【2】TeEtryTrialsTeLife-BoudTecique

    Idon’tknowwhenitbegan,butthere’sasoulinsideme—“anotherme.”

    Herevealseverythingwithoutreservation,andwhenheemerges,allofmystrengthisidbare,nothingheldback.

    But“he”doesn’tcarrymymemories,nordoIretainhis—unlesswechoosetosharethem.

    Thistime,weagreedtoshare.

    After“I”defeatedtheTyrannosaurusRex,Iwasinstantlyteleportedbacktothecultivationchamber.Atthesametime,mysoulreturomybody.

    Thesteouredmeacupofteaandaskedpolitely,

    “YoungMaster,wouldyouliketoproceedwiththesedentrytrial?”

    Ieramomentofthought.

    “Alright.Letmefinishthisteafirst.”

    HestoodbysilentlyasIdrank.Isetdownthecup.

    “Delicious.”

    “Aslongasyou’repleased,YoungMaster,”thestewardsmiledgently.

    “Bytheway,Itaketheformofanyoneyoudesire—butonlyafteryoupleteyourentrytrialsandofficiallybeethediscipleoftheDivineLord.”

    “Iuand.”

    Sothiswasmeanttotemptmeintofinishirials.Inoddedandasked,

    “Then,whatisthesedtrial?”

    “Thisosyourprehensionofacultivationteique.Insimpleterms:itgaugesyourtalentandperception.”

    Ifroze.

    Talent...?That’smyworsttrait.

    Hetinued,pullingoutanoldpieceofpart.

    “ThisisateiquecalledtheSorSparrowBattleTeique.Itwascreatedbyyourpre—cough,byaseniorcultivator.”

    Itookalook.

    Theso-called“teique”wasjustatattered,yellowedscrapofpaper,withall.

    Yet,strangely,Ifeltasenseofdeepfamiliarity.Withoutthinking,Ireachedouttotouchthepaper.

    Sudden