By the time one reached a universe that had attained three thousand Dao-Proofs, even the grand array of the smallest sects recognized tokens. Without one, trying to enter an immortal territory would at best result in a mirage—visible, yet untouchable.
If one's luck was bad, such as when entering a demonic sect with murderous intent running deep, barging in could get one blasted by the grand array and reduced to a puddle of bloody mist.
The Qingle Academy belonged to the mirage type. It looked as though there was nothing there, but those carrying a token could enter and leave freely.
As for the Heaven's Will Academy before us, it belonged to an intermediate type. Precisely because it possessed the strength to fear no challenge, it had no shortage of outsiders causing trouble. Not to mention that we had now barged through its mountain gate—it was like rubbing a tiger's rump. Did they really think the academy wouldn't lose its temper?
After we broke through the grand array, dozens of students and mentors floated around us, taking us as the center.
"What do you mean by this? Why have you forced your way into our sect?!"
"How did the Heaven's Will Array fail to stop them? Quickly notify Immortal Zhixing of the Punishment and Law Academy!"
"My god, could this be a demonic sect attacking the mountain?"
Everyone was talking over one another, but I didn't care in the slightest. I seemed to have long since grown used to standing beneath the spotlight. Qin Yun was left staring at me in dumbfounded astonishment, inwardly crying out that my skin was indeed thick enough, and that I acted with utterly reckless abandon.
I gave a cheeky laugh and called out, "Have your academy master... no, bring out the Son of Transforming