Sword Pointed at the Inner Sect: Only the Strong Reign Supreme

At the edge of the plaza, cheers still echoed. Qin Yu slowly walked off the stage, his steps heavy. His face was pale, and his robes billowed slightly in the wind, as if the battle had drained his entire being.

He knew in his heart that although the "Mystic Origin Wind-Wielding Art - Wind Blade Slash" had saved him, it had also caused his spiritual energy to be suddenly depleted. The aftereffects of forcibly circulating the energy were burning in his meridians like a raging fire. Qin Yu held his breath and suppressed his surging blood and qi, walked straight to a quiet stone at the edge of the field, and sat down cross-legged.

To outsiders, he simply closed his eyes to rest and slowly inhale the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to recover. But inside his body, another shocking scene was quietly unfolding.

Deep within his consciousness, the mysterious Gray Ring trembled gently, its gray mist spreading like a tide, drawing in the surrounding Spiritual Qi energy. The moment the Spiritual Qi flowed into Qin Yu's body, the Gray Ring, like a vortex, transformed this spiritual power into the purest energy, rapidly injecting it into his dantian and meridians.

While it might take an ordinary cultivator several hours to recover their spiritual energy, Qin Yu, under the operation of the Gray Ring, saw his depleted spiritual pool replenished in just a few breaths. The spiritual energy flowing through his meridians became surging and powerful again, and his battered spiritual foundation gradually repaired itself under the nourishment of the gray light.

At the same time, the Black Bone War Spear emitted a deep hum within Qin Yu's sea of consciousness, resonating with the Gray Ring, as if protecting Qin Yu and adding to his imposing presence during his recovery.

After a short while, Qin Yu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and his eyes regained their clarity. Although it seemed like only a short meditation session, the spiritual energy within his body had almost completely recovered.

He clenched his fist slightly, his gaze sweeping over the still-fighting ring, and thought to himself:

"The power of the Gray Ring is indeed terrifying. But I must not let anyone discover it... Only in this way can I go further in this sect and on this Great Yan Continent."

At this moment, he once again disguised himself as an outer disciple who was simply diligently cultivating, while the real secret remained hidden deep within that unfathomable sea of consciousness.

Qin Yu sat cross-legged in the corner. His breathing was originally rapid and disordered, but in a short while, the spiritual energy he had consumed was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye. A faint gray light surrounded him, like morning mist, appearing and disappearing. With each breath, his spiritual energy was more abundant than that of an ordinary person who had cultivated for several days.

Zhao Xinyu's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she murmured, "No... Senior Brother Qin's spiritual power is recovering too quickly, it's unbelievable." She was shocked, knowing that the Mystic Origin Wind-Wielding Art consumed a great deal of energy, and in theory, even taking pills would not be enough to restore him to such a state in a short time.

Yang Zheng was equally stunned, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. "Yes, even with top-grade spirit stones, such a recovery speed couldn't be achieved. Senior Brother Qin's body... there must be some secret that we can't even imagine."

Zhao Xinyu bit her lip, but ultimately lowered her eyes and said nothing more. She understood that she would never press Qin Yu about things he didn't want to talk about. Only one firm thought remained in her heart—no matter what, they would protect Qin Yu, no matter what secrets he might be hiding.

Yang Zheng clenched his fists tightly, secretly vowing to himself that he would catch up with Qin Yu, or one day be left far behind by this elder brother-like figure.

The battle on the arena continued with thunderous roars, while Zhao Xinyu and Yang Zheng, who were watching, were deeply shocked by Qin Yu's almost bizarre regenerative abilities.

On the arena, the battle continued. With the elder's announcement, a new pair of opponents stepped onto the stage. Both were at the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm, and as their Spiritual Qi clashed, the entire arena seemed to transform into a storm vortex.

One cultivator wielded a long spear, its shaft shimmering with spiritual light, each swing unleashing streaks of silver light that rained down like meteors; another disciple held a long saber, its blade blazing fiercely, its intent like a raging fire, illuminating half the arena in crimson.

Gunfire and blade light clashed, and with a deafening roar, the shockwave from the Spiritual Qi energy exploded from the center of the arena, sweeping outwards and causing the robes of the disciples below to flutter wildly.

