(The previous two chapters have been rewritten and revised.)
Outside the mountain gate, the clamor among the crowd gradually subsided. But that did not mean the shock caused by Shi Yi's overwhelming passage through the trial had faded. People no longer exclaimed or marveled; instead, they began spreading word of what they had seen and heard that day.
These beings came from all manner of factions. Before long, the ancient kingdoms, ancient lineages, great powers, and great tribes would learn that an astounding being from the Mystic Domain had passed the trial using nothing but the strength of his flesh and joined the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
When that happened, the younger generation of the Desolate Region would surge toward this place. Wind and clouds would converge, and young prodigies would gather like rolling clouds.
After all, this was the Desolate Region, not the Mystic Domain. If a prodigy from the Mystic Domain were allowed to dominate the Desolate Region and stand alone at the pinnacle, the entire Desolate Region would lose face.
The Heaven Mending Pavilion could hardly concern itself with all that. What they loved most were extraordinary talents blessed with exceptional gifts.
They would certainly spare no effort in nurturing a genius among geniuses like Shi Yi.
Before long, a figure came racing out of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, landing before Shi Yi and the other two in the blink of an eye.
It was an old man with white hair and a white beard. His gaze was keen, and he exuded authority without a trace of anger. A layer of light radiated from his body; he was immensely powerful.
"Senior Brother Xiong, was the voice transmission you just sent really true?" the old man asked the elder guarding the mountain gate, his eyes shining.
At the same