The powerful figures were taken aback.

The entire universe was also in an uproar.

This is an earth-shattering secret!

The first dragon in history was actually the spine of a saint?!

The Eternal Lord pondered, "It is said that the five saints—gods, immortals, demons, monsters, and ghosts—all originated from the remains of saints, unlike the other saints."

Li Changzhou couldn't help but think of the story of Pangu transforming into heaven and earth after his death.

Pangu received guidance from the Dao Ancestor and embarked on the path of the 'Primordial Divine Body'. In the end, he failed to transcend the Heavenly Tribulation. Indeed, the Primordial Divine Body can evolve into life after death. Back then, Li Changzhou was still a divine body, and his skill description stated that he would transform into a sacred mountain after death.

This secret is merely fodder for gossip among the general public, but it holds extraordinary significance for the powerful individuals present.

In particular, the descendants of gods, demons, immortals, monsters, and ghosts may not be unable to imitate the true dragon and use human bodies to nourish gods, demons, immortals, monsters, and ghosts again.

The fact that the human body is not only suitable for cultivating Taoism, but also holds such a secret, shocked everyone.

No one spoke again; they all silently healed their injuries, recovered their energy, and studied the sacred teachings.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, almost everyone had arrived, but still no one entered the side hall.

Because the temple has presented a test, the weaker ones have a glimmer of hope. If the test is in their favor, becoming a saint is not impossible.

For example, the Heavenly Book and Heavenly Wisdom are very strong, having been granted the will of Heaven nine times, but they are not considered top-tier here, yet they almost became saints just now.

In such a situation, who would be willing to give up easily?

"Send two people in." The True Dragon's arrogant and domineering temperament returned, and he immediately offered to "confer the title of Quasi-Saint."

"This place isn't worth fighting to the death. Just pick two weaker ones and throw them in together," Abyss said.

The Undying Sun said, "Is there anyone willing to go in? After all, it is the position of a Quasi-Saint."

Normally, such a great opportunity that would determine the life or death of countless celestial beings would be pushed around like this.

Few people speak here, and speaking up here is a matter of strategy. Either you've already been noticed by everyone and are ready to give up, or... there's no other possibility.

Here, if they could, even true dragons would want to practice silent meditation so they wouldn't be noticed.

The temple was silent, but the will of Heaven surged and churned beneath the surface; in the vast universe, it would be enough to shatter a galaxy.

One of the Heavenly Ones stumbled and lost a round in a secret contest.

"Fellow Daoist, please." Everyone looked at him.

This is a celestial centipede, but its original body has long been abandoned and it has been crafted from materials of celestial grade.

With this body alone, he was enough to roam the vast universe, but now he has been eliminated and relegated to the rank of Quasi-Saint.

"Hmph!" The Heavenly Centipede flew into the side hall with a cold face.

He was no weakling to have made it this far alive, but the others unanimously decided to make him fill the pit of the sub-saint in the side hall. If he refused, he would be annihilated in a single encounter, and even the celestial artifacts and materials would turn to ashes.

The will of Heaven begins to stir once again.

This is a competition of everyone's understanding of the will of Heaven.

This is not only related to comprehension and destiny, but also to luck. If you are lucky, for example, if the skeleton gene obtains [Heaven's Will - Death], the compatibility will be maximized, and you will naturally comprehend it much faster than others.

Strangely enough, everyone's predictions were almost identical.

Even the formidable Corpse Bone Gene, the King of Black Mist, the True Dragon, the Crown Princess, and the Eternally Invincible were able to hold their own against everyone, sharing the spoils equally.

At this moment, the will of Heaven suddenly prevailed, and the temple seemed to transform into a vast river for a time.

"Fellow Daoist Tianhe, you are truly capable." The Crown Princess clasped her hands together, her smile as radiant as a flower. "The position of Quasi-Saint is rightfully yours!"

Everyone looked at Tianhe.

Tianhe clenched his fists, wishing he could fight these scoundrels to the death!

He stared at Tianshui. Just now, she had suddenly withdrawn the will of heaven, and the others quickly "weakened" as well, making him the only one in power.

Tianshui smiled weakly, looking as if she had been injured in the battle against fate, but her steps were graceful and elegant as she made way for him in good health.

Tianhe flicked his sleeves and strode into the side hall.

Without even looking, everyone's gaze fell on the wall directly opposite the entrance to the Fourth Temple, which had silently become the exit.