The Peak Selection Stage buzzed with noise and excitement.
Before the stone platforms of each peak, the new disciples were brimming with enthusiasm, competing to display their abilities in hopes of being chosen by their favored peak lineage. The chief disciples conducted stern assessments or offered gentle guidance, while most Saint Children stood quietly at the rear with composed bearing. Only Chu Qing yawned from time to time, looking thoroughly uninterested.
Mo Lin lounged sideways in the chief disciple's seat of Sacred Source Peak, propping his chin up with one hand as his lazy gaze swept over the noisy scene below.
At first, the hopes and efforts on those young faces had held some novelty for him, but after no more than the time it took to burn an incense stick, he had grown bored.
In the eyes of a Dou Emperor who had once stood at the pinnacle of the continent, a selection of this level and contests of such talent were little more than children at play. They could not stir much interest in him.
"Boring..." he sighed inwardly, shifting his gaze away in utter idleness. Rather than waste time here, he might as well do something more meaningful.
With a thought, the glimmer of Chaos Light deep within his eyes quietly began to flow—Immortal Eye, activated!
Not to observe the scene before him, but... to connect with that unseen spacetime coordinate!
Buzz!
An almost imperceptible spatial ripple quietly spread out from him, only to be perfectly contained within a radius of several feet around his body by an even greater power. No one outside could detect it.
In his perception, the noisy crowd around him and the figures of the Saint Children and chief disciples from every peak rapidly blurred and warped, as though separated by a