Yan Chihuo formed several more hand seals. Seeing that the flames spewed by the dragon head could be controlled, he had it withdraw its fire, then entered the third bamboo hut.
The walls of this third bamboo hut were covered in countless Restrictions. Yan Chihuo recognized at a glance that they were a type of defensive Restriction. Looking around the hut again, he discovered many exceedingly sturdy Puppets within.
Yan Chihuo immediately understood. This was a place for testing one's divine abilities after completing cultivation.
He toured all the bamboo huts before returning to the first one and sitting cross-legged on the bed to cultivate. With the Cold Cloud Incense and the bed aiding him, Yan Chihuo found his cultivation proceeding as smoothly as a fish in water. Delighted, he thought, No wonder the members of the True Spirit Families scramble to enter Spirit Island and become Heavenly Wind Cultivators.
The next day, Yan Chihuo was cultivating when a streak of white light flew in. He caught it and found it was a Flying Sword message. At that moment, a stern voice sounded by his ear. "Come quickly to the hall where you registered yesterday."
Knowing that the Heavenly Wind Cultivators were being summoned, Yan Chihuo flew out from the courtyard and arrived at the registration hall from the previous day. At the center of the hall stood sixty-four chairs arranged in an eight-by-eight formation. More than a dozen mid- to late-Tribulation Stage cultivators sat in them, presumably all Heavenly Wind Cultivators. Before these cultivators sat three elderly Origin Core Stage cultivators.
Yan Chihuo found a chair in the hall and sat down. More Heavenly Wind Cultivators entered afterward, and before long, all sixty-four chairs were occupied.
One elderly man with a sallow face said, "Everyone is here. Let me