The world inside the gate was a hazy expanse.
An endless, milky white stretched in all directions; nothing else existed.
Only a single figure stood there. It was a young man in flowing white robes, his bearing so otherworldly he seemed like a Banished Immortal. His features, however, were blurred and indistinct.
"It has been many years. Someone has passed the seventh trial once again."
The white-robed youth spoke. His voice was cool and clear, clean to the ear. Every word was like the gentle chiming of a spring, pleasant and soothing.
"A phantom soul projection... Interesting. It seems the rumors about the two hidden trials are true. Are you the test for the eighth trial?"
Ning Jiang said nonchalantly. In a way, this youth was quite similar to him, their temperaments closely matched.
"Correct."
"Just tell me. What is the test for the eighth trial?"
