"Brother Xu, can everyone who comes here carve their name into the stone?"
Qin Shi rubbed his burning brow and suppressed the disturbance in his Sea of Consciousness.
"Once you've received the baptism of the celestial light from beyond this world, you can leave your name."
Xu Sheng smiled warmly.
Having their names carved alongside the First Generation Ten Prodigies was an honor. What young person wouldn't want to stand shoulder to shoulder with those predecessors who had shone across the starry sea?
When I carve my name later, I'll put it next to He Lanchán's. And I'll write mine better than his!
Qin Shi thought to himself.
He figured Old Liang's idol filter would shatter all over again if he saw it.
The man was a legendary Half-step Martial God, for heaven's sake. How could his handwriting look like a dog had crawled across the page?
"The altar is just ahead. You can go in by yourself."
Xu Sheng stopped outside the ruined temple.
The Void Altar was usually kept sealed. In the past, only the champion of the wilderness trials could enter, carrying a token as proof.
Later, the trials were suspended, and the few remaining slots became a tempting prize that the various factions within the Martial Arts Association fought over.
The Hengzhou Martial Arts Association's decision to revive the wilderness trials was perhaps a way to avoid disputes over how those slots were allocated.
"Here's your token. Keep hold of it. By the way, receiving the celestial light's baptism can be dangerous. This is only the basic level, but you haven't crossed the threshold into the Specialized Domain yet. If Senior Zhang hadn't said that your mortal body had broken through three limits and could hold out until the end, I wouldn't have brought you here."