True Martial Sacred Sect was especially lively today.
It was the season when the sect opened its gates wide to recruit new disciples.
The foot of the mountain was a sea of people, with clamor tangled into a chaotic din.
Because Xu Zimo bore the Heavenly Mandate, True Martial Sacred Sect was considered the most renowned force of this era.
Countless people fought until their heads bled just for a chance to enter.
The line stretched from the sect gates all the way down the mountain, like a winding dragon.
"Have you heard? True Martial Sacred Sect's standards for accepting disciples are extremely high—the highest among all sects."
A young man spoke up amid the discussion.
"Of course. True Martial Sacred Sect is the number one force on the continent. How could standards that weren't high be worthy of them?"
"I think you should all stop wasting your time. You'll definitely be eliminated."
"Who eliminates whom is still uncertain. Don't look down on people."
"That's right. Back in Tianyang City, I was a figure of considerable renown too."
The youths chattered away.
Every one of them brimmed with youthful vigor, like the season itself—spring winds were just right, and the sunlight was gentle.
Xu Zimo walked up the steps before the gates of True Martial Sacred Sect.
He enjoyed this feeling very much. Only amid the clamor of the mundane world could he feel that he was part of this world.
Rather than a Great Emperor standing high above all else.
One who sought the Dao had to first enter the Dao before transcending it.
If one did not enter the Dao, how could one speak of transcending the Great Dao?
When he reached halfway up the mountain path, Xu Zimo noticed what seemed to be a dispute ahead.