The bronze mirror seemed ordinary, but Duan Lingtian could guess that it was definitely not simple.

Immediately afterwards, the energy in Ning Can's hand bloomed, and then merged into the bronze mirror.

In an instant, a solid red light burst out from the bronze mirror. The red light shone on the void, causing the wind and clouds above to turmoil, and finally gathered into a solid cloud.

"Array of Inscriptions?!"

Suddenly, many people saw the mystery of this cloud, including Feng Wudao and Feng Tianwu, father and daughter. They had all seen similar formations of inscriptions.

"Yes, this is an 'array of inscriptions'."

Ning Can put away the bronze mirror that opened the inscription array in his hand, and then looked around at the young talents present, "This inscription array is the 'venue' where you will conduct the first round of selection... Next

, all of you will enter it and enter an 'illusion' that belongs to all of you."

Ning Can's words were obviously addressed to the young talents of the ten major dynasties present.

Fantasy?

Ning Can's words made most people a little confused.

Duan Lingtian couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

He is no stranger to 'illusions'. The soul skill 'Thousand Illusions' he has mastered can construct an 'illusion space' at will.

In that illusory space, anyone whose mental strength cannot defeat him is equivalent to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by him.

In the illusion space he constructed, he is the absolute master!

"That 'illusion' has another name in our Canglang Castle...the illusion of purgatory!"

Ning Can continued.

Purgatory fantasy?!
Chapter completed!