The Ruthless Emperor: Eldenvale

The world around Wu Tianjue flickered back into focus. The eerie silence that followed the collapse of the illusion was palpable, thick with anticipation. The other recruits, still trapped within their own visions, appeared unaware of what had transpired. Their expressions twisted with fear, sorrow, and regret as they struggled to free themselves from the weight of their personal demons.

But Wu Tianjue stood alone, untouched by the illusions that had ensnared the others. His gaze, calm and unwavering, remained locked on the elder who stood at the center of the field. The elder's expression, for the briefest moment, betrayed a flicker of surprise before returning to his usual composure.

Wu Tianjue didn't move. He simply waited. He had passed. He knew it.

There was a long pause before the elder spoke, his voice carrying across the field. "Impressive," he said. His tone was clipped, but there was no mistaking the underlying respect in his words. "Not many can break free from such a complex illusion so quickly. You are the first to do so."

The other recruits were still struggling, trapped in their own personal torment. But Wu Tianjue remained calm, observing them without a hint of emotion. His mind was clear, and there was no doubt in his heart. He was not concerned about anyone else, his path was his own.

"Interesting,"

From the distant shadows of the towering walls surrounding the recruitment field, a soft murmur echoed, barely audible yet carrying an undeniable weight. The sound was low but distinct, resonating with power and mystery.

The recruits, oblivious to the murmur, continued their struggles. Yet, for a brief moment, Wu Tianjue's eyes narrowed as he heard the words. They weren't spoken by the elder. They came from somewhere deeper within the heart of the School of Talent.

Before Wu Tianjue could dwell on the mysterious voice, the elder's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing with an unexpected glint of curiosity. "All of you, step forward," he commanded.

The recruits, still shaken by their respective visions, slowly began to gather themselves. Yan Junhao was among the last, his face pale as he wiped away the sweat from his brow. His body trembled slightly, as though the test had taken a toll on him that he hadn't expected. Despite his usual composure, he had been trapped in the illusion longer than anyone else.

Wu Tianjue observed him briefly, noting the faint signs of discomfort on his face. Yan Junhao, the respected older brother of Yan Zhiming, the second in line for the throne of the Flame Continent's Mo Kingdom, had never been one to falter in front of others. The illusion had clearly affected him deeply, though the reason for his hesitation was unknown to Wu Tianjue.

"Surprising," Wu Tianjue murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible. He turned his attention back to the elder, who had now begun to speak again.

"Everyone has passed," the elder announced. "You have all shown resilience and strength of will. But do not think for a moment that the tests are over. The road ahead will be long and difficult."

There was a subtle shift in the air as the recruits, now fully aware of their success, began to relax. However, the elder's final words rang out, leaving a lingering sense of uncertainty. The tension remained thick, despite their apparent victory.

"However," the elder continued, "it is rare for someone to emerge so swiftly from the test. Wu Tianjue, you have proven yourself to be extraordinary." His eyes shifted briefly to Yan Junhao, who was still trying to regain his composure. "And you, Yan Junhao, while capable, took longer than expected to break free. The illusion array is not easily overcome, but I expect more from someone of your standing."

Yan Junhao clenched his fists, but said nothing. The elder's words, though not intended to be a reprimand, felt like a weight on his shoulders. He had taken pride in his ability to overcome any challenge quickly, yet this trial had revealed a different side of him.

Wu Tianjue's attention, however, was solely focused on the elder's next words. "Your names are recorded. You will now proceed to the final stage of the recruitment."

The other recruits stepped forward, forming neat rows. Some wore expressions of confidence, others uncertainty, but all were equally eager to prove themselves worthy of joining the prestigious School of Talent.

The elder gave a small nod, and with a wave of his hand, a brilliant light enveloped the recruits once more. "Follow me," he instructed, and without another word, he turned and began walking toward the entrance to the school, his robes flowing behind him.

Wu Tianjue moved without hesitation, his steps silent but sure. As he passed by Yan Junhao, he noticed the older man's gaze lingering on him for a brief moment. Though Yan Junhao did not speak, Wu Tianjue could sense the underlying tension. There was respect, yes, but also something more, something unspoken, buried beneath the surface.

As they entered the School of Talent, the air grew heavy with anticipation. The building loomed ahead, its towering gates opening as the recruits passed through. The grandeur of the school was evident, but Wu Tianjue's focus was elsewhere. His mind was already on the next step, calculating, planning, and moving forward.