"Shut up."
Suddenly, an incomparably authoritative voice descended from above.
Within Tongtian Pavilion, a young man in a green robe sat cross-legged atop a tall tower. His eyes were closed, his divine sense enveloping the entire stairway.
Everything happening on the stairway lay within the reach of his divine sense.
Tongtian Pavilion overawed the entire Northern Region; no one dared fear it not. At first, he had paid no attention, but now, someone actually dared to defy Tongtian Pavilion's orders.
"Only those in the Immortal Realm and under a thousand years old may enter. This requirement is for your own good, because anyone below the Immortal Realm who sets foot on these stairs will immediately die in an explosion, while this young friend has surpassed the vast majority of you and cleared the trial."
"First, it shows that he is fated with Tongtian Pavilion. Second, his talent has long since surpassed that of most of you."
"Surpassed by a junior at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, and every one of you has flown into a rage from shame? Aren't you embarrassed? I'll give you another half hour. If you cannot clear it, go back where you came from."
Hearing the faintly reprimanding note in that authoritative voice from the sky, the cultivators struggling on the stairway turned green, then white.
Outside, they were all heavenly geniuses, the future pillars of their respective sects.
They held great power in their hands, with countless people coming at their call and leaving at their wave. Yet now, they were being cursed right to their faces—and they could not curse back.
"Hmph. Tongtian Pavilion isn't worth entering."
One cultivator flung his sleeve and marched down the mountain in a fury. Others refused to believe it. From a forest tens of thousands of miles away, one