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"This is incredible... How could mortals possibly build such a dam..."

Gazing at the colossal dam before her, as majestic as a mountain range, Luo Qiuyue was so awestruck she was almost speechless. Beside her, Lu Qingshuang was equally stunned, remaining silent for a moment.

After the discussion group was established, the two of them applied to leave the school and came to the ruins of this long-collapsed dam.

Luo Qiuyue used her magic to briefly restore the dam to its peak appearance—even though she knew it was an illusion, its majestic aura, which cut across the river and locked in the natural barrier, still overwhelmed her and captivated her.

They possessed the power to easily destroy such a creation, yet when they actually stood before it, they still felt a sense of awe stemming from their own insignificance—not from its sheer size, but from the fact that mortals could accomplish such a feat.

A moment later, Luo Qiuyue withdrew her magic, and the magnificent dam was reduced to ruins once more. The two took to the air and headed towards the original site of the cross-sea bridge, which had long since sunk into the sea.

As the magical light and shadows shifted, a long bridge spanning the azure waves, reappearing like a giant dragon lying in the sea, once more. The two landed in the center of the bridge, carefully examining this equally miraculous engineering feat.

Subsequently, they traveled to various relics left over from the mortal era, using magic to briefly recreate their former glory, quietly observing and comprehending them.

The deeper they went, the more they admired the resilience, collaboration, and pioneering spirit that belonged to ordinary people.

While Luo Qiuyue and Lu Qingshuang left the school to visit the ruins, Qin Le, Chen Yun, and Chu Xiaonan stayed at the academy.

Chu Xiaonan continued to spend all his time in the body tempering room—after the establishment of the Dao Discussion Group, they all received a batch of extra cultivation resources, and he practiced even more diligently.

Qin Le was then pulled by Chen Yun to the academy's training ground.

Chen Yun wanted to test his latest improved Truth Bomb here, and he specifically called Qin Le along because he was afraid that if it got out of control, it would blow up the training ground—with the Space Immortal Dao there, at least the scope of destruction could be controlled.

In the center of the training field, a massive metal pillar, over three hundred meters long and covered with dark red spiritual patterns, lay silently.

Not far in front of it, Chen Yun placed a piece of trial black iron engraved with protective array patterns, strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a terrestrial immortal.

"Are you ready?" Chen Yun stepped back to Qin Le's side, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Qin Le nodded: "Detonate it."

"hey-hey……"

Chen Yun grinned and pressed the remote control in his hand.

The spiritual patterns on the surface of the giant pillar suddenly shone as brightly as lava!

boom----------!!!!

A deafening explosion tore through the air, and a blinding white light instantly engulfed the entire training ground.

If Qin Le hadn't already used spatial power to envelop the explosion's center layer by layer, this Truth would have been enough to level the training ground along with its outer protective array.

In another dimension, Qin Le and Chen Yun could only see pure white.

As the light faded, the training ground remained intact, but the piece of trial iron... had broken in two, the broken part was charred black, and the edges were even molten.

Staring at the mangled state of the black iron, Chen Yun couldn't help but ask, "Brother Nezha, what level of power does this improved version possess?"

The phantom of Nezha emerged from his shoulder, examined him for a moment, and then made his judgment:

"It's roughly equivalent to a full-force attack from a Perfected Earth Immortal. If it were one of those Earth Immortal-level Chaos Beasts you blew up before, one... should be enough."

He was the only person present who was qualified to give an accurate assessment—the two young men were not yet at that level of power.

"A perfect Earth Immortal..." Chen Yun clicked his tongue, a hint of regret in his voice. "I thought I could barely touch the threshold of a Celestial Immortal."

"Be content," Nezha's illusory figure laughed and scolded. "With the low-grade materials you used, the fact that it has the power of a perfect Earth Immortal is already a testament to your skill."

The power of this thing was insignificant in his eyes, but the fact that a young man in the late stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness could tinker with such a weapon was enough to make people take notice—even if Chen Yun self-destructed, he wouldn't be able to make this kind of noise.

Of course, the cost is burning money.

"No, we need to keep improving it." Chen Yun clenched his fist, his eyes shining. "Let's set a small goal first—the power should be comparable to a Golden Immortal's strike! Then we can throw it into the formation trapping the Chaos Beasts, and it'll explode in a massive area!"

Ever since he visited the Heavenly Battlefield, this thought had been lingering in his mind.

If he could produce 100,000 or 200,000 of these truths and throw them into the Chaos Beast Horde... just imagining that scene made his blood boil.

"Then good luck." Nezha's phantom smiled, said no more, and quietly disappeared.

After the test explosion ended, Chen Yun put away the broken trial iron and went back into the weapon-refining workshop. Qin Le, on the other hand, wandered around the academy alone.

The college courses were meaningless to him; attending them or not made no difference. Thus, he became the most idle student in the college at the moment.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at an extremely open space.

Thirty arenas were neatly arranged in the arena, and about half of them were currently occupied by fighters. The sounds of metal clashing and spells whistling filled the air, while a large number of students gathered below to watch.

Qin Le knew this place—the academy's martial arts arena—was one of the stages where students could showcase their skills and engage in practical combat.

The rules are simple and straightforward: defend your position on the arena for ten consecutive days to receive a generous reward from the academy.

However, to prevent the strong from monopolizing the award, students who have received the award once are not allowed to participate again in the same semester and must wait until the next semester to challenge again.

As I was looking, a familiar voice came from behind me:

"Qin Le, you wouldn't... want to try going up there too, would you?"

Qin Le turned around and saw Wang Zhiheng and Li Yanran. The two of them always seemed to be together.

"I have absolutely no idea." Qin Le smiled.

The academy's rewards held no appeal for him, and if he truly wanted to test his strength, he had no need to resort to the arena.

"I'd really like to go up there," Wang Zhiheng said, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit as he watched the figures crisscrossing the arena. "It's a pity it's only the beginning of the semester, so even if I went up there, I wouldn't be able to hold my ground."

At the beginning of the semester, the arena was almost exclusively for students at the Refinement of Void and Integration of Dao realms. Only after these students had claimed all the rewards would it be the turn of students at other realms.

Although Wang Zhiheng had reached the late stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness, if he were to face someone at the early stage of Refining Emptiness and Merging with the Dao, it would be considered that he was quite strong—those who could cultivate to such a level were all extraordinary in terms of talent, techniques, and combat experience, and challenging someone of a higher level was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Then let's wait a bit," Qin Le said with a smile. "With your abilities, getting the reward shouldn't be too difficult."

As long as he avoids those few who have reached the Void Refinement and Dao Integration stages, Wang Zhiheng's chances of successfully defending his position are not low.

"That's true." Wang Zhiheng nodded, but his gaze grew even sharper. "However... I still want to give it a try."

"Try what?" Qin Le asked curiously.

"Let's see just how big the gap is between me and those who have reached the Void Refinement and Dao Integration stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhiheng leaped up and landed lightly on a fighting platform.

On the stage, a boy who had been holding a long sword and resting with his eyes closed slowly opened them.

Wang Zhiheng clasped his hands in a fist salute, his expression calm:

"Wang Zhiheng, a freshman—please give me your guidance, senior."