Inside the fifth palace.
The first thing Zhang Yao and the others saw was a quaint stele, one zhang high and three chi wide.
There were no symbols or characters on the stele, only an ancient and desolate star map, depicting a corner of the vast star universe that made one feel dizzy just at a glance.
"Hiss..."
Even though he was mentally prepared, Zhang Yao still felt a slight sting in his eyes, took a light breath, and involuntarily looked away.
This wasn't because there was any special restriction on the stele or blinding light, but an instinctive sting, an unconscious desire not to look.
This fifth gate tests a cultivator's spiritual will.
Spiritual will is elusive yet real, determining the strength of one's inner self.
Pure spiritual will seems useless, but if one wishes to reach the end of the endless cultivation road, a strong and pure spirit is often essential.
"In this gate... do I have some advantage?"
Zhang Yao asked himself.
