White peak

A hush fell over the gathered crowd as the supervisor, a wizened old man with eyes like polished obsidian, addressed the aspiring participants. His voice, though aged, resonated with a quiet power that demanded attention.

"Welcome, young cultivators," he boomed, his voice echoing across the precipice. "Today, you stand at the threshold of the Skyfall Trial, a test not only of your strength, but also of your control and adaptability."

He surveyed the faces before him, a mix of eager anticipation and nervous apprehension.

"This preliminary stage," he continued, "requires you to descend from the peak. However, a formidable barrier of spirit qi awaits you. Your task is to navigate this resistance and reach the ground with the utmost speed."

A collective intake of breath filled the air as the supervisor raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. He then produced a series of intricately carved talismans, each glowing with a soft ethereal light.

"These," he explained, gesturing towards the tali
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