"Hah!" The disciple with the knife roared, and the blade's light slashed down as if to cleave the entire arena in two; while the disciple with the spear retreated swiftly, and dozens of light spears suddenly burst forth from the tip of his spear, dense as raindrops, rushing towards him.

The two exchanged blows, their sword and spear auras surging like a tidal wave, sword and blade marks crisscrossing in an instant. The entire arena trembled and roared under the bombardment of spiritual energy, and the stone slabs on the ground shattered continuously.

The disciples below the stage held their breath, their eyes burning with intensity, both shocked by the fierce battle and secretly assessing whether they could handle it if they were on the stage.

After dozens of moves, the spear disciple finally used his Spiritual Sense to pinpoint the sword cultivator's weakness and suddenly pierced through his protective spiritual Spiritual Qi with a single spear thrust, thus deciding the outcome of the battle.

The elder announced loudly, "Ling Feng this battle!"

The light screen on the arena lit up instantly, and Ling Feng's name was engraved on it, making him a finalist.

The atmosphere in the square grew increasingly heated. The fierce battles ignited the hearts of all the disciples, and everyone understood that the opportunity to advance to the inner sect was right before their eyes!

On the plaza, tens of thousands of disciples held their breath, the air still lingering with the aftershocks of the previous thrilling duels. On the arena, the shattered stone slabs still emitted embers of spiritual energy, and sword marks and spear imprints crisscrossed, resembling a magnificent battlefield painting.

The White Cloud Sect's enforcement elder slowly rose to his feet, his voice echoing throughout the entire plaza like a booming bell:

The elimination rounds have concluded! The ten disciples who have advanced to the finals—

Instantly, countless gazes focused on the center of the arena; at that moment, it seemed as if only one voice remained in the world:

"Qin Yu!"

The young man carried the Black Bone War Spear on his back, his aura calm, yet he appeared as unshakable as a solitary peak in the arena.

Zhao Xinyu!

Her eyes were cold and resolute, and the spiritual energy of her soul blades was faintly wrapped around her, exuding a sharp edge amidst her cool demeanor.

"Yang Zheng!"

With a sword strapped to his shoulder and an unyielding fighting spirit burning in his eyes, his indomitable aura sent shivers down the spines of countless outer disciples.

"Han Qing!"

His aura Steady as a Mountain, and he held a long sword in his hand. Every breath he took carried a heavy, mountain-like pressure.

Mo Xuan!

His black robes fluttered in the wind, and his aura was cold and eerie, like a lone wolf standing in the night.

"Ling Feng!"

His posture was upright, his eyes were like lightning, and the gun in his hand seemed to be about to shoot out at any moment.

"Ji Biling!"

Clad in flowing white robes, her swordplay as smooth as water, her eyes clear yet sharp, she gave off a gentle yet deadly illusion.

Duan Hongzhi!

His aura was fierce, he held a long halberd in his hand, and his spiritual power surged like raging flames, making him incomparably domineering.

"Gongsun Xiyan!"

A tall, slender figure stood in the crowd, holding a feather fan. His aura was gentle yet exuded an unfathomable and mysterious power.

"Yin Gaojun!"

His face was as hard as iron, his fists were clenched tightly, and his fist intent soared straight to the sky, as if he wanted to clash head-on with the heavens.

As the names were announced one by one, the entire square erupted in a tremendous uproar, with cheers and shouts merging like thunder. The ten men stood in the very center of the square, their gazes meeting, some cold and piercing, some brimming with fighting spirit, some calm and collected, and some fierce and domineering.

The elder in charge of law enforcement spoke last:

"After a short rest, the final battle will begin in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn! After today, a new batch of inner disciples will be born!"

The heavens and earth roared, and the disciples' passion was completely ignited.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quickly passed, and the elder announced, "The final competition now officially begins."

As the elder announced, the ten inner disciples of the White Cloud Sect slowly emerged from the high platform. The ten figures descended from the sky like divine light tearing through the void, landing in the center of the square. In an instant, the air in the entire square seemed to freeze, and thousands of outer disciples held their breath, their eyes all fixed on these ten people.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and earth automatically gathered around them, forming different spiritual phenomena, like ten unshakable mountains, suppressing the hearts of every outer disciple.

