Chapter 193 Logical Collapse: The Nightmare of a Saint Realm Expert's "College Entrance Exam"
The sky over the Northern Frontier had just undergone a baptism of "warm red rain." The originally distorted Spiritual Qi nodes had not yet fully stabilized, and the scorched scent left behind after that "size 43 purple flip-flop" tore through the void still lingered in the air.
"Boom—!!!"
Without warning, three massive golden rifts split open in the void above the Nine Heavens!
Rolling thunderous sounds poured out from the rifts like a tide, shaking the fortress walls so hard that gravel rustled down.
Three figures radiating holy pressure, surrounded by ten thousand divine halos, slowly descended upon the mortal world!
The true foundation of the Yaoguang Holy Land in the Sanctuary—the "Three Holy Elders"!
The leader, Elder Tianshu, had white hair like a waterfall. Nine golden runes the size of millstones circled his body. With every step he took, golden lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, a stunning phenomenon!
Elder Tianxuan and Elder Tianji flanked him on both sides. One held the Soul-Fixing Mirror, while the other carried the Spirit-Slaying Sword on his back. Their terrifying War God Realm seventh-stage Aura caused all birds and beasts within a hundred-mile radius to die instantly; even the air seemed to stop flowing!
"Heretic Jiang Chen! You killed our Sanctuary knights and desecrated the will of the gods. Today, we shall execute punishment on behalf of Heaven, seize your Divine Soul, and suppress you in the Sin Washing Pool of the Holy Lake for ten thousand years!"
Elder Tianshu's voice was like rolling heavenly thunder, causing the soldiers of the entire Northern Frontier Fortress to cough up blood simultaneously.
Too strong!
This was simply incomparable to the previous first-stage War God Realm; this was a high-level War God Realm that had touched the threshold of the Law!
In the distance, Regiment Commander Lei Heng lay prone on the ground, his eyes wide as copper bells, his face full of despair: "Is the Sanctuary... going to start a world-ending war? Any one of these three old monsters could flatten a province of Great Xia!"
At this moment, the only quiet place on the field remained that special-grade barracks in Area A, which had been reinforced to an insane degree.
Since he had just swatted away that "gorilla," Jiang Chen's Mental Energy had once again entered a "low-power standby" state.
He was lying sideways on the myriad heavens formless bed, his left hand naturally resting on Mu Qingxue's lower abdomen, while his right hand habitually gripped one of Iliya's fox tails, sleeping quite soundly.
[Ding! Detected three noise sources carrying severe "logic viruses."]
[Judgment: This level of noise has seriously interfered with the host's sweet dream of "The Empress feeding grapes."]
[Waking Up Anger charging: 250% (Berserk Warning)!]
[Forced Defense Mechanism activated: Dream Exam Hall—Logic Infinite Loop Domain unfolding!]
"So... noisy..."
Jiang Chen let out an extremely irritated low growl in his sleep.
Just as Elder Tianshu was about to sacrifice the "Nine Heavens Judgment Thunder," the entire world suddenly changed!
The three Elders of the Sanctuary discovered to their horror that they, who had been standing in the clouds, were now suddenly sitting at rigid wooden desks!
The surrounding void had disappeared, replaced by a giant classroom filled with a sense of oppression.
Huge slogans were spray-painted in blood on the surrounding walls: [Every second counts, no sleeping until you break through to War God!] [As long as you don't die from studying, study until you die!]
"What kind of illusion is this?!" Elder Tianshu roared, trying to circulate the vast, sea-like Divine Power within his body.
However, he discovered with horror that the power of the Law within him had been forcibly formatted!
In front of him sat a neatly placed exam paper shimmering with purple light. On the cover was written:
All-Heavens High-Martial Comprehensive Exam - National Paper (Jiang Chen Proctor Version)》
On the podium, Jiang Chen was wearing his spongebob pajamas and a red "Proctor" hat on his head. Holding an electrified pointer in his hand, he looked down at them coldly.
"Fellow students, you're late." Jiang Chen (Dream Projection) yawned, his eyes gloomy. "Today's exam is on 'Logical Balance.' Question one: Given that the snoring frequency of a Nightmare Divine Body is 430Hz, calculate the initial velocity of a War God Realm idiot's ancestral grave exploding when it encounters noise interference from said idiot."
"Can't write it? If you can't write it, then pull your hair out and think!"
Elder Tianshu went mad. He tried to use his holy sword to shatter the desk, only to find that the holy sword in his hand had turned into a ballpoint pen with no ink.
"No! I am a War God Realm Elder! I am the agent of God!" Elder Tianji roared, trying to use the Law to resist.
"Slap!!!"
A giant purple slipper crossed the void and accurately smacked Elder Tianji's face.
"No noise in the exam room!" Jiang Chen rubbed his eyes, his tone impatient to the extreme. "Write! You're not allowed to turn in your paper until you're finished! For every punctuation mark you get wrong, I'll deduct a hundred years of your Lifespan as an exam fee!"
Outside, everyone witnessed the most absurd scene of their lives.
The three Sanctuary Elders, who had previously possessed world-shaking Divine Might, were now floating in mid-air, their bodies stiff and their eyes rolled back.
Some were desperately pulling their hair, some were biting their fingers hard (in the dream, those were ballpoint pens), and some were even frantically calculating against the void, drooling and babbling nonsense.
"Regiment Commander... look at the leader." The adjutant pointed tremblingly at Elder Tianshu. "He's... he's plucking his own beard?!"
Elder Tianshu was seen weeping while frantically writing and drawing. Because he couldn't solve the big question about the "non-linear distortion of the Pythagorean theorem in the dream dimension," he was rolling on the ground in anxiety, his Holy Light leaking out like a short circuit.
"What... what kind of terrifying psychological offensive is this?!" Regiment Commander Lei Heng had completely fallen into a state of fanatical over-interpretation. He looked toward the barracks with eyes full of near-fanatical worship.
"Consultant Jiang is using Mental Energy manifestation to forcibly pull the opponent's consciousness into a 'Purgatory of Truth'! He is using the highest human wisdom to baptize these hypocritical Western charlatans! This isn't just a battle; this is... education!"
"Look! Elder Tianji's Dao Heart has shattered!"
Elder Tianji suddenly let out a piercing scream, curling into a ball and crying like a two-hundred-pound child: "Stop the exam! I'll choose C! I'll choose C, okay?! I'm not learning quantum mechanics anymore! I want to go home!!"
[Jiang Chen OS: Tsk, these old guys' IQs are worrying; they can't even handle these freebie questions. Since they failed, I guess I'll have to... call their parents.]
"Exam over. Everyone... stays back a grade."
In reality, Jiang Chen turned over, his large hand habitually feeling around Iliya's nine fluffy tails, seemingly looking for a non-existent eraser.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three muffled thuds. The three Sanctuary Elders fell from ten thousand meters like kites with broken strings, crashing directly into the mud pits outside the fortress.
They weren't dead, but their expressions were vacant, their mouths repeating incessantly: "The square root of two... why isn't it three... why..."
On this day, the Three Holy Elders of the Sanctuary met their end... due to failing their general education exam.