The journey here had been long enough. Along the way, he had passed through one country and region after another, encountered race after race, met people of every sort, and experienced all kinds of events. It could be called a precious journey, and arriving at the Otherworld Ten Academies also brought a sense of accomplishment.
For the time being, Zhao Fu settled the group down. He could no longer continue traveling with them, and it was best not to expose either side's identities, because this was the Otherworld Ten Academies, a place where countless prodigies from the Otherworld Region gathered.
There were figures here with terrifyingly exalted statuses, such as imperial sons. Zhao Fu would inevitably offend some people while taking part in the Otherworld Ten Academies' assessment, so for safety's sake, he temporarily cut off contact with them and headed to the Otherworld Ten Academies alone.
Of course, before setting out, Zhao Fu began gathering information on the Otherworld Ten Academies' assessment so that he could prepare himself.
At this moment, an ocean of people had already gathered before the gates of the Otherworld Ten Academies, their voices boiling over as countless people waited tensely and excitedly outside.
As one of the Apocalypse World's seven great academies, the Otherworld Ten Academies held a position of immense importance. Ordinary geniuses could squeeze until their heads bled and still fail to enter, but once they did, their status would undergo an earth-shaking transformation.
First, their strength would be recognized, and their families would value them even more, perhaps even devote all their resources to nurturing them. Their status would earn the admiration of countless people, and entering the Otherworld Ten Academies itself was a tremendous opportunity.
Because the Otherworld Ten Academies were so important, countless people had prepared for who knew