Chu Yuliang looked at the remaining disciples with satisfaction.

"Everyone, don't be nervous. We've kept you here because, after screening, we feel you've performed well in all aspects. Next, a deacon disciple will take you to the sect's meeting hall, where your future will be decided."

Chu Yuliang waved his hand, and a disciple immediately stepped forward.

"Take them."

"Yes! Uncle Master!"

The disciple bowed respectfully to Chu Yuliang.

As a mere outer sect deacon disciple, he couldn't afford to be careless about his uncle who was a famous genius in the sect.

Although this time the sect was selecting disciples, this uncle also took over an area and was responsible for guarding it, but it was not his turn to lead the way.

I'm afraid that among this group of new disciples, there is one who has caught the eye of this uncle-master, or a senior from Tianshui Peak.

Although he was envious, the deacon disciple did his job carefully.

He led a group of people towards the meeting hall.

Shen Qingyi followed the crowd, and the scene around him changed rapidly.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was in turmoil.

Apart from being able to escape from the place that had imprisoned Shen Qingyi for his entire life, there was also the feeling under his feet.

The feeling of landing on the ground, yet feeling like a thousand miles in one step, is truly shocking.

Shen Qingyi followed the leading disciple carefully, fearing that he might take the wrong path and enter another illusion.

After all, the pain on the Asking Cliff is no joke.

Although at first, because of the disciple's words and her own guess, she thought that place might be the illusion often mentioned in immortal cultivation literature, she still wrapped a vine around her waist just in case.

Now that I think about it, I made the right bet.

But at this moment, Shen Qingyi had learned from his previous experience and did not dare to be careless again.

Who knows, if I fall into some kind of illusion again, there will be different dangers.

The scenery on both sides quickly receded.

A group of people followed the deacon disciple through a series of tall stone gates.

When the jade-white staircase that was dozens of feet high came into view, everyone was truly shocked by the scene.

The stairs are paved with jade white, and on top of them stand several lifelike statues of mythical beasts and exotic animals. Under the sunlight, the statues of mythical beasts and exotic animals seem to come alive in the next second.

Behind the statue is a magnificent palace with glazed green tiles, carved jade railings, and curling clouds and mist, as if it will disappear into the world in the next moment.

Even with his feet on the stairs, Shen Qingyi still felt a sense of unreality.

Except for a few people who have background and experience.

There are many people like her.

“Ding ding ding!”

It was not until the jade bells under the eaves of the hall emitted a series of crisp sounds that Shen Qingyi was brought back to his senses.

The door of the council hall opened by itself, and the open door revealed the scene inside the council hall.

But no one dared to look up without permission, because the vague pressure coming from the hall made people feel intimidated and dared not act rashly.

The deacon disciple who brought them here bowed and then retreated, leaving them and a jade slip behind.

Their news was engraved on the jade slip.

Wen Hai took the jade slip, clicked it, and lines of messages appeared again.

They already knew most of this information, and reading it again was just a more detailed comparison.

Everyone lowered their heads, waiting for the person above to speak.