Ten peaks rose from the majestic mountain like ten fingers. At the foot of each peak stood ten heavy stone doors that one needed to cross in order to ascend the peaks, blocking the paths of numerous disciples. 

Zhou Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain, sighing inside as he gazed at the ten stone doors. Once he passed through any of these doors, he would finally be promoted to a purple sash disciple, and become a pillar of the Cangxuan Sect. 

Of course, what naturally followed was the envious luxurious treatment that every purple sash disciple enjoyed. 

Only god knew how many disciples worked tirelessly in hopes of receiving it.

Zhou Yuan gazed at the stone doors, but did not immediately make a move. Instead, he quietly stood there as he tried to calm the stabbing pain his Spirit was experiencing...

As he waited, the sound of rushing air continuously sounded in the vicinity as figure after...