Soon, the official deity trials began and the square was filled with people.
Although most of them were spectators, there were still hundreds of people participating in the trials.
“The 381th deity trial starts now. The first trial round is about to begin. The gods will be required to gather their faith power.
“The basic requirement for participating in the divine seat selection is to reach at least 100 points of faith power. Otherwise, don’t embarrass yourself if you can’t reach it. Now come up one by one and test your faith power!”
Faith power was how many strands of faith power could be extracted every day.
Sullo had already learned this information from his mentor Gan Yutong, so he wasn’t surprised at this moment.
Moreover, he could gather more than 500 wisps of faith power every day. It was a piece of cake for him to handle the first test.
However, an ordinary divine student could not help but be in an uproar. His face was ashen and dejected.
Just the first test alone had excluded most of them.
After all, all the gods who had just condensed their divine sparks and opened their divine domains could only obtain a limited amount of faith power every day. It was already considered not bad to be able to obtain more than ten wisps.
At this moment, a senior student dressed in white walked up to the test platform and placed his hand on the instrument.
Very quickly, the instrument shone brightly and the needle pointed at the number 103.
“Daily income of 103 strands of faith power. Pass! Next!”
The white-robed divine student walked down the test platform with a haughty expression. It was as if the test just now was just a formality for him!
However, his action of bouncing his legs while walking clearly revealed his excitement at this moment.
At this moment, a slightly plump student walked up and pressed his hand on the instrument.
“98 strands, fail! Please remove yourself from the platform. I’ve already said, those who don’t meet the standards shouldn’t come up and embarrass themselves.
“If someone else insists despite being under-leveled, they will be directly disqualified from the subsequent assessment.”
Another student shrunk his head and walked down the testing platform with a dejected expression.
He was not far from the minimum, but he was indeed unwilling to be eliminated.
However, he was just a small student. His confidence was non-existent.
“128, pass. Next!”
“119, pass. Next!”
“157, pass. Next!”
“226, pass. Next!”
One divine student after another, as though they were watching a passing horse, went up and down.
Just as the examiners announced the number 226, the spectators below instantly let out an uproar.
This meant that this divine student was able to collect 226 strands of faith energy every day.
The vast majority of demigods weren’t even one-tenth of him!
The other divine students couldn’t help but look at this person with a face full of worship.
However, at this moment, the test was nearing its end. Most of the students who met the requirements had already completed the test.
The examiner looked around, then said in a clear voice. “Is there anyone else who wants to come up for the test?”
Seeing that no one answered, he waved his hand and was about to collect the assessment instrument.
But at this moment, the space on the assessment platform fluctuated and a small crystal door that was two meters tall appeared out of thin air.
A tall and handsome figure walked out of the crystal door.
Seeing this scene, the senior students of the War Theological Seminary couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
“Oh my God! Look at the badge on the junior’s chest. He should be a freshman this year, right?”
“How can he know the ultimate divine art of the special faculty, the Spatial Gate?”
Who else could this figure be other than Sullo?
The examiner’s brows creased.
Others had walked up step by step, but Sullo had actually teleported up. This was somewhat disrespectful!
Just as the examiner was about to open his mouth to scold him, Sullo had already placed his hand on the instrument by himself.
The needle in the middle of the instrument flicked up and turned from the left all the way to 598.
“What, what? It’s 598? How is that possible?”
“Yeah! Is there a mistake with the instrument? Should we get the examiner to change the instrument?”
“That’s impossible! There was no problem with the previous Test!”
“Hiss! Does this mean that he can obtain 598 wisps of faith power every day?”
The spectating students were stunned on the spot as they looked at Sullo in disbelief.
The assessment officer was also stunned as he suspected that the apparatus was damaged.
Hence, he walked forward and placed his hand on the apparatus.
“586!”
The student ignored the assessment officer’s gloomy face and directly called out this number.
The examiner didn’t retort. Clearly, this was his true number.
This was interesting. Despite being a veteran High God, his assessment of faith power was actually inferior to a new student who had just become a deity. Wasn’t this too much of a slap to the face?
It was the kind of slap that would result in the student pressing his face to the ground and rubbing it there!
The examiner’s expression was ugly but under everyone’s watchful eyes, he could only grit his teeth and say this, “War Theological Seminary’s Sullo, 598 faith points, pass!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding students of the War Theological Seminary couldn’t help but cheer.
If it was only two or three hundred, then perhaps they would be envious or even covetous.
But if their faith points actually reached 598, surpassing a veteran high god, it would definitely cause everyone to hold back any bad thoughts.
They would even cheer for Sullo and feel a sense of honor.
After all, Sullo was also a member of the War Theological Seminary. Even if Sullo was powerful, he still represented a part of them!
At least in the future when they went out to brag to others, they would have an additional topic to talk about, right?
Most importantly, at this age, he already had such high faith power.
This meant that even if Sullo couldn’t obtain the Thunder God’s divine seat, his future development was limitless.
After all, gods either cultivated through faith power or divine power.
And with Sullo’s high faith power, it meant that his cultivation speed would be ten times that of others, ten times more terrifying.
For them to shun such a powerful existence rather than befriending them, wouldn’t they be the fools?
However, before the gods could rush up, Sullo disappeared from the assessment stage once again.
The Spatial Door could come and go as it pleased. It was simply a necessary divine weapon for killing and arson.
At this moment, the assessment officer, who had been ignored by Sullo time and time again, said with an ashen face, “The second round of assessment will be a battle between the believers of both sides. The stronger side will win.”
“The name list of the assessment will now be announced. The first year of the War Theological Seminary, Sullo, will go against the third year of the War Theological Seminary, Xia Jun.
“The third year of War Theological Seminary, Liu Sheng, against the third year of War Theological Seminary, Zhang Lei…”