Wu Jiang gaze turned solemn as he looked toward the final gate, the one wreathed in silence and black mist.
"…is the Gate of Silence. It contains no opponent, no flame, no lightning. Only a space where time is disordered and thought turns against itself. There, your dao heart will be laid bare. You must endure the void, confront your truths, and find clarity amid madness. Fail… and you will lose yourself entirely."
Kai frowned slightly. That one… sounded the most dangerous of all.
The illusion faded, the gates vanishing like mist in the wind. Wu Jiang turned back toward Kai, his eyes cold and unwavering.
"These are the Three Martial Trials. I forged them not to test strength—but resolve. Few have passed one. Fewer still survived . Only three people managed to completed all three and all of them ascended along time ago."
