Looking at how much more he had to walk on the long path before him, sweat appeared on Yuan Jianjun's face.
But still, even with the mounting pressure, he felt on both his body and soul, he still persisted on, gritting his teeth as he stared at the finish line, with every step he took, the pressure on his body and his mounted at continued increasing.
Even so, as his eyes sometimes darted to Gao Lei and He Qiao, who were also walking on the path as well, Yuan Jianjun's will was strengthened, not wanting either of his competitors to get the better of him and take the lead in obtaining the inheritance.
Unlike Yuan Jianjun and He Qiao, Gao Lei's body resisted the pressure with much less effort, allowing him to maintain his stamina to a level the other two couldn't manage to do.
As such, as the pressure climbed, Gao Lei persisted until he reached the final part of the path when he then began using all his saved energy to go to the finish.
Just as he was about to reach the finish line, Gao Lei's face somehow hit something in the air, causing a somewhat loud sound to resound in the hall.
"Damn you He Qiao!" shouted Gao Lei as he looked at the wall before him, he then turned his head around and saw that he had somehow managed to walk backward without noticing.
Without even looking back at Gao Lei, He Qiao sped toward the finish line to arrive in second place, as her body was somewhat weaker than Yuan Jianjun, as well as the fact that her spirit was somewhat tired from using illusions on Gao Lei.
But still, this trick had caused He Qiao to gain one place and greater her chances at the inheritance.
"I shouldn't mess with this poisonous woman," thought Yuan Jianjun as he wondered what would have happened is the former had instead placed the illusion on him.
A while after the first two, another contestant had arrived, this signaled the arrival of a large majority of the group.
Soon the seventh contestant arrived, a normal-looking middle-aged man, who then sat down, meditating, and recovering his strenght.
"The strength of the pressure is based on cultivation base," thought Meng Lin as she looked at the weak martial master that managed to arrive fourth, but still a worry appeared in Meng Lin's mind.
"At least in the early stage, the body strength of these martial artists is stronger than me," thought Meng Lin as she felt her body slightly shaking from the pressure, whilst her soul was completely unfazed, right now her body was in quite the rough shape.
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"I should be careful to not fight them head-on," thought Meng Ling as she arrived at an estimate of how much stronger these martial artists were than, but still, in her mind, confidence radiated from Meng Lin.
Even while looked at the three martial kings, who were a cultivation realm higher than her, Meng Lin did not consider them her opponent.
This was not unfounded arrogance, rather, her confidence was based on her cultivation system, if the information she had learned was true, right now, as a cultivator at the Soul Control stage, she could have more lifespan than that so-called 'Martial Saint'.
In this world, Martial Saints had a lifespan of around one thousand years, which while more than Body Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators was nowhere near the maximum livespan of Soul Enlightenment cultivators.
Even if Meng Lin did not progress, with her three thousand years of lifespan, her accumulation would surpass most Martial Saint, and if she does progress, in this world with a weak cultivation system, Meng Lin was confident she could dominate.
As Meng Lin was still sunken in her thoughts, Gao Lei had once again surpassed the vast majority of cultivators and somehow managed to arrive at the ending with the eleventh place.
"The fighting hall sent someone weird," thought Yuan Jianjun as he looked at Gao Lei, the second time, after he was already supposed to be tired Gao Lei had managed to arrive at the ending even faster than before.
It was unknown what He Qiao was thinking, but if anyone looked at the frown on her face, they would be able to get a pretty good idea of her thoughts on the matter as well.
Two hours later,
"Commendable," thought Ming Lin as she looked at a Martial Master that was dragging his body across the floor.
Even though for the past thirty minutes, he was the only one that remained here, with all the other martial artists either arriving or failing.
A large number of martial artists who Meng Lin had a more solid foundation than the cultivator before him, but they still failed and were thrown out of the inheritance.
Of course, that was only an assumption, Meng Lin did not know what happened to those who failed, for all she knew, they could be fed to some wild demons, but of course, the creator of the inheritance would only do that if he did not want to rest in peace, as his very grave would probably be desecrated by the relatives or masters of the inheritors.
Around ten minutes later, the Martial Master managed to drag his entire body across the line that showed the end of the trial, his body, which was extremely thoroughly damaged by the pressure instantly regained it's full vigor.
The moment the Martial Master finished the trial, Meng Lin felt a strange energy enter her body and nourish it, at the same time, that same energy also caused Meng Lin's soul to slightly grow.
"So this is what the reward after the separate trials is," thought Meng Lin as a smile flashed on her face, but before she could do anything, her body was transported to the second trial
As such, after this, Meng Lin and the group of martial artists went through many more trials as the group slowly began thinning as only the strongest remained, of course, the strength of the surviving martial artists increased as they slowly but surely passed through every trial thrown at them.