Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

He put away the token and looked around the room that belonged to him.

The furnishings were extremely simple, consisting of only a bed, a cushion, a table, and a cabinet.

The key lies in the spiritual energy, which is kept stable at the level of a second-tier primary spiritual vein. Furthermore, after being transformed by the Azure Jade Tree, it can be easily absorbed without the need for strenuous refining.

Considering that tens of thousands of new disciples all receive this kind of treatment, the spiritual veins supporting this region must be at least at the peak of the third tier.

The jade tree with blue veins in the courtyard is clearly not just a scenic feature, but also an important component of the sect's massive array.

Lin Zhao did not immediately begin cultivating. The information he had seen and heard today was immense, and he needed time to reflect and process it.

He rested and prepared for tomorrow's assembly.

As for Lin Zhao, who appeared in the assessment, he did not want to consider him for the time being.

The next day, as dawn broke.

Following the token's guidance, Lin Zhao arrived at a third-tier green-patterned jade tree outside the villa.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, their trunks adorned with green veins that resemble natural talismans, radiating a warm and lustrous glow.

According to the information on the token, this second-tier jade tree can condense and transform spiritual energy, while this third-tier jade tree has the ability to teleport to a fixed point.

All the sect's supplies are delivered by the third-tier Jade Tree.

The sect's territory spans tens of thousands of miles, all covered by arrays. Without a teleportation network, how long would it take for a Qi Refining stage disciple to reach their destination on their own?

Lin Zhao pressed the token close to a certain pattern on the tree trunk, and the blue pattern suddenly lit up, enveloping him in a soft blue light, causing his vision to blur slightly.

The next moment, he found himself in a magnificent white stone palace.

The hall's roof was high and wide, with array formations and spiritual light like stars embedded in it, flowing slowly. Five Golden Core cultivators sat in front, their auras as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

Hundreds of Foundation Establishment instructors stood solemnly on both sides, scanning the disciples who were arriving one after another.

Nearly half of the outer disciples had gathered inside the hall, many of them still bearing injuries, clearly from yesterday's arena battle.

At the exact hour of Chen (7-9 AM), the bell tolled three times, its lingering sound echoing among the palace pillars.

The last few disciples hurriedly teleported to their appearance. Master Mingjing's gaze swept over the more than ten thousand young faces below, each with a different expression. He said nothing more, only flicking his sleeve and saying, "Follow me."

The crowd remained silent as they followed the immortal through several imposing palace gates and long corridors. Outside, they could see churning clouds and fleeting glimpses of celestial birds, but no one paid them any attention.

Finally, they arrived at an amazing place deep inside the palace.

It was a square pool hundreds of feet wide. The water was not an ordinary color, but a deep, serene black. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, without a ripple, yet it seemed to contain a faint light like the flowing stars.

An indescribable yet vast aura permeated the air.

Master Mingjing stood by the pond, his voice calm yet clear, reaching everyone's ears: "The first lesson upon entering the sect: discard the old and forge the new."

"The pool contains diluted Tianyi True Water."

It will strip away all your cultivation, cleanse your tendons, bones, and blood, repair your damaged bodies, replenish your deficiencies, and rebuild your foundation.

Whether it's old wounds, erysipelas, hidden dangers, or even certain... unwanted foreign marks, they can all be cleansed.

He paused, his gaze deep and thoughtful: "There has never been absolute fairness in this world. But in my Cloud Sea Azure Sea Sect, these ten years of seeking the Dao will give you a relatively fair starting point."

Emerging from this pool, whether you are a prodigy from a noble family or a rogue cultivator, whether you have a strong foundation or are plagued by hidden dangers, you are all reduced to one, becoming mortals once more, ready to climb the path to immortality anew.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yue, the oldest among the outer disciples, suddenly burst into an uncontrollable excitement on his wrinkled face.

At the advanced age of eighty, he fought with all his might, waiting for this very moment!

Although the Heavenly True Water cannot defy the heavens and prolong life, it can wash away chronic illnesses and allow this aging and weary body to return to its youthful prime!

If he can seize this ten-year period of seeking the Dao and successfully establish his foundation, he will be able to gain one hundred and fifty years to pursue the path of Core Formation!

Would an old Qi Refining cultivator be granted such an opportunity by an outside sect?

Lin Zhao suddenly understood. No wonder they fought so recklessly yesterday, not caring about burning blood and depleting their magic power; the root of the problem lay here.

Losing one's cultivation is terrible, but what is it compared to the effects of a legendary fourth-tier treasure like the Heavenly True Water?

This demonstrates the grandeur of the Zhenshi Sect and represents an investment in the future path of its disciples.

"Enter the pool," Master Mingjing commanded.

The group entered the pool in turn.

The pool water was slightly cool, yet felt smooth against the skin. Lin Zhao sat cross-legged, letting the dark water engulf him.

A few breaths later, a gentle yet irresistible force seeped into the body through the pores and acupoints.

The spiritual energy flowing within his body, the power contained in his muscles and bones... his cultivation level dissipated layer by layer like the receding tide.

At the same time, a warm current began to wash over his entire body. Lin Zhao could "feel" some subtle things he had never noticed before—

The traces left by the ingestion of elixirs in his early years, the almost imperceptible weaknesses from injuries sustained during training, and even injuries to his soul—

All of this is being soothed and repaired at this moment.

His skin became more radiant, and the fortitude left by long-term exposure to wind and sun and combat training faded, revealing the delicate features of his youth.

About half an hour later, Lin Zhao opened his eyes.

The familiar feeling of weakness enveloped my entire body once again after many years.

His body was completely empty, with no magical power flowing through it. His physical body had returned to a mortal state, and he could clearly feel the weakness and powerlessness of his body.

Only the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows still exists after breaking through the divine barrier, but without the support of magical power, its detection range has shrunk to a few feet and cannot be sustained.

"I've long heard of the profound mysteries of the Divine Pass, and it's indeed true."

Lin Zhao pondered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the other geniuses who had also broken through to the Divine Realm. Although they also showed discomfort, their eyes remained clear, indicating that their spiritual foundations were still intact.

Lin Zhao got up and left the pool, where most of the disciples were still. The process seemed to vary from person to person.

He noticed that some people were emitting different colored protective lights, which were then dissolved by the black pool water.

Strange patterns appeared on the surface of some people's bodies, emitting a soft hissing sound, and when they dissipated, they brought with them a small wisp of black smoke;

Some even had cold or violent phantoms swirling around them, wailing as they were purified by the true water.

The loudest noise came from the corner of the pond in the north.

A thin boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old was now enveloped in a thick, inky black aura! That black light was filled with an eerie and obscure will.

It was stubbornly resisting the Heavenly True Water, and even attempted to erode it in the opposite direction, turning the surrounding hundred-meter pool water a light ink color.

The Heavenly True Water surged, its dark color deepening, constantly washing away and eroding the black light.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate. Although the black light was retreating step by step and compressed to a range of several feet, it was extremely resilient and tightly surrounded the boy.

"A mark of possession... and it's the work of a Nascent Soul level cultivator." Xu Chuan, who had already come up beside him, exclaimed in a low voice, his tone complex. "This guy actually managed to drag this 'thing' all the way here..."

Only our sect would be willing to take on such a trouble for a Qi Refining cultivator. Even other Nascent Soul cultivators might not be willing to go to this lengths.

The stalemate lasted for nearly an hour. The black light had been suppressed to within three feet of the youth's body, but it remained solid and did not dissipate.