The Chosens Peak stood within the clouds, shining brilliantly as it drew respectful gazes from numerous disciples.

They knew that the ten disciples who had left their names on the Chosens Peak were definitely existences that stood at the pinnacle of this generation. In other words, they were akin to kings amongst the innumerable Cangxuan disciples that looked down at everyone from the peak.

Envy was present in the eyes of countless disciples, hoping that they would one day get to experience the same thing. What kind of scenery would greet their eyes if they could one day leave their names on the Chosens Peak?

However, their rationality allowed them to understand that reaching it would require a tremendous amount of effort and luck.

Currently, besides the top ten of the ceremony, every other disciple was an ordinary inner mountain black sash disciple. In front of them, stood the gold and purple sash ...