Just as Chen Qing was lost in thought, the Tianbao Tower selection finally drew to a close.
As the last batch of disciples were teleported out, some exhilarated and some dejected, the rankings on the Tianbao Tablet completely froze. One hundred names shone brilliantly, representing the final results of this selection.
From the high platform, Elder Deng Ziheng swept his gaze over the crowd below, whose expressions varied greatly. Then he slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying clearly across the entire plaza:
"The selection of outstanding talents from the hundred sects of Xuwang Mountain has now concluded successfully."
"The hundred names on the Tianbao Tablet are those who have earned the qualification to enter Xuwang Mountain for cultivation. Congratulations to you all. Your talent, temperament, and perseverance have been proven. Once you enter Xuwang Mountain, may you cultivate diligently without cease, achieve success at an early date, and live up neither to your sect's nurturing nor to the expectations of the sects behind you."
"Those who did not make the list need not be discouraged either. The path of martial arts is long and far-reaching; momentary gains and losses do not determine a hero. The Tianbao Supreme Sect welcomes worthy talents far and wide, and opportunities will remain in the future. This experience, too, has been valuable tempering for you. May you clearly recognize yourselves and forge ahead through hardship."
His words were impartial and calm. He affirmed the victors while soothing those who had failed to qualify, fully displaying the bearing of a great sect.
At once, the plaza presented a scene of ice and fire existing side by side.
The hundred selected candidates and their respective sects were naturally overjoyed and wildly excited.
Especially those sects whose disciples from smaller schools had been selected—their elders could barely