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Ascension Tournament, Venue Geng-72.
On the elevated platform, a deacon clad in the robes of the Myriad Star Immortal Sect stood with his hands behind his back.
"The rules for the first round of aptitude verification are as follows: all participants shall step forward in turn and touch the Dao-Testing Stone with their palms."
"This stone can test one's innate constitution, assess talent, and determine its grade."
"If the Dao-Testing Stone shines white, it indicates an ordinary-grade constitution; green indicates a spirit-grade constitution; blue indicates a mystic-grade constitution; purple indicates an earth-grade constitution; and red indicates a heaven-grade constitution—the peerless talent found only once in ten thousand."
"Only those with mystic-grade constitutions or above may pass this round and proceed to the next assessment. The verification now begins. Those whose names are called, step forward in order."
As soon as the deacon finished speaking, the recording Disciple at his side began calling out names.
The participating cultivators formed a long line as well, stepping forward one after another to press their palms against the Dao-Testing Stone.
"Zhang Tao!"
"Ordinary-grade constitution. Unqualified. Leave!"
"Li Mo!"
"Spirit-grade constitution. Unqualified. Leave!"
"Jian Xiangjun!"
"Spirit-grade constitution. Unqualified. Leave!"
Six cultivators stepped forward in succession, but the Dao-Testing Stone only gave off faint white or green glows. The highest was merely spirit-grade.
It was not until the seventh cultivator, dressed in a brocade robe, stepped forward that the Dao-Testing Stone suddenly erupted with a rich blue light the instant his palm landed upon it.
"Zhao Wenxuan! Mystic-grade constitution. Qualified. Join the line!"
The deacon announced loudly. Zhao Wenxuan's face was instantly flooded with wild delight, and he strode to one side of the platform with his head held high and chest puffed out.
He folded his arms, his face brimming with pride, drawing many envious