Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Tongxuan Peak is the main peak of the lineage of the academy's abbot, and it is the most prestigious among the mountains of the academy, with a unique aura.

Lu Ming arrived on his sword, and before he even reached the summit, a powerful spiritual pressure surged forth, far surpassing that of the other peaks.

The mountaintop is hidden in a sea of ​​clouds, where the clear cries of cranes and the melodious tolling of bells gently cleanse the soul.

Lu Ming harbored a sense of anticipation, wondering if he would be able to encounter that figure he longed for here.

After walking halfway up the mountain, we arrived at a blue stone square.

At the end of the square stands the Tongxuan Hall, with three powerful characters on the plaque, exuding a unique Taoist charm.

Important matters such as sect competitions and the opening of secret realms are all decided here.

At this moment, hundreds of disciples had gathered in the square, all of them newly entered inner sect youths, who had come to compete for a spot in the Immortal Relic Land.

The young men and women exuded an extraordinary aura, their clothes were bright and beautiful, and many of them were surrounded by spiritual light, indicating that they possessed extraordinary treasures.

Even more impressively, some were accompanied by servants from aristocratic families or fellow disciples, making them quite powerful.

The crowd was bustling with noise, and the youthful spirits were palpable.

Lu Ming stood alone at the edge of the crowd, appearing somewhat inconspicuous.

He remembered his senior brother's words to pay attention to his opponent, and just as he was about to observe carefully, his gaze suddenly froze, and his steps involuntarily stopped.

Not far away, a bright red dress stood out.

Hu Zhen was chatting and laughing with several people, her face beaming and her eyes crinkling.

In this competition, opponents were randomly matched according to their numbers. The three exchanged smiles, secretly hoping that they wouldn't run into each other in the competition three days later.

After registering, the three did not linger.

The competition for the spots in the Immortal Relic Land is imminent, and everyone needs to return to their peaks to consolidate their cultivation and conserve their energy.

Lu Ming rode his sword up into the sea of ​​clouds. Below him, the peaks were verdant and the clouds surged, all magnificent sights, but he had no heart to appreciate them.

Lu Ming's gaze followed the red figure flying towards Baicao Peak until the figure disappeared into the depths of the clouds and mist, at which point the light in his eyes slowly faded.

Amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds and a gentle breeze, he gripped the number plate tightly in his hand.

I must win the competition in three days!