Over the past half hour, people had arrived one after another.
By the time the last group had taken their places, the assessment was finally due to begin.
On the high platform.
Gu Changkong looked to the side and smiled. "Cousin Tianci, it's time. Why don't you announce the start of the assessment?"
"You can arrange it yourselves."
Sima Tianci lazily waved a hand. "I cast a divination this morning. It said it was the Day of the Snake and Heavenly Foot, suitable for resting. But that old man at home insisted on dragging me here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he yawned and closed his eyes, slipping directly into a light doze. It was as though everything here had nothing to do with him.
Seeing this, the other four could only reveal wry smiles.
Almost everyone present knew Sima Tianci's name. He was the most monstrous talent of the Sima Family's generation, possessing an SS-grade "Daoist Heir" talent. He was truly favored by heaven, and his believers cultivated at an astonishing pace.
What was even more outrageous was that, as the Sima Family's future, his daily routine was exceptionally regular. Eating, sleeping, meditating—he never put in even a fraction more effort than necessary.
Yet even so, he had easily broken through to the Divinity Realm during his third year.
Comparisons really did drive people mad.
"Brother Gu, you should do it," Qin Lie said.
Gu Changkong nodded and did not refuse.
He stepped forward, swept his gaze over the crowd below, and said crisply, "Since everyone is here, the annual Prodigy God-Sealing Battle—officially begins. All participants, step onto the platform and take your positions. Anyone who lasts one hour will receive a reward."
As his voice fell, the entire space trembled faintly.
At the center of this independent