Trial

In the Golden Soul Realm.

The originally calm grounds suddenly became busy.

Fang Yuan stood on top of an iron tree and casually grabbed a small golden snake that tried to ambush him. He tossed it aside, plucked a Golden Soul Fruit, and ate it happily.

"Within the surrounding twenty-five kilometers, there are no other disciples… This makes sense. No matter how small the Golden Soul Realm, it's the size of a country. Combined with the artifact spirit's intentional adjustments, the disciples are dispersed as much as possible. If they weren't, they could form groups to enter the third region and make the test a joke!"

Fang Yuan kept alert.

Although this test of the Golden Soul Sect seemed crude, the artifact spirit and Immortals kept watch at all times. He would be courting death if he tried to abuse any loopholes.