The scorching heat would eventually fade; now was the crisp, refreshing season of autumn.
Two months later, the cold wave sweeping south from the Liang Prefecture wastelands finally brought hints of coolness to Lin'an City.
Autumn was the season of harvest. For ordinary people at the bottom of society, whether they could survive the coming harsh winter depended on whether they could stockpile enough food, firewood, and clothing during autumn.
Thus, autumn was also a watershed in many people's fates.
That was true for ordinary people, and equally true for cultivators.
That day, the Martial Academy training grounds in Lin'an City were, in a rare occurrence, open to the public, drawing the attention of countless people.
It was not the opening of Immortal Green Ox Temple. That had been two months ago—old news by now.
This was the once-every-three-years Immortal Sect Trial.
The so-called Immortal Sect Trial was when the two cultivation sects, Lingxiao Sect and Baiyun Pavilion, came to Lin'an City every three years to select a batch of trial disciples. It was a grand event for young descendants to rise to prominence and alter the course of their fate, drawing attention from every side and even all of Southern Jambudvipa.
Once selected into an immortal sect, one's future would be boundless.
The resources possessed by immortal sects were beyond anything ordinary people could imagine. A single blessed grotto-heaven was enough to make not only commoners but even many great clans drool with envy.
After entering an immortal sect, if one could be formally accepted as a disciple, one would surely become a great figure who stirred the winds and clouds.
Even if one failed to compete for a place as an immortal sect disciple and was sent back midway through, one would still return as a local powerhouse.