Summit Farmer

Looking inside here again, there was actually a number there, and it wasn’t the number on his original identity token, but a randomly generated number representing his identity here.

88965!

However, Peter Brown had a feeling that those people probably wouldn’t recognize this number, as it should be written in an ancient form of oracle bone script.

Calming himself down, Peter had a strong feeling that this place was specially designed for him, and no one else could possibly recognize the words here, even if someone did recognize them, they wouldn’t be as awesome as him in formation and alchemy knowledge.

Although it’s an ancient inheritance, Peter also couldn’t be careless, who dares to say that there really isn’t someone among these people who recognizes the words here?

Thinking about it, Peter shook his head to himself, just as he was hiding his abilities, there were probably others doing the same, if there were, they would surely be his opponents.

Alright, let’s see what needs to be done.

Peter gathered his thoughts and turned his attention to the words above, sure enough, it was a set of rules and explanations, after reading it, Peter understood, indeed it was a way of learning and progression, each examination contained some knowledge of formation and alchemy, and only by learning and being able to break the formation could he enter the next examination.

The knowledge progressed little by little, if he passed, he could move forward, if not, he would be teleported out.

Interesting!