The noise of the talent market vanished.
The whole world seemed to quiet down.
Zhang Fan turned around to look, and the surroundings were empty, not a soul in sight, like a long-abandoned underground parking lot.
"Primordial Spirit Outer Scenery!?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but be moved.
With Primordial Spirit Awakening, one could see myriad outer sceneries, especially during magical combat, falling into the outer scenery, seemingly real yet fake, seemingly fake yet real.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit had already been dragged into the outer scenery by Wen He.
"Brother, I won't bully you, I'll only make one move. If you come to no harm, you'll have qualified for the interview."
With a blank expression, Wen He looked indifferently at Zhang Fan. After taking off her glasses, her demeanor turned cold as a knife.
"Sister, don't be too harsh, I can't endure…" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.
Rumble...
Before his voice fell, Wen He formed a seal with one hand, her red lips gently parted.
"Fated disasters are decreed by the heavens, all divine evils heed my command. Through ages vast, it drifts with the current, only this path discerns the true nature."
The cold voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears, he held his breath and focused, and in his sight, besides Wen He, there was nothing else.
"Divine Evil!"
"Celestial Net!"
Suddenly, a breeze stirred, gently blowing through.
Zhang Fan's complexion changed slightly, and along with the breeze, countless specks of dust appeared before him, densely swirling around.
"What is this?"
Zhang Fan reached out, trying to grasp the floating dust.
Buzz...
At this moment, the floating dust suddenly shook, transforming into threads that crisscrossed, turning the surrounding space into countless grids.
"Damn!"
Zhang Fan felt a bad premonition, the crisscrossing grids, like a cage, surged from all directions.
Zhang Fan stomped his feet on the ground, fiercely dashing forward, but the next moment, it felt like he hit a barrier, the immense force rebounding him like a cannonball.
Buzz...
The crisscrossing grids gently trembled, consolidating even tighter, in a blink, the space Zhang Fan could move in was compressed to just ten meters.
"A cage?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows sharply.
"Men fear Celestial Net, women fear Earth Net!" From afar, Wen He said calmly.
Men fear Celestial Net, women fear Earth Net.
Heaven and Earth Net is a divine evil.
If women are destined with "Earth Net," they are bound to suffer bloodshed, especially during childbirth, so among women facing difficult births, there's a high chance their birth charts carry "Earth Net."
If men are destined with "Celestial Net," they are bound for imprisonment, their fortunes dim. Therefore, if you examine the birth charts of prisoners, there's a high chance they carry "Celestial Net."
"Celestial Net is inherently carried in the fate, how could human power mar it?"
Wen He held a seal with both hands, cold light glinting in her indifferent eyes.
Under the Celestial Net, the primordial spirit was to be imprisoned.
This was the magic of the divine evil school.
This was the terror of the path of divine evil.
"It's over!"
Suddenly, Zhang Fan lay on the ground, limbs spread, body tense, even as blue veins bulged, he remained motionless.
"A trapped beast in a cage!" Wen He said indifferently.
After all, Zhang Fan was only at the "Qi Worker" realm, not yet touching magic, to him, this move was utterly flawless.
"Brother, it seems this job isn't suitable for you."
"Is it over?"
Zhang Fan closed his eyes, under the bindings of the "Celestial Net," his primordial spirit grew heavier, as if sinking into a quagmire.
Defeat, reluctance, anger... various emotions tangled together.
Consciousness agitated, primordial spirit's silence!
Countless thoughts boiling!
Countless lights and shadows intertwining!
"Ahhh... Mom... Mom..."
A heart-wrenching cry echoed through sealed memories, flashing across Zhang Fan's mind.
Ten years ago...
That night!
Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan, under pouring rain, amidst thunder and lightning, his mother died in a car accident, and he was right there beside her.
Covered in blood, crying powerlessly, struggling powerlessly, shaking his breathless mother, but there was no response...
After that day, he forgot many things.
Zhang Lingzong said he took him to see a doctor, who said it was traumatic selective amnesia.
The night engulfed him, only intersecting lightning, countless thoughts surging, countless lights and shadows dancing...
Zhang Fan felt unprecedented pain, he seemed to see his primordial spirit struggling in that night, as if endless darkness was about to completely swallow it.
"Great Night, primordial spirit enters extinction, it's the most feared tribulation for cultivators!"
"You awakened, to be able to awaken from the Great Night again..."
"What a pity, you haven't truly escaped the tribulation yet!"
A haunting voice echoed in Zhang Fan's mind, as if he was speaking to himself, or perhaps as if it originated from the already aware primordial spirit.
Rumble...
Endless darkness coursed, like a raging sea, as if about to devour everything.
Zhang Fan's primordial spirit raged, struggled, at this moment he appeared partly, like just the tip of an iceberg, eager to break free from that chaotic darkness completely.
"Finally, I can see the light!"
At this moment, that seemingly murmured voice resounded again, hauntingly drifting, echoing in the depths of Zhang Fan's mind.
...
"Brother, let's stop here for today."
Wen He slowly walked towards Zhang Fan, intending to release him from the Celestial Net.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a fierce gust swept up, like a roaring beast, stirring with force.
"Retreat!"
Wen He's face changed instantly, primordial spirit reacted instinctively, but a terrifying aura surged, forcefully sending her flying ten meters away.
"What is that..."
Wen He gently landed, watching the turbulent aura, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit had indeed revived, struggling, roaring, growling...
A strange power arose slowly from within that wild nature.
"His primordial spirit..."
Wen He's gaze slightly darkened, finally showing a serious expression.
Just now, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit was clearly imprisoned, thoughts scattered, consciousness agitated, that frail primordial spirit was about to fall asleep.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan's aura turned exceptionally intense, his primordial spirit like a blazing flame, illuminating the chaotic space, surging relentlessly, dominated with wildness.
Rumble...
In the swaying aura, Zhang Fan slowly got up from the ground, his primordial spirit like a flame, completely burning away the cage-like grids, reducing them to dust.
At this moment, a deep shock appeared on Wen He's previously calm face, she stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief.
With just the "Qi Worker" realm, relying on his primordial spirit, he managed to break her "Celestial Net" divine evil!?
Even though it was just a test...
Still, such a fact in the sect was unprecedented.
Rumble...
Zhang Fan's primordial spirit glowed, he seemed like a flame, still burning, the surrounding dust burned away completely.
At this moment, the Celestial Net divine evil, was thoroughly broken.
"Sister, does this mean I passed the assessment?" Zhang Fan softly asked.
Phew...
Suddenly, the piercing noise returned, Zhang Fan blinked, finding himself still in the talent market, sitting across from Wen He.
Everything just now felt like a dream, but his clothes were soaked in sweat, his spirit felt incredibly exhausted.
"You passed, come to our company for an interview tomorrow." Wen He softly said, her gaze at Zhang Fan carried a hint of approval.
"Didn't I pass!? There's still an interview?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.
"It's not up to me, our boss has to approve." Wen He chuckled softly.
"But I think it shouldn't be a problem."
As she spoke, Wen He took out a form, filling it out according to Zhang Fan's resume.
"By the way, how long have you been cultivating?"
Wen He paused before a blank section, asked.
"Three months."
"Oh, three..."
Suddenly, Wen He's voice halted, the pen in her hand paused mid-air, she abruptly looked up at Zhang Fan, as if she hadn't heard it.
"How long did you say you've been cultivating?"
"Three months." Zhang Fan replied.
Pa...
The pen in Wen He's hand fell onto the table, a deep shock appeared on her delicate face, even more intense than when Zhang Fan broke the Celestial Net.