The reporting disciple's words were like a silent sledgehammer, crashing down hard upon the Dao hearts of every one of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
Pre-examination Tutoring Manual?
Those six words seemed to possess an inconceivable magic, leaving these Grand Unity Golden Immortals, who had endured countless tribulations and possessed hearts as steadfast as stone, collectively stunned.
Guangchengzi sat at the head of the hall. Beneath his right palm, the armrest of the cloud bed, carved from an entire piece of Chaos Divine Jade, silently crumbled into fine powder.
He felt that his primordial spirit, along with the Chan Sect's dignity, was crumbling away with that powder.
"Absurd!"
Chi Jingzi shot to his feet, his face flushed red.
"This is utterly absurd! A group of mere mortals dare place the Heavenly Tribulation on the same level as the mortal Imperial Examination? And what do they take our Jade Void Palace for? A private school?!"
His furious roar echoed through the great hall, yet it sounded hollow and powerless.
Because no one echoed him.
Everyone's eyes remained fixed on the Water Mirror.
Within the mirror, the nine "Registration Channels" formed by the formation outside Golden Ao Island were operating in perfect order. Billions of independent cultivators were divided apart by invisible forces and obediently waited within separate Cloud Platform spaces.
There was no fighting, no clamor.
Only cold commands issued from the mouths of Interception Sect disciples, directing this terrifying tide of people, enough to overturn the Three Realms, through a ritual they could not comprehend at all.
"Next. Number 3,721 of the Geng division, step forward to register."
"Name, Daoist title, origins."
"Registration fee: ten Low-grade Spirit Stones. Pay over here."
What kind of immortal sacred ground was this?
This was clearly a... government office in the mortal world, one so