Sacred Son Assessment

Having survived the Three-Nine Tribulation, the remaining Tribulation of Inner Heart Demon Tribulation could not stop the Luochuan River Dragon King either. After all, with Yang Tianyou as his master, if the Luochuan River Dragon King was in trouble, he could intervene directly. With the Jade Register Heavenly Book covering his tracks, the Will of Heaven and Earth could not detect him in the slightest.

During the process of overcoming the Heart Demon Tribulation, the scenes from hundreds of years ago caused the Luochuan River Dragon King great pain, and he almost succumbed to it several times. Yang Tianyou also wanted to intervene several times.

However, perhaps driven by his obsession with revenge, the Luochuan River Dragon King managed to overcome the obstacles through sheer willpower, breaking free from the shackles of his Heart Demons and reaching the Spirit Transformation Realm.

"Eastern Sea, I will return!" the golden dragon roared, its voice filled with immense resentment.

He's not stupid; after all these years, he can certainly guess that he's been set up.

The pain of Dragon-Slaying Platform, the contempt of his clansmen, Long Jue's seemingly well-intentioned but actually mocking behavior, and his fiancée's betrayal all fueled the Luochuan River Dragon King's rage.

A few strands of Pale Azure Qi of Creation flowed down.

A thousand threads make a single strand. When breaking through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, a cultivator can generally obtain a maximum of nine complete strands of Qi of Creation.

Of course, such cultivators are extremely rare, equivalent to Nine-Pattern Purple Golden Core at the Golden Core Realm; it's unknown how many years it might take for one to appear.

In fact, the amount of Qi of Creation obtained when breaking through to a higher realm can be used to judge the genius level of a living being.

Nine strands represent the pinnacle of talent; seven strands or more are equivalent to superior talent.

Four to six strands are equivalent to a mid-grade talent.

Going further down, it's equivalent to a low-grade talent.

This is Heaven and Earth's certification, so it's unlikely to be wrong. Of course, exceptions exist for unreasonable cultivators like Yang Tianjiu. There aren't many in the entire Three Realms who can bribe the Heavenly Dao.

The Luochuan River Dragon King obtained a little more than five strands of Qi of Creation, which is a mid-grade talent. He is already quite strong, even better than the Grand Elder who had a little more than four strands.

True Person Beigong was far inferior; he only received two wisps of Qi of Creation as a reward when he broke through, which was not considered top-tier among low-grade talents.

Therefore, despite having just broken through, the Luochuan River Dragon King's combat power is not much weaker than that of True Person Beigong.

It's worth noting that this talent level classification only applies to talents within the same tier.

Some cultivators achieve great things late in life, or obtain great fortuitous opportunities, and it is entirely possible that they will gain recognition for their superior talent during subsequent breakthroughs in major realms.

The world is never static. Some people can remain geniuses forever, while others lack the strength to continue. Some people may not be good at it at first, but they have great potential later on.

It is precisely this unpredictable world that makes the Cultivation World so colorful.

Having absorbed the Qi of Creation, the Luochuan River Dragon King concealed his true form, transforming into a middle-aged man. He flew to Yang Tianyou's side and respectfully bowed, "Thank you for Dharma Protector, Master!"

Yang Tianyou smiled and waved his hand, asking, "How are you feeling now? Do you need time to recover?"

"It only takes half a month to consolidate your cultivation!" the Luochuan River Dragon King replied respectfully.

"Alright, I'll give you half a month. After you've settled things with the Luochuan River Flood Dragon Clan, come with me to the Chaotic Sea!"

"Yes, sir..."

Half a month later, the Yang Household's inter-domain Flying Boat rose slowly over Purple Moon City. With a slight tremor, surrounded by gusts of wind, the ship transformed into a streak of azure light and flew West.

In the Four Symbols Secret Realm, the Guardian Deity General's brow twitched slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips. "You've finally arrived!"

A spatial vortex appeared, and Yang Tianyou stepped out, facing the familiar Guardian Deity General.

He bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Divine General. This disciple has broken through to the Nascent Soul Nascent Soul and has come here for the formal Saint Son assessment!"

The Guardian Deity General nodded slightly and smiled, "Come with me to the Four Symbols Tower!"

The two walked one after the other, and soon the Yun Tian Four Symbols Tower came into view.

As Yang Tianyou's cultivation level improved, he was able to perceive more and more things, and they became clearer and clearer.

At this moment, facing this towering pagoda, Yang Tianyou could feel the terrifying power contained within the Four Symbols Tower. It was at least a mid- Sixth Tier, Mid Grade Saint Treasure, wasn't it?

If Guardian Deity General wield this tower, even Mid Sage Manifestation cultivator might be able to put up a fight.

"What, are you envious?" the Guardian Deity General joked.

Yang Tianyou nodded without hesitation. Who wouldn't be envious of such a treasure?

"Being envious is useless. Even if you become the White Tiger Lineage Master, the Four Symbols Tower cannot be touched. It is the foundation left for the future Four Symbols Sect."

"Alright!" Yang Tianyou said helplessly, but didn't say anything.

This is perfectly reasonable. Even if the Yang Household participates in the reconstruction of the Four Symbols Sect, they certainly won't put the entire clan on the line; at most, they'll contribute a portion of their people and resources.

Therefore, the Guardian Deity General, or rather the Four Lineage Masters from eight thousand years ago, would naturally try to leave some foundation for the Four Symbols Sect, so that it wouldn't be completely inherited by others.

"Go in. Once you pass the test, you'll understand even more!" the Guardian Deity General said calmly.

Yang Tianyou nodded and then stepped into the Four Symbols Tower.

Light and shadow flickered, and a space a hundred feet wide appeared before us, containing four bronze gates.

"Once you pass through the four gates, you will become a formal Saint Son and inherit 30% of the resources left by the White Tiger Lineage." The words of the Guardian Deity General gave Yang Tianyou great motivation.

Thirty percent of the White Tiger Lineage's resources—what an enormous amount of resources that is!

If they could obtain it, their Lineage's foundation would be considered quite formidable, even among Province-Level Powers.

"Come on, let me see what this Sacred Son Assessment is all about." Yang Tianyou raised his eyebrows, his aura suddenly changed, and his Blade Force strike soared into the sky.

Arriving at the leftmost door, he slowly pushed Portal open and went inside.

The wind and sand were blowing, the sun was shining brightly, and there was not a single living creature or a speck of green except for myself.

Thirst, hunger, irritability, madness, despair... a flood of emotions overwhelmed me, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face...

Here, all the senses of body and soul seem to be magnified countless times, especially negative emotions.

"A test of perseverance? It's similar to the Four Symbols Nine Trials..." Yang Tianyou muttered to himself, recalling the dark space he encountered when he participated in the Four Symbols Nine Trials test.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

As he walked forward step by step, Yang Tianyou seemed to have transformed into an ascetic monk.

Her clothes slowly fell apart, her hair went from neat to fluffy and messy, her skin gradually Withered Yellow, and wrinkles appeared...

"Am I going to die?" Yang Tianyou whispered to himself.

The feeling of death was so real; weakness and dizziness surged from all parts of his body, eventually overwhelming his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, the clear, Blade Cry rang out in every corner of the desert.

A hand emerged from beneath the yellow sand, followed by a resolute face that seemed determined never to yield or admit defeat.

Bang!!

The illusion shattered, Yang Tianyou snapped out of his daze, finding himself still in front of the bronze door, having not actually gone inside.

"First test passed!"