Strength and peerless talent alone carry no real weight.
What truly carries weight is when countless prodigies your own age admire you, when merely hearing your name fills them with fear. That was true weight—the mark of a true prodigy.
A name alone was enough to overpower the masses.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, thunderous blasts erupted behind the crowd, drawing countless gazes as everyone turned to look.
The secret realm before them had finally taken shape. A vortex-shaped black hole slowly revolved in silence before their eyes.
Everyone knew that vortex was most likely the entrance to the secret realm. Yet knowing that was one thing; at this moment, no one was willing to enter first. They all remained where they stood, watching one another.
The previous secret realms had already been explored by the major peak factions. At the very least, there had been no danger at their entrances.
But this time, no one knew what kind of secret realm this was, so no one dared to be the first to enter.
No one knew what awaited on the other side of that entrance.
Everyone present was clever enough to understand what the others were thinking. Thus, they stood there with the composure of old gods, eyes on their noses, noses on their mouths, mouths on their hearts, all waiting for someone to take the lead.
"Looks like no one likes going in first. In that case, why not grab someone and throw them in?"
Seeing this, San Zang spoke gently.
"Fellow Daoist San Zang is right. Grab someone and have them scout the way."
"That is only proper."
The few people nearby all spoke up.
Their voices were loud, without the slightest attempt at concealment.
Once those words fell, the surrounding prodigies all tensed, looking around anxiously and