First place: Jia Pintian

She was dressed in a Qingyi, holding an ancient jade flute in her delicate hand, the flute inlaid with faint light patterns. Her eyes were as cold as water, seemingly gentle, yet chilling to the bone. Her spiritual energy transformed into an invisible mist, enveloping an area of several feet, giving all who approached her the illusion that their "minds were frozen." Her cultivation at the Middle Stage of the Soul Foundation Realm was concealed, yet it seemed as if she could swallow people up at any moment.

Second place: Ren Qian

Tall and imposing, with muscles like cast iron and blood-red eyes, he stood there like a god of slaughter. His spiritual aura was like a raging torrent of bloodthirsty energy, soaring straight into the sky, forcing many outer disciples to take several steps back, cold sweat beading on their foreheads. He simply stood there quietly, as if a sea of blood stretched between heaven and earth, the oppressive feeling of the Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm pressing down like Mount Tai.

Third place: Gai Wenguang

His black robes fluttered in the wind, his sword sheath hung horizontally at his waist, and even before the sword was drawn, his sword intent soared to the sky. His gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade, as if it could pierce through all illusions. The ancient runes on the sword sheath shimmered with a faint light, and with each breath, invisible Sword Qi sliced through the air, producing a piercing friction sound. Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm, he was one of the most sharp sword cultivators among the younger generation of the White Cloud Sect's inner sect.

Fourth place: Gao Zhengxiang

He was thin and wiry, with a cold and sharp look in his eyes. He toyed with a talisman in his hand, its runes shimmering with spiritual light. His aura was not as strong as that of several Great Completion cultivators, but it was like a lurking venomous snake, sharp and dangerous. Despite being Initial Entry into the Soul Foundation Realm, he could suppress powerful enemies of the same level with strange spiritual techniques. His gaze sent chills down the spines of countless outer disciples.

Fifth place: Ma Ruide

His crimson robes fluttered in the wind, and flames surged beneath his feet, as if the earth itself had been ignited. With each breath, the fire elements in the world would automatically gather and burn around him, forming a vortex of crimson flames. With each step he took, scorch marks were left on the ground. His cultivation at the Initial Entry into the Soul Foundation Realm was as dazzling as the blazing sun, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

Sixth place: Rong Yangyun

With his white hair flowing freely and his expression dignified, a golden Dharma wheel appeared around him, as if he were standing within a divine statue. Every step he took seemed to trample on the rules of heaven and earth, and the aura he emitted was like an endless blazing sun, blinding countless disciples. His cultivation at the Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm was vast and mighty, and his aura made everyone's chests feel heavy.

Seventh place: Luo Chuan

He wore a long black and gold robe, his face handsome yet exuding a chilling arrogance. He stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally settling on Qin Yu. In that instant, the world seemed to freeze, the air thick with the undisguised killing intent and provocation in his eyes. His cultivation at the Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm made him a veritable blade ready to strike at any moment.

Eighth place: Tao Han

He was dressed simply in gray, with a calm demeanor, yet his aura was as heavy as a mountain. His hands were behind his back, and his spiritual energy was as solid as an iron wall, like a towering peak standing between heaven and earth, which could not be shaken by any attack. He was recognized by the inner sect as the ultimate in defense. Although he was Middle Stage of the Soul Foundation Realm, he could withstand the power of a Great Perfection Realm cultivator.

Ninth place: Hong Shuzhuang

His physique was as imposing as a tower, and the veins on his bare upper body bulged like coiled dragons. With a cold snort, the Spiritual Qi in the air vibrated like thunder. His cultivation of the physical body allowed him to clash head-on with magical artifacts with just his fists, and his Middle Stage of the Soul Foundation Realm cultivation was enough to sweep away most cultivators of the same realm.

10th: Jian Jiaping

Dressed in snow-white robes, holding a folding fan, he wore a smile, yet his aura was unfathomable. His spiritual energy appeared and disappeared intermittently, sometimes transforming into a gentle breeze, sometimes as sharp as a knife. Despite being Initial Entry into the Soul Foundation Realm, he gave people an unfathomable feeling.

The ten people stood side by side, their spiritual energy intertwined, like ten ancient deities suppressing the mortal realm. At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to dim.

