In the time that followed.
Countless young cultivators took part in the Chaos Sacred Sect's disciple recruitment trials.
Some had extraordinary talent, some possessed formidable strength, and some had unyielding minds.
Yet only a very few managed to pass all three trials.
The Chaos Sacred Sect's standards for accepting disciples were extremely strict.
They would rather have too few than lower their standards, recruiting only true geniuses.
Within a month, fewer than ten thousand young cultivators passed the trials and became disciples of the Chaos Sacred Sect.
They became the Chaos Sacred Sect's fresh blood, injecting new vitality into it.
Yang Lingtian left all the miscellaneous affairs to the elders.
Several months later, at the ancestral land of the Chaos Sacred Sect.
Palaces stood row upon row, scattered in an orderly fashion.
Spiritual energy hung thickly in the air like mist and haze, winding between the mountain peaks and nourishing the living beings on this land.
After several months of reconstruction, the Chaos Sacred Sect had taken on an entirely new look, restoring the glory it had possessed a hundred thousand years ago.
The sect's protective grand formation was like an indestructible barrier, guarding this pure land.
This was an array Yang Lingtian had personally set up, and its power was strong enough to withstand attacks from Saint God Realm experts.
Within the sect, the disciples either cultivated, sparred, or exchanged insights. The entire place was thriving.
They were the future of the Chaos Sacred Sect, its hope of rising again.
After its battle with the Overlord Ning Sect, the Chaos Sacred Sect's prestige had spread throughout the Azure Domain.
Countless forces were shaken and astonished by it.
They had no choice but to reassess this ancient yet young sect.
In the Azure Domain, the Chaos Sacred Sect was no