After the assessment ended, the names of those who had passed soon lit up across the screens throughout Tianjun City.
When they entered the first round of the assessment, there had been over a thousand martial artists.
But fewer than a hundred had passed—only seventy-six.
Some, eager to show off even more, had kept hunting down others and seizing their points without letup, even after they had already earned enough to pass.
As a result, fewer than one in ten martial artists had made it through the first round.
The most unfairly eliminated of them all was Zhao Changkong, from Eastern Xuan Province.
With his King-level cultivation, passing should have been a certainty. But Monk Jile had sent him packing early, so it was only natural that he was full of resentment.
After being eliminated, Zhao Changkong hurriedly left Tianjun City and returned dejectedly to Eastern Xuan Province, where he began cultivating in earnest.
At the same time, the seventy-six martial artists who had passed the first round were summoned to a plaza, where the second round began at once.
The second round was simple: there was a door.
Anyone who passed through it would pass the assessment.
The Chief Eunuch, who was overseeing the assessment, offered no explanation about the door standing in the center of the plaza.
Soon, everyone lined up in the plaza and went through the door one by one, in order.
The door was built entirely from a material Lu Yang didn't recognize, and ancient totems were engraved across it.
The first martial artist in line walked through with ease.
The second and third did the same.
The first three to pass weren't highly cultivated. One of them had only reached the ninth level of the Great Grandmaster Realm.
So at first, the many candidates