In the Mountain Valley Secret Realm, Primordial, who was playing chess with the Thunder Dominator, received a message.
The Thunder Dominator looked up. "What? Another one of your prospective disciples passed the selection?"
Primordial nodded slightly. "That's right. Another person has passed."
"Which one is this now?"
"So far, fourteen people have passed the selection."
"Oh! That many already? I remember you released thirty-two Dominator Imperial Seals."
"Yes. Of the thirty-two Dominator Imperial Seals, fourteen have passed so far, eight have died, and ten have yet to complete their missions."
"How many people are you taking in this test?"
"Half!"
The Thunder Dominator froze. "Half of them pass? That means sixteen people. Fourteen have already passed, so there are only two slots left."
Primordial nodded. "That's right. Only two slots remain. Once the final two emerge, regardless of whether the remaining people complete their missions, they will no longer be qualified to become my disciples. This has always been my rule for taking disciples over the years. You should know that."
The Thunder Dominator laughed. "Of course I know. Ever since I was just a lowly Divine Sense Realm cultivator, you've always been like this—casting a wide net, sowing many seeds, then quietly waiting for harvest. But unfortunately, you've taken in disciples nearly hundreds of times, yet only a few have truly amounted to anything. As for someone capable of inheriting your legacy, perhaps there hasn't been even one."
Primordial gently stroked his beard. "There will be."
The Thunder Dominator's eyes shifted. "I think the final two slots shouldn't be decided so easily. You should change the method."
"What method?"
"It's simple. You can announce the locations of the final contenders and let them undergo natural selection, where the strong survive and the weak are eliminated. That way, the final