On the plaza, all the outer disciples shouted in unison:

"Greetings, senior brother of the inner sect!"

The sound reverberated and echoed above the White Cloud Sect.

Qin Yu quietly raised his head in the crowd, his gaze falling on Luo Chuan's figure, a chill rising in his heart.

Sect Master Xiao Yinshan sat majestically on the high platform, his imposing presence like a mountain. The center of the plaza was deathly silent, save for the howling of the spiritual wind. Elder Hongsheng spoke:

"Outer sect disciples who have advanced to the next level, step forward and choose one of the top ten inner sect disciples as your opponent!"

In an instant, all the outer disciples held their breath, their gazes filled with complex tension. They knew that this battle was not only about whether they could enter the inner sect, but also about their lives and their future.

First place: Yin Gaojun

His expression was solemn as he slowly stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Disciple Yin Gaojun is willing to challenge Senior Sister Jia!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion broke out in the square. Jia Pintian slightly raised her cool eyes, remaining silent as the mist around her rippled gently, as if she had already locked onto her opponent.

Second place: Gongsun Xiyan

The outer sect female disciple, with a resolute gaze, bit her lip and stepped forward, looking at the towering man. "Disciple Gongsun Xiyan challenges Senior Brother Hong!"

Hong Shuzhuang laugh, his muscles trembling like mountains, and clenched his fist, the air roaring, "Good!"

Third place: Duan Hongzhi

Duan Hongzhi spoke in a deep, resolute voice, "Disciple Duan Hongzhi challenges Senior Brother Tao Han."

Tao Han with his hands behind his back, his aura as heavy as a mountain, and simply nodded slightly. "Alright."

Fourth place: Ji Biling

A young girl Ji Biling, slowly stepped forward, her gaze resolute. "Disciple Ji Biling challenges Senior Brother Gao."

Gao Zhengxiang sneered, talismans flashing between his fingers. "This is rather interesting."

Fifth place: Ling Feng

With a long spear strapped to his back, Ling Feng's eyes gleamed like an eagle's, and he declared in a resounding voice, "Disciple Ling Feng challenges Senior Brother Ren Qian."

The moment he finished speaking, a commotion erupted throughout the arena. Ren Qian's bloodthirsty Sha Qi surged forth, his killing intent almost suffocating many disciples. He coldly snorted, "Seeking your own death."

Sixth place: Mo Xuan

With his green robe fluttering in the wind, Mo Xuan, exuding an extraordinary air, stepped forward with a smile, "Disciple Mo Xuan challenges Senior Brother Jian."

Jian Jiaping gently fanned himself, smiling without saying a word, but his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Seventh place: Han Qing

Han Qing stepped forward, sword in hand, his Sword Qi gleaming proudly. "Disciple Han Qing challenges Senior Brother Gai Wenguang!"

Gai Wenguang coldly drew his sword half an inch; the sword rang out like a dragon, and the heavens and earth trembled.

Eighth place: Yang Zheng

Yang Zheng's expression was solemn. He gripped his long sword and said in a deep voice, "Disciple Yang Zheng challenges Senior Brother Ma."

Flames surged around Ma Ruide, and he grinned maliciously, "Perfect, I also want to see if the outer sect's sword can extinguish these flames!"

Ninth place: Zhao Xinyu

Clad in flowing white robes, Zhao Xinyu remained calm, her eyes as icy as ice. "Disciple Zhao Xinyu challenges Senior Brother Rong Yangyun."

Rong Yangyun's golden Dharma wheel roared, like the rising sun, and his voice was steady and imposing. "Good."

10th place: Qin Yu

Finally, Qin Yu slowly stepped forward, his back as straight as a mountain, holding the Black Bone War Spear horizontally. His gaze locked directly onto Luo Chuan.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Qin Yu calmly announced, "Disciple Qin Yu challenges Luo Chuan."

Luo Chuan had been waiting for this moment. He sneered, his eyes sharp, and the pressure of the Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm erupted from his body. "Qin Yu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

In an instant, the air turned frigid, all the disciples held their breath, and the world seemed to freeze prematurely because of this battle between arch-rivals.

When Qin Yu's words, "Disciple Qin Yu challenges Luo Chuan," echoed in the air above the plaza, the entire White Cloud Sect plaza seemed to freeze in time.

