Eighty levels.

Level 85.

...

Level 97.

Ninety-eight levels.

The moment the number ninety-nine appeared, a pale golden spiritual energy continuously gathered throughout the entire Myriad Races Dojo, eventually forming a golden ancient bell.

The bells rang out slowly, and the heavens and earth resounded in unison.

Within the Myriad Races Dojo, Chen Huangting opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the ground.

He glanced at Huo Qingqing beside him and a smile appeared on his face.

He then stepped out and returned to the area outside the Misty Sect.

Compared to before, the entire Myriad Races Dojo remained completely silent, with only the faint sound of the spiritual wind rustling through the spiritual trees audible.

"Since there are no objections..."

"Then I hereby declare the first stage of the Myriad Races Dojo assessment officially over."

"Now all disciples who have passed can come to this area to receive their tokens for entering the Thunder Pool."

Choi Seung-nam remained calm and composed.

After saying this, he quickly sat back down in his seat.

Everyone fell silent after hearing Cui Shengnan's words, since Chen Huangting's previous performance had already demonstrated that the Myriad Races Dojo was passable.

And it's very easy. If they can't pass it, it's just because they're incompetent. Let alone the final position of these ninety-nine levels.

Even the thresholds for outer disciples at the thirty-three levels and for inner disciples at the seventy levels are beyond their wildest dreams.

The most important factor is Cui Shengnan's methods. She has no scruples whatsoever towards those who cause trouble. To put it bluntly, it's because she's confident in her own abilities and doesn't need to resort to any fancy tricks.

For a time, all the disciples who passed through the area outside the Misty Sect lined up in an orderly queue.

Of the millions of participants, only about five hundred ultimately made it through the Myriad Races Dojo. This disparity left other forces speechless with astonishment.

As expected, this must be the Misty Sect.

At the front of the line were Wang Teng and others, who were different from the others.

The tokens in their hands were also different; the ancient bronze tokens were engraved with the different powers of the four gods.

The moment Wang Teng got his hands on it, he could sense that the token seemed to be something special.

"This...this was made by a special celestial spirit?"

His eyes were filled with surprise.

"As expected, Junior Brother Wang has excellent insight."

"This was made by the spirit of the void, and it contains not only the power of the Great Dao."

"It even depicts a celestial-grade array spirit..."