mtl008 Chapter 1878
Chapter 1878
As the man in the green robe finished speaking, he gently brushed his fingertips towards the mountains behind him.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a wisp of pale blue spiritual energy drifted from his sleeve and landed on the outline of the distant mountains—
The next second, the originally undulating peaks began to sway like water, and the surface rocks and trees disappeared like phantoms, revealing the crisscrossing array patterns underneath.
The array patterns gleamed with ancient golden light, spreading along the mountain's contours and weaving the entire mountain range into a massive innate array diagram. The spiritual light at the array's core flickered, even causing subtle ripples in the air.
"call--"
The mountain wind suddenly shifted, and the clouds that had been swirling around the mountaintop fell like a tide, surging towards the ground along the patterns of the array.
As the clouds and mist dispersed, a series of deep corridors gradually emerged on the horizon—ninety-nine in total, each paved with black stone, the surface gleaming with a cold, hard light. The stone walls on both sides of the corridors were carved with ferocious animal patterns, and their ends were hidden in the mist, their depths indistinct, only the oppressive atmosphere emanating from within could be vaguely felt.
The moment the corridor appeared, a clear sword cry rang out from the sky. Nearly a hundred streaks of azure light swept out from behind the clouds, initially just tiny black dots, but as they drew closer, the sword cry grew louder and louder, leaving faint streaks of light as they pierced the air.
As they flew closer, they could see clearly that each streak of blue light carried a young man and woman dressed in robes embroidered with double leaves. They stood tall and straight, their robes fluttering as they flew on their swords, their spiritual energy condensed and undissipated. Some stood with their swords on their backs, while others made hand seals with their fingertips. Their brows carried the unique arrogance of core disciples. When they landed, they stood neatly on both sides of the corridor entrance, their movements uniform and their aura astonishing.
"These are the core disciples who have advanced in the past five hundred years of my Heartless Holy Land." The man in the green robe swept his gaze over the crowd below, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "Each of the ninety-nine corridors is guarded by three core disciples. Now, I will ask again—is there anyone willing to accept the personal disciple assessment?"
The three of them took a step forward, looking down at the cultivators below.
The trefoil patterns on their robes gleamed under the starlight. Though the disdain in their eyes was not obvious, it was like fine needles that pricked many cultivators, causing them to lower their heads. Only four people had succeeded in the personal disciple assessment in a thousand years, and ordinary Void Realm cultivators did not even have the courage to try.
"Hehe, now that I've come to become your disciple, I naturally want to try my luck at becoming your personal disciple."
A gentle voice rang out, and a young man dressed in white slowly stepped out from the crowd. He had a handsome face, his white robes were embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, and he held a jade talisman between his fingers. His posture was as upright as a pine tree. He was Bai Lingfei of the White Dragon Clan.
He cupped his hands in greeting to the man in the blue robe, his tone calm yet arrogant: "Bai Lingfei of the White Dragon Clan is willing to give it a try."
"The Shang clan values jade, and they are willing to give it a try."
The girl in the green dress followed closely behind, and as the hem of her skirt swept across the bluestone, the lily of the valley pattern on it trembled gently.
Her eyebrows curved, her smile was sweet, but there was a hint of determination in her eyes. When she bowed to the man in the green robe, her spiritual energy circulated slightly, indicating that she had come prepared.
"Good!" The man in the green robe clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes showing more approval as he looked at the two of them. "This year, two of you dared to try the personal instruction assessment. I look forward to your performance."
Just as he was about to announce the selection of the candidates for the personal disciple assessment, a soft yet clear voice rang out: "The rogue cultivator Qiu Zixian also wishes to experience the methods of a personal disciple of the Holy Land."
Qiu Zixian took a step forward, her purple veil brushing the ground, her purple hair cascading over her shoulders, her exquisite face showing no fear. As her words fell, a collective gasp echoed across the mountaintop—
"A rogue cultivator?! She's actually a rogue cultivator?"
"He can subdue a late-stage Void Reversal Realm cultivator with a flick of his finger, and he even dares to challenge a personal disciple... How could such a rogue cultivator come to the Heartless Holy Land?"
"I used to think her methods were wicked, but now it seems she really has the confidence!"
Yu'er, Xin'er, and the others watched Qiu Zixian's retreating figure with envy in their eyes—this was the confidence that strength brought, allowing them to remain calm and composed even when facing a disciple of a sacred land.