The air was silent, and the gazes of thousands of outer and inner disciples, as well as the elders and sect leader Xiao Yinshan sitting high above, all narrowed slightly.

Boom--

The next moment, a sudden burst of discussion erupted, like a torrent of water.

"Has he gone mad? Luo Chuan is at the Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm!"

"That's right! Qin Yu is only at the Middle Stage of the Soul Foundation Realm, a whole major realm below him!"

"But... we've seen Qin Yu's performance too. He even defeated Xun Qing, so maybe..."

"Hmph, Qin Yu, a mere nobody, dares to challenge Luo Chuan? He's simply overestimating himself!"

The crowd erupted in discussion, with even many elders secretly shaking their heads, each wondering whether Qin Yu's actions were arrogant or if he had some hidden trump card.

A chilling smile curled at the corner of Luo Chuan's lips. He slowly stood up, his steps steady and each one carrying a world-shaking aura. The aura of the Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm erupted, sweeping across the entire plaza like a monstrous wave. Countless disciples trembled under this pressure, some even kneeling on the ground.

Qin Yu, however, remained calm, holding the Black Bone War Spear, his back as straight as a pine tree, his eyes fixed on Luo Chuan, showing no sign of backing down.

The two auras clashed in mid-air, like invisible thunder colliding, the booming sound causing the Spiritual Qi around the arena to surge like a tsunami.

Sect Master Xiao Yinshan's gaze sharpened slightly, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes. He murmured, "Interesting... This battle may be even more intense than anyone imagines."

The elder's voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable solemnity:

"Ten matches, officially starting tomorrow! That's all for today, everyone prepare and rest for the night!"

The crowd dispersed with a roar, but almost everyone's gaze lingered on Qin Yu and Luo Chuan before they left.

This was the focus of everyone's attention in the White Cloud Sect, a turbulent storm in the hearts of all its disciples.

Qin Yu, the leader of the outer sect, faces off against Luo Chuan, the prodigy of the inner sect!

A battle destined to be earth-shattering is about to begin!

As dusk settled, the fervor in the White Cloud Sect's plaza gradually subsided, the clamor dissipating, leaving only the whistling of the night wind sweeping through the mountain gate. The outer disciples, having completed the draw and the announcement of their matches, returned to their respective palaces to rest and prepare for tomorrow's decisive battle, their expressions varied.

The mountain gate was silent, yet undercurrents surged.

Countless disciples sat inside, meditating and circulating their cultivation techniques, their minds tense. They knew that tomorrow's battle would determine whether they could step into the inner sect and change their fate.

At this moment, Qin Yu sat cross-legged alone in the palace.

The flickering candlelight illuminated his resolute face.

He slowly closed his eyes, his Spiritual Qi flowing through his meridians. The Gray Ring in the depths of his sea of consciousness floated quietly, occasionally releasing a wisp of pale gray light, trembling slightly, and resonating faintly with the Black Bone War Spear.

Qin Yu remained calm, but his breathing was slightly rapid. He knew that tomorrow would be his decisive battle with Luo Chuan. This battle was not only a confrontation between the outer and inner sects, but also a settlement of old grudges from the Cloud-Leveling Hall.

"Luo Chuan... no matter what kind of background you have, tomorrow I will surely surpass you!"

Qin Yu silently recited his vow, his fingers slowly gripping the Black Bone War Spear. A deep hum emanated from the spear, as if in response to his oath.

However, he also knew he had to be cautious. He absolutely could not use the Gray Ring lightly, unless it was a last resort. Tomorrow, he would prove himself with his true strength.

On the other side, in the inner area under the cover of night, in a palace with carved beams and painted rafters, candlelight illuminated Luo Chuan's cold and aloof profile.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression sinister, and his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Qin Yu... you dare to choose me in front of everyone? Ha... very good, I'm waiting to annihilate you on the arena!"

Luo Chuan slowly raised his hand, crushing a jade cup in his hand. The fragments turned into dust and scattered in the wind.

At that moment, a chilling gust of wind swept in. The palace doors opened silently, and a hunched, dark figure stepped into the hall.

