The grand spiritual bells of the Abyssal Lotus Pavilion boomed a final time, and the colossal white marble plaza plunged into an absolute, suffocating silence [INDEX]. At that exact millisecond, the ancient anti-cheating defensive arrays built into the floating wooden desks violently hummed, releasing a thin, translucent barrier of silver light around each individual applicant.
The examination rolls automatically unfurled, revealing hundreds of highly complex, archaic runic questions regarding the hidden molecular weight of spiritual plants and the deep cosmic histories of the upper universe.
Almost immediately, the sound of thousands of scratching spirit brushes echoed off the sandalwood pillars like a swarm of frantic locusts. Within the first fifteen minutes, the previous arrogant smiles on the faces of the young noble masters completely dissolved into masks of sheer agony.
