Chapter 183: I Shall Become A Saint King

Chapter 183: I Shall Become A Saint King

As soon as the voice fell, the elderly figure turned around and flew away.

Nearly ten thousand talents from various regions followed behind.

Ten minutes later.

A vast mountain appeared ahead.

Within the mountain were numerous peaks, pockmarked and uneven. Rather than calling it a single mountain, it was more like a mountainous area.

In the open area in front of the mountain, there was a white stone plaza. Dozens of people were already waiting on the plaza.

Apart from one who was a Saint, the others were all Fish-Dragon Realm cultivators.

"Elder Yue, you're as efficient as ever. If it were another elder, I might have had to wait another half an hour," a middle-aged man in the plaza laughed.

The Saint elder who had led Su Zhan and the others here responded irritably, "Enough talk. They're the ones coming to our Holy Land for the assessment, not the other way around. We can't just indulge them."

"That's true," the middle-aged man didn't continue.

After nearly ten thousand people had landed on the massive square ahead, he began speaking, "I am Elder Xiaolin, a senior member of the Holy Land. The one who brought you here is Elder Yue He. Before explaining the rules for the first round of assessments, I must make one thing clear."

"The first round of assessment is dangerous. Based on past assessment results, approximately five to six hundred of you may die on Mount Mangdang, over two thousand may be seriously injured, and some may even have their foundations destroyed. Among the remaining, except for a very small portion, most will sustain injuries."

"The passing rate for the first round of assessment is about one in ten. This means that out of every ten of you, only one may pass. Of course, this is just my estimate based on past results. Perhaps you all are more outstanding than those before you."

"Furthermore, once you enter Mount Mangdang, you won't receive any assistance until the assessment is over. Well, now you know the risks of this round of assessment. If anyone wants to withdraw now, there's still time!"

His voice spread, and for a good half-minute, many people whispered among themselves, showing fearful expressions, but no one actually retreated.

After all, before coming to the Holy Land, most of them had made some preparations. Wanting to become a core disciple of the Holy Land without taking any risks was impossible.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Seeing no one speak up, Xiaolin's lips curved into a faint smile, "Since that's the case, let's proceed to explain the content of the first round of assessment."

Eighth-Order Saint!

A wave of shock swept through many people's hearts.

The realm of Saints was divided into ten stages, and above the tenth stage was the highest level, the Saint King!

The Saint Kings existed on a higher plane, rarely intervening in worldly matters. As such, the realm of Saints, often referred to as the pinnacle of the Southern Region, was home to the region's most formidable individuals. An Eighth-Order Saint was undoubtedly one of the strongest among the strong!

More importantly, he achieved this in just 120 years, advancing from the Fish-Dragon Realm to an Eighth-Order Saint. Such speed perhaps only the Holy Land could nurture such talent!

The participants in the assessment felt even more fervent at the thought.

"Twenty-six Five-Light Grass? Very well, on this journey, I'll collect fifty!" Ye Kuang's gaze swept over the astonished geniuses from various regions, his tone as proud as an eagle overlooking ants. "Eighth-Order Saint in 120 years? Once I enter the Holy Land and become a Saint's Disciple, within a hundred years, I shall become a Saint King!"

This proclamation, powered by his saintly aura, resounded in the ears of nearly ten thousand people.

Becoming a Saint King within a hundred years!

What tremendous ambition!

Instantly, many women cast admiring glances toward Ye Kuang.

"Ye Kuang, even though you have the highest talent among all of them this time, don't be too overconfident with your words," Xiaolin furrowed his brow.

"I am born with a divine body, thirty-six spiritual meridians. When I was born, the purple energy of the East arrived. I am the son of the destiny of heaven and earth. Why can't I say so?" Ye Kuang's arrogance reached its peak, and he casually glanced around. "Could it be that the elder is associating me with these losers huh? It's you?"

His gaze happened to pass over Su Zhan, and Ye Kuang suddenly remembered.

Few dared to challenge him since his birth, so he naturally had a deep impression of Su Zhan.

"I heard you also checked into a Spirit Rain Pavilion? Although it seems to be the last one, pretending to be something you're not, how amusing," Ye Kuang's lips curled into a mocking smile. "I have no intention of bothering with your psychological issues, but I am quite curious. On this journey, I plan to collect fifty Five-Light Grass. How many do you intend to gather?"

"Picking grass is such a simple matter" Su Zhan pondered for a moment and said, "I plan to gather five hundred, of course, more would be even better!"