Soon, a figure appeared — someone Chu Feng had seen before.
It was the Sacred-level Elder who had stood up for him: Elder Zhenfu.
"Everyone, congratulations on making it this far."
"But entering our Seven Realms Sacred Temple will not be so easy."
"Next, you will undergo three tests. Only those who pass all three will advance to the subsequent practical combat assessment."
"In the practical combat assessment, rankings will be determined based on your results."
"The top ten ranked individuals will enter our Seven Realms Sacred Temple. Not only that — their descendants will also become members of our Seven Realms Sacred Temple."
"As for the first-place finisher, they will receive not only the title of Sacred Temple Rising Star, but also an additional Sacred-level treasure."
The moment Elder Zhenfu's words fell, a huge commotion erupted.
Ten people? Only ten spots?
Yet right now, the young Spirit World Masters gathered here alone numbered in the tens of millions.
And this was after the majority had already been eliminated.
From tens of millions of people, they would select the ten strongest to enter the Seven Realms Sacred Temple.
Those ten would truly be one in ten thousand — geniuses among geniuses.
But while people marveled, not a single one dared voice an objection.
After all, entering the Seven Realms Sacred Temple had always been incredibly difficult. In truth, many of them had never harbored such hope from the very beginning.
They simply felt that an event of this magnitude would not be held again for who knew how many years.
So by participating, it was not only a form of personal cultivation — in the future, it could even become something they could boast about.
"Everyone, begin."
At Elder Zhenfu's command, the three great gates beneath the massive formation opened simultaneously.
All of the genius Spirit World Masters set off together, like a vast army splitting into three columns, hurtling toward the three entrances of the formation.
It didn't matter which one they entered first, since all three had to be visited.
Only those who passed all three tests would qualify for the practical combat assessment.
Chu Feng's first choice was the Mental Power test.
Passing through the barrier gate, Chu Feng entered a grand hall formed by a formation.
Everything inside the hall was not physical but conjured by the formation. It was beautiful… but not particularly large.
And being here, he could not see anyone else.
This meant that everyone who passed through a barrier gate would enter their own isolated hall like this one.
At the far end of the hall stood another barrier gate, unsealed — that had to be the exit.
At the center of the hall stood a pillar.
The pillar was also formed by the formation, its surface shimmering with flowing light — not only sacred but resplendent.
But what drew Chu Feng's attention most was the top of the pillar.
There, in black lettering, seven characters were carved: Seven Realms Sacred Temple, Jie Ranqing.
Seeing those seven characters, Chu Feng's heart and mind trembled.
The script was different from the characters outside. This calligraphy was elegant and delicate, clearly the work of a woman.
Who else could it be but his own mother, personally leaving these words behind.
Chu Feng rose into the air, reached out his hand, and traced the characters. Even the tip of his nose began to sting.
Through this calligraphy, and through the keen perception of a Spirit World Master, he could sense the lingering aura.
Mother. This was indeed his mother's own handwriting, personally inscribed.
……
At that moment, in the deep halls of the Upper Realm of Spring, a formation spread across the earth like a vast lake.
Two figures hovered in the air.
One was the Master of the Seven Realms Sacred Temple.
The other stood only about four feet tall, yet radiance enveloped the entire figure like a being of pure light, making it impossible to discern their features or even whether they were male or female.
But judging by their stature, they resembled a child.
Within the lake-like formation below, countless bubbles rose one after another, each reflecting the image of a person inside their respective hall.
The Master of the Seven Realms Sacred Temple kept his gaze locked firmly on the bubble containing Chu Feng.
Through that bubble, he could observe Chu Feng's every movement within the hall.
Even when other bubbles blocked his line of sight, he would activate the power of the formation's core to push them aside.
"Why are you so eager about this boy?"
"What is his background?"
The figure of light spoke, and the voice that emerged was the hoarse tone of an elder.
"My Lord, this boy is named Chu Feng. In my estimation, he has a very real chance of claiming first place in the Sacred Temple's entrance trial."
The Master of the Seven Realms Sacred Temple addressed this elder with extraordinary deference.
"Oh? Then what level do you think his tests will reach?" the elder asked.