That was a mysterious elder sent by the Luo Family, shrouded in black robes, his aura gloomy and unfathomable. His steps seemed to tread on nothingness, each step creating eerie ripples in the air.

Luo Chuan.

The hoarse voice echoed in the hall, as if it came from the Nine Nether abyss.

Luo Chuan immediately bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Elder."

The black-robed elder's gaze was icy. He slowly raised his hand from his sleeve, and a blood-red crystal core appeared in mid-air. Within the crystal core, the shadows of countless wronged souls seemed to burn endlessly, emanating a suffocatingly terrifying aura.

"This is Blood Soul Crystal Core, which can temporarily draw upon the power of the Nether Prison. Tomorrow, if you integrate it into your Fate Soul, you will gain power beyond your own Limit for a short period, enough to slay any enemy of the same level."

Finally, the black-robed elder's voice was low and mournful, like a ghost's wail. "Even a genius at the Middle Stage of the Mystic Understanding Realm will surely die."

Luo Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his hands trembled as he accepted the Blood Soul Crystal Core. Sensing the immense power within, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Qin Yu, you dare challenge me? Then you are destined to die on the arena tomorrow."

The flickering candlelight illuminated the sinister smile on his face. At that moment, the entire palace seemed shrouded in a blood-red shadow, and a murderous aura quietly spread.

The next day at dawn.

Before the sky had fully brightened, the White Cloud Sect's mountain gate was already in an uproar. Bells and drums resounded in unison, like thunder shaking the heavens, and the entire sect was enveloped in an incomparably vast aura.

The central square of the White Cloud Sect has now been transformed into a vast and boundless battlefield.

Around the plaza, ninety-nine towering white jade pillars pierce the sky, inscribed with ever-flowing runes that shimmer with spiritual light, forming protective arrays that lock the aura within and prevent it from leaking out. Each pillar is over a hundred feet tall, seemingly supporting heaven and earth, majestic and sacred.

In the very center of the plaza stands a colossal arena, forged from ten-thousand-year-old bronze and immortal-patterned stone, measuring a thousand feet in circumference. Runes swirl around the arena's surface, surging with spiritual light, resembling an independent battlefield world capable of withstanding the clashes of the Soul Foundation Realm experts without collapsing.

Above the arena, spiritual light soared into the sky, golden mist and azure Spiritual Qi intertwined, converging into a rainbow ten thousand feet long that pierced the heavens. This scene could be seen from afar throughout the entire territory of the White Cloud Sect of the Taiyan Great Yan Continent.

All around, tens of thousands of outer and inner disciples gathered, layer upon layer, densely packed. The crowd roared and surged, their energy surging like a raging sea, shaking the heavens. Countless people held their breath, waiting for today's battle.

The inner and outer sect elders appeared together, standing on the four high platforms, their auras suppressing heaven and earth. Each elder was a powerful figure at the Mystic Understanding Realm or True Spirit Realm, and their mere presence caused the disciples present to be shocked and feel a chill down their spines.

High above the clouds, the sect's protective array automatically activated, transforming the sky into a curtain of light that shone with golden brilliance. Spiritual birds circled overhead, and cranes and eagles from afar gathered here, as if all of creation was witnessing this grand event.

On the central high platform, a man sat upright like a mountain, his white hair flowing down his shoulders, his eyes piercing the sky like thunder, his true spirit surging around him, and the laws of heaven seemed to fluctuate along with him. This man was none other than Xiao Yinshan, the sect master of the White Cloud Sect.

When his figure appeared, all the elders and disciples instantly knelt down in worship, their voices like the sea:

"Welcome, Sect Master!"

At that moment, the sound waves shattered the clouds, and the Spiritual Qi of the nine heavens exploded, as if the entire Great Yan Continent was shaking for this moment.

Xiao Yinshan raised his hand, and the overwhelming power of his true spirit instantly pressed down, silencing the entire arena.

He spoke slowly, his voice booming like thunder, yet clearly reaching the ears of every disciple:

"Today, the final battle for outer disciples to advance to inner disciples officially begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the arena shone brightly with spiritual light, and a vast and overwhelming aura swept across the sky.

At this moment, the hearts of tens of thousands of disciples of the White Cloud Sect raced, their eyes burning, as if they could see their own future path.