The special-effects extravaganza was far from over.
A rain of light fell.
Twin suns blazed in the sky.
Divine silhouettes stood between heaven and earth.
Without exception, every one of them radiated terrifying pressure.
Not one was at the sixth awakening.
They were all at least at the seventh awakening.
Or rather, those graduates still stuck at the sixth awakening had long since sheepishly climbed over the wall, giving the students no chance to spot them at all.
Finally, a pure white spear descended from midair.
The next second, a woman appeared out of thin air atop its shaft, her hands behind her back, exuding a sharp aura.
Though her special effects were less dazzling than those of the previous arrivals, the aura emanating from her very bones made anyone who so much as glanced at her feel cold all over, their blood freezing.
"Senior, I remember you used to keep a pretty low profile."
"How come you've started working on entrance effects too?"
A teasing voice rang out in the void.
The woman raised her head, looking toward a spot in the void, and said flatly, "School requirement."
She spoke little, and her words were concise.
"It's been years..."
"You're as impressive as ever, Senior Bai..."
The voice sounded wistful. Then a figure appeared high in the sky, with long, snow-white hair, dressed in a pure white, old-fashioned long gown, a sword strapped to his back. With every step he took, the ring of a sword echoed between heaven and earth.
His chiseled face and the scar on his cheek somehow accentuated his carefree air.
Looking at him, the woman frowned slightly. "Zhao Zicheng, I remember your awakening object was a sandbag."
The elegance Zhao Zicheng had worked so hard to cultivate instantly crumbled.
The atmosphere was completely ruined.