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The mighty wolf lowered its head and howled, while massive shadows leaped from behind its back - black bears, giant eagles, and enormous pythons.

The fully stretched python towered as high as a ten-story building.

Most of the children standing in the small courtyard were terrified, their souls scattered, with some even bursting into wails.

Those who had just considered it a scam saw their expressions drastically change.

A few brave ones stood at the fore, craning their necks with eyes shining bright.

For these modern children, computer special effects were nothing new. Having seen all manner of horrific monsters on screens, they were unafraid.

Yet the illusion didn't end there.

With a few whistling sounds breaking through the air, several tiny figures in long robes and riding on flying swords appeared.

As they moved with shifting stances, all sorts of talismans and magical artifacts flew out from their bodies, accompanied by brilliant hues of light, soaring towards the giant beasts one after another.

This was but a small glimpse of the battle between cultivators and demonic beasts, not the full process.

Song Jixing withdrew her hands to her sides, and all the illusions naturally vanished.

Some children cried, some screamed, while others immediately clamored to go home.

Song Jixing said, "There are only two paths before you: either become cultivators or leave now. The choice is yours; I won't interfere."

Although they were the only commoners currently screened to have spiritual roots, it didn't mean they were destined to be world saviors. It merely meant they could start cultivating a few years earlier. For them to truly be of use would take at least five or six years.

While a spiritual root was essential for cultivators, their mindset was even more crucial.

If they couldn't swiftly shift their mentality from before, even if they eventually embarked on the path of cultivation, they would always lag behind.

By then, a new generation of children with spiritual roots would emerge en masse, adapting to better environments.

If they still considered themselves heaven's spoiled children, they'd inevitably be left behind.

In this age of technology, low-level demonic beasts could be dealt with using conventional means, not necessarily requiring cultivators. Slightly stronger ones could be handled too, but at a substantial cost.

It wasn't that they were indispensable.

Song Jixing scanned the children in the courtyard - only a few remained composed.

There was no need for her in the subsequent activities; it would be better left to her fellow sect members.

The Qingyun Sect members wouldn't console the children, nor would they even attempt to do so. In their view, if a child cried endlessly during the spiritual root test or wanted to flee, they wouldn't be accepted into their cultivation sects.

As with all things, there were exceptions, and their presence here was one such exception.

Of course, the task of comforting the children would be left to their professional reception staff.

Regarding the matter of mindset, Shen Feixian had informed the reception staff that those wishing to return home could be allowed to do so, to live as ordinary people. After all, cultivation was an arduous and diligent undertaking, even more grueling than studying, and simply imparting knowledge would be futile.