dressed in women's clothing, he would be an absolutely stunning beauty.

Yunxuan and this young man were both exceptionally good-looking, but their "handsomeness" took completely different directions.

Yun Xuan possessed an air of understated elegance, while this young man shone like the dawn.

After recognizing the person, Yunxuan reached out and helped him up, asking with concern, "Haochen, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Brother Yun. Did you have a nightmare just now?" Long Haochen stood up with Yun Xuan's help and gently rubbed his forehead.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body swayed almost imperceptibly.

Even though he was only bumped, he felt dizzy and his forehead was stabbing with a sharp, needle-like pain, as if his head was about to split open.

Yunxuan didn't notice his subtle change. Hearing this, he twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile, saying, "Nightmare? I guess so."

After all, in a short period of time, he experienced the "death" of being pierced through the heart by a sharp sword several times in a row.

This feeling is probably more real and terrifying than any nightmare.

He shook his head, seemingly trying to shake off those unpleasant memories, and then asked, "What time is it now? Has the Prince's assessment ended?"

Despite his discomfort, Long Haochen nodded and said, "The assessment is over. Instructor Balza told us that after we collect today's Qi-Nourishing Liquid, we can all go back."

"It's finally over." Yunxuan let out a long yawn.

He stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

Afterwards, he and Long Haochen received a bottle of Qi-Nourishing Liquid and prepared to leave.