But only by passing through the Immortal Gate could one enter the Taixuan Sect and choose one of the One Hundred and Eight Main Peaks. As long as one passed that peak's assessment, one could become its disciple.
He watched as people were continually thrown back by the Immortal Gate, unable to enter.
Fewer than one in ten were fortunate enough to make it through this trial.
But even making it through only meant passing the first trial. Ultimately, only a tiny number could pass the individual peaks' assessments and truly remain.
Having changed his appearance to look utterly unremarkable, Taiyi let specks of divine power rise from his Bitter Sea and smoothly passed the Immortal Gate's test.
After making some inquiries, he headed straight for Clumsy Peak under the disciples' peculiar gazes-the most inconspicuous peak, or perhaps the most conspicuous.
Clumsy Peak lived up to its name. It had no magnificent scenery, no imposing grandeur, no exquisite immortal roots, nothing extraordinary at all.
It was ordinary, almost desolate, like a stretch of wilderness: withered vines, old trees, dusk crows, and a blood-red sun sinking in the west. Everything was steeped in decay, nothing like an immortal sect's main peak.
Clumsy Peak was covered in broken walls, endless rubble, rampant weeds, and thorns. Even the mountain path was gone.
"Young friend, do you truly wish to join my Clumsy Peak?"
An ordinary-looking, gaunt old man asked in surprise.
His name was Li Ruoyu, and he was currently Clumsy Peak's sole disciple. Strictly speaking, although he had never been formally appointed peak master, he was effectively the person truly in charge of this main peak.
"Of course..." Taiyi nodded and bowed, saying earnestly, "I heard Clumsy Peak has an inheritance of the Nine Secrets. That is what I seek. Please grant