Old Wounds

Lu Zhen raced down the passage.

When he reached his destination, the surrounding space twisted and pulled him into the Fallen Sky Dojo.

Lu Zhen had only just steadied himself.

Hum—

At the center of the platform, the floating diamond-shaped crystal suddenly lit up.

A translucent pillar of light enveloped Lu Zhen.

"Bone age: thirty-two."

"Cultivation: Late Converging Stream Realm. Three hundred and eighty Star Vortexes within the body; Inner Landscape formed of its own accord; foundation deep and solid. Rating: upper-middle."

"Laws: Light Law at the Third Realm, Law Domain; Thunder Law in the initial stage of integration. Rating: lower-upper!"

"Bloodline: Acupoint Star Transformation, Flawless Body. No legacy of Ancient Gods or demons detected, yet a path of its own has emerged. Rating: lower-upper."

"Comprehension rating: lower-upper!"

Lu Zhen looked at the ratings, and a smile tugged at his lips.

"The change really is enormous."

He still remembered what his ratings had been when he first stumbled into the Fallen Sky Dojo over a year ago.

Bloodline: ordinary. Lower-lower.

Aptitude: reshaped after birth. Middle-lower.

Comprehension: no sign of clarity. Lower-lower.

Overall potential: lower-middle!

The leap he had made since then was nothing short of shedding his skin and remaking his bones.

Hum—

A translucent figure slowly drifted out into the air.

It was the formation spirit, Xuanyang.

He had sensed Lu Zhen's arrival long ago.

How long has it been for this brat? A little over a year, at most. Displeasure had been written across Xuanyang's aged face.

He had intended to appear and give this brat, who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth, a thorough scolding.

The Direct Disciple trial?

That was a deadly hurdle of unimaginable difficulty!

Back in the day, beneath his master's command, the age had blazed