The moment Lin Xuan sat down on the Grass Mat, a Soul Attack immediately surged from it into his body, frantically assaulting his soul.
Initially, the attack was relatively weak, so he barely felt a thing as his soul held firm, unshakable. It grew stronger as time passed, which didn't surprise Lin Xuan. 'The soul assessment is just that simple.'
The main point was to assault his soul to test the strength of his soul power and see how long he could withstand the attack. Different Ultimate Skills required different Soul Levels to be cultivated, and if one's soul wasn't strong enough, cultivating them was fundamentally difficult.
Therefore, it was impossible to pass through sheer luck; one could only steadfastly endure the relentless attacks.
At that moment, Sun Zhe had snapped out of his daze. When he saw Lin Xuan's back, the figure seemed somewhat familiar, but he paid it no mind.
