blueteamnovel Chapter 12 - The Qin Soldiers’ Repeated Failures!
Chapter 12 - The Qin Soldiers’ Repeated Failures!
Chapter 12: The Qin Soldiers’ Repeated Failures!
Inside the Heavenly Pit.
“Is this really the Scarlet Sun Immortal?” Ying Zheng’s sharp gaze fixated on the lifeless figure seated atop the altar.
Though the corpse was undoubtedly ancient, its preservation was immaculate, as if time had no claim on it.
For Ying Zheng, ruler of Qin, this revelation was extraordinary. He had never heard of the Scarlet Sun Immortal before, which meant this individual must have lived centuries ago.
“To think that even in death, his body remains unspoiled for hundreds of years.” Ying Zheng murmured in amazement.
Rather than being disheartened, the mystery only stoked his excitement. If the Scarlet Sun Immortal possessed such capabilities, then the Creation Immortal Codex he revered must be even more powerful.
This was a divine blessing for Ying Zheng—a path toward immortality and the preservation of his empire.
“Such an ominous aura!”
“Could this be the array mentioned by the Scarlet Sun Immortal?”
“Why does my heart feel uneasy?”
Unlike Ying Zheng, Wang Ben, Han Zhang, and Zhao Gao were more focused on the palpable energy emanating from the altar.
As Tianxiang Grandmasters, they were highly attuned to shifts in the surrounding environment. The moment the altar appeared, they sensed the dangerous aura enveloping it.
This aura confirmed what they had read on the stele—the altar was protected by a formation. Even without stepping closer, they were filled with trepidation.
“What is this thing?”
“It rose straight out of the ground. So eerie!”
Meanwhile, the ordinary Qin soldiers, unaware of the stele’s inscription, were left puzzled by the spectacle. They stared at the massive altar in apprehension.
“Send two men to test the array,” Ying Zheng ordered, his tone calm yet commanding.
The man hesitated before answering.
“General, I... I saw my father’s death three years ago. I wasn’t there...”
His voice wavered as he recounted the scene. “I was away, fulfilling my duties. By the time I returned, my father had already been buried. It has haunted me ever since.”
“So this is what the second trial meant,” Ying Zheng said, recalling the stele’s inscription.
“The test of heart and character, independent of cultivation strength... That’s exactly what this is!”
Ying Zheng’s eyes narrowed as realisation dawned. The visions, the challenges—they were manifestations of each man’s inner demons.
“Inner demons,” Zhao Gao muttered, his expression darkening. “They’re intangible, yet more terrifying than any foe.”
Han Zhang nodded grimly, his apprehension about the altar growing.
“Since the array forces one to confront their inner demons,” Ying Zheng announced, his voice resolute,
“all Qin soldiers shall undergo the trial!”
The emperor’s eyes blazed with determination. “Even if you fail, you must confront your demons and strengthen your resolve. Those who succeed will be handsomely rewarded!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
“Understood, Your Majesty!”
The soldiers bowed in unison, acknowledging their orders.
Excluding the two who had already failed, the remaining troops began their approach to the altar.
Thud!
Thud!
Within moments, many were sent flying back, their attempts thwarted by the array.
As time went on, the number of soldiers failing the trial only continued to rise.