Several days passed, and the Heaven Mending Pavilion was about to begin its trials to select this year's new disciples.
Outside the Heaven Mending Pavilion's mountain gate, a dense crowd of eighty or ninety thousand people waited.
Before long, a group sped toward them from the distant mountain gate. Some stood on beast bones, while others sat cross-legged on strange stones. All were covered in runes and hovered several yards above the ground. They were important figures of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, and after arriving, they wasted no words before leading the crowd toward the true mountain gate.
Wu Xuantian rose from his boulder and followed the crowd inside.
Along the way, mountain ridges lay like coiled dragons, imposing in their grandeur. Precious medicinal herbs could be seen rooted in cliff faces and rock crevices, yet no one picked them.
By the time they reached the gate, they had passed countless rare spirit herbs. The sight showed just how deep the Heaven Mending Pavilion's reserves ran.
At last, they came to an enormous mountain gate. Two stone mountains stood side by side, forming a natural entrance, majestic and vast beneath a veil of auspicious mist.
"Many people come here every year, but few make it inside. I hope more of you will pass through this gate this year," said an elderly man with the bearing of an immortal. He sat cross-legged on a large bluestone before the gate, looking out at everyone.
He was an expert of the Inscription Realm and an elder of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, yet he was guarding the gate.
Wu Xuantian then saw Shi Qingfeng enter the Heaven Mending Pavilion with a token, while Shi Hao prepared to take the trial before going in.
With a rumble, a giant bird appeared in the distance. Its