The Legend of Good-For-Nothing Cultivation: I Really Didn't Mean It

The bluestone slabs in the Qingyun Sect's martial arts arena were scorched by the scorching sun. The sunlight cut down obliquely, embedding golden-red spots in the cracks of the stone slabs. When you step on them, you can clearly feel a burning sensation running upwards along the soles of the shoes. Even the air is filled with dry heat waves, carrying the scorched air of the plants and trees. It smells like fireworks when you inhale it into your lungs. In the center of the martial arts field, the spirit-testing stone that has been passed down for more than 800 years stands alone on a high platform. It is as white as mutton-fat jade, with faint patterns of flowing clouds on the surface. It is glowing with a cold and faint light at the moment, which is incompatible with the hot atmosphere around it. It makes the faces of the surrounding disciples flicker, and even the pupils reflect the shimmer of the stone surface.