Even after years of arduous cultivation, an Inner Courtyard genius might never reach the threshold of the Upper Academy in an entire lifetime.
Although Yang Jing had now made his name in a single battle and drawn the attention of many venerable elders, he merely possessed the potential qualifications to enter the Upper Academy. The road to that true heart of the academy remained long and fraught with trials.
The academy had strict rules and clearly defined ranks. It would never grant exceptional admission merely for one spectacular battle or a brief rise to prominence.
To truly earn the recognition of the academy's elders, claim the status of Core Disciple, and cultivate in the Upper Academy that countless Heavenly Prodigies dreamed of, he still had to pass round after round of rigorous assessments.
Combat strength, foundations, character, Secret Realm trials, contests between Heavenly Prodigies-barrier after barrier, threshold after threshold. Every stage eliminated vast numbers of geniuses, and every round of selection was brutally unforgiving.
Only by cutting through every obstacle, crushing his peers, passing all the assessments, and winning the final approval of the academy's senior masters could he ascend to the heavens in a single step, formally enter the Upper Academy, and become a true core Heavenly Prodigy of Pingtian Academy, standing among the finest of his generation on the Martial Path throughout Great Qi.
Glory lay ahead, but he still had to keep his feet firmly on the ground and pave the road with absolute strength.
Two days later.
Inside a sealed cultivation chamber in the Martial Hall, the hazy Spirit Energy slowly settled, and the churning, heated air gradually calmed.
After completing a full circulation of the Heavenly Imperial Scripture, Yang Jing drew the surging secret power throughout his body back into his apertures. The pearly