Outside the Myriad Races Dojo, before anyone could react, the spiritual light number at Wang Teng's location had already surpassed that of the three people led by the Red Dust Monk.
Everyone was curious, as they had never heard of Wang Teng before.
However, the elders of those holy lands all knew very well that such strength was not something that could be attributed to an unknown person, whether on the Qingxuan Continent or the Tianqiong Continent.
It can only be said that this inaugural assessment of the Misty Sect has attracted the attention of many reclusive old monsters.
Otherwise, such a situation would not be possible.
The top four teams are all in this situation now.
"As expected, the assessment site for the founding of the Misty Sect is full of hidden talents. I didn't expect that Wang Teng's strength is even stronger than that Red Dust Monk. How come I've never heard of him before?"
"Could it be another prodigy disciple trained by some reclusive master?"
"The last one to join the assessment actually rushed to the first place. That's terrifying! It seems there's a very high probability that he can challenge for the position of a core disciple!"
"With such a difficult assessment, and even a tribulation of lightning afterward, I estimate that it would be a lot if ten thousand people could actually enter the Misty Sect."
"Are you kidding me? If there are more than three thousand people, I'll just eat them! Do you really think you're one in ten thousand geniuses?"
"......"
Time continues to pass, and compared to the beginning, the rate of improvement within the entire Myriad Races Dojo is constantly slowing down.
In just a few hours, nearly a thousand figures had gradually approached the location of the thirty-third pass.
It seems like it's just one step away from the goal, but it's actually a huge watershed moment.
For those without talent, completing this final test would undoubtedly be extremely difficult.
Many people have already lost their spiritual light above the thirty-third level. In other words, although their physical bodies are still there, their spiritual consciousness has died after entering the Myriad Races Dojo.
What's most attention-grabbing is still the top four positions, where the gap between them and the others has widened considerably.
Huo Qingqing had caught up and was now at the sixty-fifth level with Monk Hongchen and Xu Fengnian.
Inside the dojo, the three of them showed signs of disorder in both their aura and spiritual power, and their faces were slightly pale.
But at this moment, they all tacitly looked up at the beam of light at the very front.
"They came from behind and managed to catch up so quickly."
"As expected, the opening ceremony of the Misty Sect is more interesting than I imagined."
At this moment, Fo Chen was still carrying his wine gourd, gulping down large mouthfuls of wine.
The excitement in his eyes grew even stronger.
The reason why he wanted to participate in the Misty Sect's assessment was not only because of what the old monk had told him, but more importantly because he had no rivals among his peers in the Great Thunderclap Temple.
Even in the northernmost part of the mainland, all the so-called prodigies who had any reputation had been taken down by him.
If there were already people stronger than him at this assessment site, then the prodigies within the Misty Sect must be even more so.
This is the spiritual life he truly desires.
The so-called "red dust" in Buddhism is not just about experiencing this world of carnal desires, but also about finding the life you want.
Huo Qingqing took a deep breath, which calmed her emotions somewhat.
Although she was constantly moving towards the ninety-ninth level, she was always keeping an eye on the top one hundred.
At this moment, only the four of them were in a league of their own.
I've been stuck in fifth place for a long time, around level 40.
Based on her current situation, Huo Qingqing is even more determined in her beliefs.
It's practically impossible to become a core disciple of the ninety-ninth level.
However, the test for inner disciples is not that difficult for her yet. Now there is only one step left, and she should be able to complete it soon.
"I can do it..."
Xu Fengnian looked at the first position, his eyes flashing with endless fighting spirit.
Having left the Eastern Xuan Dynasty, his goal was clear: to enter the Misty Sect and climb the ranks using his absolute talent.
Only in this way can one maximize their own improvement and secure the opportunity for the Dongxuan Dynasty to become an annex of the Piaomiao Sect.
The entire continent now knows that chaos has descended, and the Eastern Xuan Dynasty has just completed its internal power reform.
Such an opportunity should not be missed.
......
In contrast to the thoughts of the other three, Wang Teng, who had already entered the seventieth level, slowly walked towards the center of the territory.
In the utterly void, the space was filled with the thick stench of blood.
Reaching this point is still not easy for Wang Teng, judging from the difficulty of the previous thirty-three levels.
He was well aware that the Misty Sect's inaugural assessment involved different levels of advancement at each crucial stage.
Otherwise, the seventy levels wouldn't have been set as the threshold for inner disciples.
Seemingly sensing something, Wang Teng slowly stopped, the spirit spear in his hand scraping against the ground, producing a slightly grating sound.
My gaze fell on a spot not far away, where a surge of void power appeared, followed by a crack from which a huge figure emerged.
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