Okay so let me get this straight — we're in chapter 20-something and already five of the twelve chosen disciples are dead? And that's before the actual boss fight even starts? The pacing on this thing is absolutely ruthless and I am here for every second of it.
The stakes escalate in layers. First layer: the Divine Mirror activates at Inferno difficulty, which hasn't happened in over a hundred years. The Elders are panicking. The Grand Preceptor has to be summoned. You immediately know this isn't a normal test.
Second layer: the beasts start at Foundation Establishment and the disciples are split across power levels, with five not even reaching Foundation Establishment yet. So right away you're watching a death sentence for the weaker kids.
Third layer: the Grand Preceptor ends the test early because two more disciples have already died, but then — plot twist — the remaining nine still can't pluck the Sacred Fruit because it requires Core Formation realm power to even move. So the test wasn't over, it was just paused.
Fourth layer: the beast tide arrives. Core Formation realm. At the exact moment everyone thought they were safe.
"A Sacred Fruit in Inferno difficulty was not easy to pluck, and of course the fortune within was even greater." — this line is doing so much work. The author is basically saying: the harder the trial, the bigger the reward, and right now those twelve disciples are standing at the intersection of maximum danger and maximum opportunity.
What I love is how the author never lets you breathe. Just when you think the Grand Preceptor's intervention is a happy ending, another disciple dies. Just when they reach the Divine Tree, they can't grab the fruit. Just when they think they've solved the puzzle, a beast tide appears. The tension doesn't drop — it compresses. Every scene is tighter than the last and I genuinely cannot look away.