338: What a beast!

Li Haotian's expression didn't change much, as he still maintained a calm and composed demeanor. This Magic Treasure simply couldn't affect his mind, while everyone else around him fell into the illusion. At the same time, screens appeared in the sky.

These screens displayed everything everyone saw within the illusion.

Some were reborn as infants, living a new life.

Others, after joining a Sect, faced calamities where the entire Sect was annihilated, and all the mighty Powerhouses were killed, leaving only a few remaining.

The Elders each held their hands, urging them to restore the Sect. Among these people, some pulled their hands away and fled.

They were deeply immersed in the illusion, acting out their truest inner reactions, so there was no pretense or concealment whatsoever.

These individuals were undoubtedly to be eliminated. After they made their choices, the screens suddenly turned red, and then these people woke up.

The person in charge flicked a finger, sending them out with streams of spiritual Qi. These people clearly did not meet the requirements. The illusion continued, and everyone sighed with regret upon seeing those who had failed.

Among these guys, some betrayed their Sect for women, and some stole things from their Sect for their country.

How could such people be allowed to Cultivate in an Immortal Sect?

"Look at that kid, I thought he looked so virtuous, but he turned out to be a simp. He's been simping for that goddess for so long, I wonder if she'll ever be with him."

"Hahaha, needless to say, just by the way he simps for his goddess, you can tell she's just stringing him along, just to make him steal some resources for her own Cultivation!"

"A simp simps until he loses everything, utterly ridiculous!"

"And this woman is also a simp. Damn, her taste is truly unique; she's simping for an old man, how disgusting!"

Everyone watched everything displayed before them, indignantly, their faces filled with anger.

Many even treated it as after-dinner conversation and a joke. Their experiences would help them drink a couple more cups of wine during future meals.

Soon, these people left dejectedly. Everyone's gaze fell upon the screens. Among them, the scene of a cowherd boy fighting alone, refusing to retreat, and protecting his Sect moved people to tears.

There were also heroes who, for the Legacy of the Sect, decisively stayed to face the enemy, allowing their Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters to leave first.

These individuals were undoubtedly recognized, and the responsible Disciple showed a satisfied expression.

Although these illusions lasted only a moment for those outside, those within the illusion lived for a long time, some even for several years.

After entering the Sect, the Council of Elders would provide them with various resources, allowing them to Cultivate little by little and become the most brilliant Prodigies of the entire Sect—at least, that's how it was in their own illusions.

However, when facing invasion by powerful enemies, some chose to resist, while others chose to flee.

There were also many bonds involved among them. It was simply to see if these people valued loyalty and righteousness. Those cowardly rats who only fled for their own lives and interests had no right to join an Immortal Sect.

Li Haotian was currently watching Liang Yun's illusion.

Facing a multitude of temptations, she did not choose to betray the Sect; she didn't even hand over the simplest Sect Cultivation Technique to the other party.

Thus, she passed the test, and her illusion continued, as per Li Haotian's instruction.

Whenever Liang Yun saw someone oppressing commoners or Cultivators wantonly taking lives on the street, she would intervene.

Such a chivalrous person, even when facing a Prince who wanted to kill her, ultimately chose to spare his life.

Li Haotian initially admired her, but later, he gradually frowned.

This woman was simply too benevolent. Even if someone wanted to kill her, she could still calmly let them go. If such a person were truly let go, they would inevitably become a disaster.

Originally, Li Haotian planned to take her as his Disciple directly, but now it seemed he needed to let her suffer a bit.

It would be best if, when her own relatives held a weapon to her neck, putting her in a life-or-death crisis, the choice she made then would be the most correct.

As everyone was undergoing the test, a gasp suddenly rang out.

He pointed at the screen in the sky, his face showing a shocked expression.

The Prince of their country had actually become a demon. Due to factors such as the destruction of his Sect, he went mad, but this madness was not directed at enemies, but at his own people. He planned to turn the entire Sect into his own Cultivation, then break through the encirclement alone, preserving himself by sacrificing the entire Sect.

Li Haotian's expression immediately darkened, and so did that Disciple's.

They never imagined this guy's heart could be so dark and selfish.

If you're going to become a demon, why don't you fight your enemies? This guy becomes a demon, kills all his own people, devours them to become part of himself, to become his own Cultivation, and then damn it, he runs away himself. What the hell is that?

The Disciple's mouth twitched with anger. He watched with his own eyes as Disciples wearing identical Daoist Robes died in these illusions.

He forcefully pointed a finger forward, and before the other party's illusion even ended, he directly blasted him out, sending him crashing onto the plaza outside.

Immediately, a group of servants wanted to rush forward to help the Prince, who was spitting blood on the ground, his face full of despair, his pale countenance looking extremely weak.

"No one is to help him!"

The Disciple in charge of this recruitment roared, instantly silencing everyone. The Prince was severely injured at this time, but the Disciple, considering his hard-earned Cultivation, still preserved his Meridians and path of Cultivation.

Otherwise, that strike just now could have shattered his Meridians and completely destroyed his Cultivation!

Large mouthfuls of blood continuously spewed out. The Prince lay on the ground, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused. After a long while, he barely managed to stuff two Medicinal Pills into his mouth, struggling to stand up, his whole body extremely weak.

At this moment, he also understood what had happened. The absurd things he had done were seen by everyone. It was absolutely impossible for him to join the Sect again, so he limped back. Only when he reached the crowd did his people dare to come forward and help him.

The Disciple still wore an angry expression. If it weren't for the Sect Master's order that no lives should be taken regardless of what happened in the illusion, he would have directly pulverized that guy into a meat paste.

That damned bastard, he actually planned to sacrifice the entire Sect. What an animal!