Three days’ time passed quickly. By the time the third day was over, everyone’s spirits had already recovered.

After that life and death experience, after a tempering of blood and fire, the brilliance within this group of spoiled disciples had finally begun to blossom.

Although they couldn’t be said to have already unsheathed their sharp airs, at the very least they were no longer a group of trash. They already had the embryonic air of experts.

Thousands of disciples had gathered in the Xuantian plaza. This huge plaza that was hundreds of miles wide was bustling with noise.

At the center of the plaza was a huge sculpture hundreds of meters tall. That sculpture was of a man with a longsword in his hand. He pointed up to the heavens with a will that wished to destroy the world.

That statue was said to the be Xuantian Dao Sect’s ancestral founder. However, this statue seemed as if it had already existed here before the Xuantian Monastery had even been established. After the erosion of time, it was already somewhat broken down. But that disdainful will hadn’t changed in the slightest.

Below that huge statue were...