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In everyone's eyes.

At this moment, the wind ceased, and there were neither earth-shattering phenomena nor soaring energy; it was as if an ordinary person were strolling along.

But it is precisely this calm demeanor that sends chills down one's spine.

Achieving this is incredibly difficult! More difficult than any earth-shattering event!

This is a state of inner restraint, a return to simplicity and authenticity.

It gathers the vast and boundless vital energy into a small space, achieving a state of near-perfect perfection.

Like a heavy sword without a sharp edge, though it has no sharp edge, it contains immense power.

Like Mount Tai, a sacred mountain, even if it remains silent, no one can shake it.

The demon on the other side looked incredulous, his heart already churning with turbulent waves.

They acknowledged that Feng Zhi's combat prowess was unparalleled among his contemporaries, with few among them able to match him.

But when it comes to talent in cultivation, who has ever truly been convinced of whom?

Who among them wasn't hailed as having unparalleled talent from a young age, and praised as a once-in-a-millennium genius?

His comprehension, innate talent, bloodline, and physique are all top-notch!

But at this moment, looking at that figure moving forward, they began to waver for the first time.

What Feng Zhi displayed was clearly a realm that only those old monsters with profound cultivation could reach.

Even many great masters only barely scratch the surface after years of honing their skills.

He has only been on the path of cultivation for a few years.

What's even more chilling is that he's a body cultivator!

The body's qi and blood are inherently intense and violent, like a raging volcano, making them extremely difficult to tame.

To control it completely without any leakage is almost impossible!

But he actually did it...

This means that his control over power has reached an unbelievable level.

All the vital energy was contained within that seemingly peaceful body; once it erupted, how devastating it would be!

Is he really just a Purple Mansion cultivator? Or is he some ancient monster from the human race playing games with them?

"wrong!!"

Just as everyone was in shock, the true dragon suddenly spoke, a glint of light flashing deep in its dragon eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"It can't be a return to simplicity! How could someone at the mere Purple Mansion level truly step into that realm!"

His voice struck everyone like a thunderclap, jolting many back to their senses.

The image of Feng Zhi appeared in the True Dragon's eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"There is still qi and blood circulating in his body, but it is so little that it is almost imperceptible. It is indeed terrifying that he can achieve this, but he is still far from returning to his original state!"

That being said, the dragon's tone was unusually affirmative:

"However, to be able to control one's Qi and blood to such an extent with only a Purple Mansion body, this person's talent and control over their physical body are indeed formidable!"

As expected of a mythical dragon, he revealed the truth in a single sentence, even though many demons failed to see it.

On the surface, Feng Zhi does indeed seem to be returning to simplicity.

But this is only because he has a very deep understanding of the physical body that he has achieved this.

Even if actions are taken, information will still leak out.

It is not the realm that people mistakenly believe it to be.

Moreover, at his current level, he is still far from being able to truly enter that field.

As for this mere Xuanhuang Road...

He could have easily swept through without going through so much trouble.

But he knew that the Primordial Gold was watching this trial from somewhere unknown!

The wind stops, and it needs to open its eyes wide and see clearly who it should follow.

……

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Zhi took the final step, landing before the towering Heavenly Gate.

His eyes were bright and his clothes were flowing, like an invincible celestial emperor.

The dragon in the distance blinked slightly, then slowly withdrew its gaze.

The time it takes for two incense sticks to burn is almost the same as his.

Unlike Zhenlong's competitive spirit, Feng Zhi disdained to compete for the empty title of first place and simply strolled along.

At the moment the wind stops and arrives.

Many supreme prodigies trembled instantly, their protective divine light triggering on its own! They seemed to have sensed some dangerous aura.

Even those who were closer to him tensed up, instinctively taking a step back, their hair standing on end, like a herd of deer encountering a tiger.

Their pupils shrank to pinpoints, and sweat dripped silently from their palms to the ground.

Previously, due to the distance and the presence of the mysterious yellow aura obscuring the aura, it could only be judged by the naked eye.

But now that they've come into close contact with it, they can clearly feel just how much power this precious body contains!

Although they didn't seem to exude any extraordinary aura, an invisible heat wave was directly hitting the top of their heads!

It seemed that the scorching heat hadn't subsided; it was just that their level was too low to see it.

Feng Zhi ignored the gazes of those around him and strode towards an open space.

Qingqiu Lian called out from a distance, but he didn't react at all, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

At this moment, apart from Lei Lie and Lie Yang, who had been eliminated by Feng Zhi, and the five members of the Divine Race who were still lying in the deep pit with no will to fight, all the Eight Forbidden Prodigies had arrived.

But the atmosphere became strangely tense.

Just moments ago, everyone was eager to be the first to rush into the Heavenly Gate, but now they all pretend to be confused, turning into ancient, unyielding figures, their feet motionless as if rooted to the spot.

There have been precedents of immortal gold choosing its master in the past, but the conditions have never been so stringent!

The fact that even the starting threshold requires combat strength of the Eight Forbidden Realms is beyond what people expected.

No one blindly stepped forward; the image of the holy ape covered in blood was still vivid in their minds—that was the price of being the first to stick one's neck out.

The various demons had different thoughts.

Some people value their reputation highly, fearing that their lifelong fame will be ruined.

For this kind of person, death is acceptable, but social death is absolutely unacceptable!

Some people are unwilling to be pawns of others and let newcomers benefit at their expense.

But most people are taking a cautious approach and patiently waiting for the first person to try it out.

So this group of shrewd people remained frozen in place, watching each other, none of them willing to take the first step.

Those outside the ancient road had more or less guessed what these prodigies were thinking, and taking advantage of this gap, they all surrounded the old scholar who was knowledgeable about both ancient and modern times.

"Sir, in your opinion, what is the secret behind this towering heavenly gate? And how many more trials lie ahead?"

"Yes, you are very knowledgeable and experienced, so you must understand the mysteries of this door."

The old scholar was surrounded by a large crowd and seemed to be enjoying the feeling.

He stroked his white beard, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "As for the specifics... it's hard to say."

"But I have studied all the materials on immortal gold from ancient times to the present, and in my personal opinion, they can be roughly divided into three thresholds."

The old scholar held up three fingers: "First, look at the foundation; second, look at the fit; third, look at the strength."

"If I'm not mistaken, there's probably another barrier behind this door, and that's where the real main event begins."

He looked up at the majestic heavenly gate: "So this gate must be a screening process for those who do not conform to its principles..."

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made sense and began to ponder it.

A whole incense stick's time passed, and still no one made a move in front of the Heavenly Gate; not a single person was willing to be the first to step forward.