After the second trial ended, he gave every participant a reward.
Most received something like Xiao Fan: a cultivation method suited to their current circumstances.
But some, like Yu Ming and Xiao Ming, had their damaged foundations and bodies restored.
Perhaps this tiny reward was all they needed to reach Dao Integration?
"Three hundred and twenty-seven..."
Of the five hundred, only 327 had completed their objectives and defeated their opponents to advance to the third trial. The rest hadn't completed their objectives, but had managed to hold out for quite a while.
Of those 327, the vast majority were disciples of other Immortal Sects, along with disciples from the Sword Sect itself.
"Barely acceptable."
Xu Xing flicked a finger, and a streak of red light shot into the ground.
Rumble!
The entire Secret Realm suddenly began to shake violently.
The chains wrapped around Sword Peak trembled nonstop, clanking and rattling.
"W-what, what's happening?!"
Chi Jiuyu jolted awake and looked down, her eyes widening.
The vast, boundless Secret Realm was turned upside down. The smooth grasslands seemed to be torn apart by countless giant hands using brute force, then squeezed and mashed back together.
Gale-force winds howled, dark red dust filled the sky, and dozens of tornadoes over a hundred meters tall rampaged through the Secret Realm.
Was this the end of the world?
Wait, wasn't this Martial Uncle's Secret Realm?
This Secret Realm was incredibly sturdy!
"I'm reorganizing the Secret Realm. Carry on."
Oh, so that was it.
Chi Jiuyu watched for a little longer before closing her eyes again.
The red mist around her had grown very faint, and it was thinning further with every passing moment.
Before long, the sword lying across her thighs finally swallowed the last wisp of red mist.
With a clear, ringing sword cry,