I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

The church leadership did not expect the Holy Sword to be drawn in a short time. After Cardinal Marcus finished his speech, he left with a group of cardinals through the church's secret passage, leaving only a senior deacon with more than two hundred gray-robed subordinates to maintain order.

The senior deacon stood at the edge of the stone platform, holding a roster, his voice amplified by magic:

"Please step forward one by one and place your hands on the hilt of your sword. The holy sword will judge whether you are a hero; simply draw your sword with sincerity."

The queue moved slowly forward.

Ji Tian and Elena were in the back of the line, and there were roughly two or three hundred people in front of them.

At the very front of the procession, each person paused before the sword hilt for only a few breaths: some were repelled by a gentle force as soon as their hands touched it; others turned pale and retreated repeatedly; occasionally, someone held it for a while, and the blade gleamed slightly, eliciting gasps from the crowd, but the light quickly faded, and ultimately no one was able to pull out the holy sword.

The butler recorded everything expressionlessly, occasionally offering a comforting remark like, "There will be another chance next time."

The sun moves from the east to its zenith, and then gradually sets in the west.

Ji Tian stood quietly in line, but his divine sense had already left the stone steps, crossed the stone platform at the top of the mountain, and landed on the three huge stone statues at the highest point of the sacred mountain.

Three-part deity statue.

Compassion, majesty, and mercy—three faces looked down at the bustling crowd below, their stone eyelids half-closed, as if watching this farce that had lasted for thousands of years.

Ji Tian's divine sense probed into the statue like a thread, sensing an extremely obscure and ancient power contained within.

That force is closer to the manifestation of a certain "rule"; it is not dormant and may awaken at any time.

He recalled the words of the god of industry: "The Triad is merging."

This statue is probably more than just a sculpture.

It is more like an anchor point, or even the "eyes" of the Triad on earth.

Ji Tian silently withdrew his divine sense, already having made a plan in his mind: when pulling up the mountain, the movements must be "fast" and "steady," without disturbing the statue, and even more so without letting that dormant power notice anything amiss.

The procession continued forward.

As evening approached, it was finally Ji Tian's turn.

He led Elena up the stone platform and, guided by the deacon, arrived before the holy sword.

The senior deacon in charge of registration was a middle-aged man with half-gray hair and a kind face. He was writing something in the register with his head down, and without looking up, he routinely said, "Name, occupation, background."

"Ji Tian Jack, a magician from the Eastern Territory."

The deacon paused, glanced up at him, then at Elena beside him, guessing she was her companion, and nodded, saying:

"Go ahead, just grab the hilt and draw it directly. Don't use magic; the holy sword will decide for itself."

Ji Tian walked up to the Holy Sword, but instead of immediately reaching out, he turned his head and glanced at the deacon.

"Isn't it enough to just 'pull out' the holy sword?"

The deacon didn't realize that the other person's use of "pull up" was different from his understanding. He simply assumed the other person was a nervous young man and said gently, "Of course, don't be nervous. The Holy Sword is friendly to everyone."

Ji Tian nodded. "I might make a lot of noise when I draw my sword later, so please have the stewards arrange for everyone to evacuate in an orderly manner."

Before the other party could react, Ji Tian turned around to face the holy sword stuck in the stone platform, with only half of its blade visible.

The golden patterns on the sword hilt shimmered softly in the twilight, as if awaiting someone to draw it.

Ji Tian reached out and grasped the sword hilt.

He closed his eyes, and his divine sense seeped into the mountain beneath his feet like mercury, finding the connection between the spiritually imbued sacred mountain body and the other parts.

Ordinary people only draw their swords.

But Ji Tian is no ordinary person.

He intends to pull up the sacred mountain along with the sacred sword.

Even bearing the name of a hero and needing to lift the sacred mountain with one hand, Ji Tian is still invincible in the mortal world!

He opened his eyes, his feet silently stepping into the void.

This subtle change was concealed by her robes, and only Elena, who was standing beside her, noticed it.

She clenched her fists, held her breath, and watched as the person beside her drew his sword in his own way.

As Ji Tian exerted force with both hands, spiritual energy flowed upwards along the sword, beginning to sever the connection point of the Holy Mountain's main body.

The mountaintop suddenly trembled at that moment.

The pebbles on the stone steps began to roll, fine dust fell into the gaps between the wings of the stone angel statue, and even the railings at the edge of the stone platform creaked and groaned.

"W-What's going on?!"

"An earthquake?!"

"Run! The mountain is collapsing!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Before anyone could react, the senior steward turned pale. He finally realized what Ji Tian meant by "the commotion might be a bit loud."

He suddenly shouted to his subordinates beside him, "Quickly! Get everyone down the mountain! Immediately!"

The young deacons around him froze for a moment, then turned and ran, shouting as they ran, "Quick! Everyone evacuate in an orderly fashion!"

The grey-robed deacons, tasked with maintaining order, sprang into action, guiding the crowd down the stone steps.

At first, some people looked back to see what was happening, but the tremors of the mountain became more and more violent, and rocks fell from above. Even the stone angel statue began to tilt.

Fear finally overcame curiosity, and the crowd surged toward the foot of the mountain like a tide.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, only Ji Tian and Elena, who had been protecting him, remained on the stone platform.

On the mountainside, the still-shaken crowd looked up at the trembling sacred mountain in the distance.

As dusk fell, the rocks on the mountain's surface began to crack, and a pale golden light shone through the cracks, as if something was awakening from within.

After everyone had left, Ji Tian proceeded to the next step.

He stood on the void, gripped the sword with both hands, and with his bulging muscles, he lifted the holy sword and the holy mountain upwards with a sudden burst of strength.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar shook the earth.

The peak of the sacred mountain was cut off in half, leaving only the three-faced statue at the summit. The flying debris was lifted into the air by an invisible force and did not hit anyone.

Dust filled the air, obscuring everything except for a rumbling sound.

Finally, the mountain wind gradually dispersed the dust.

People on the mountainside looked up and saw a young man in white hanging in mid-air, slowly descending, embracing a woman with his left arm and carrying a sword on his right shoulder with the tip pointing backward and upward.

On the blade of that sword, the summit of a sacred mountain, as tall as three or four stories, was prominently displayed!

The mountainside is upside down, with jagged rocks; the once sacred sword platform has now become a flat surface at the bottom of the mountain.

Golden runes spread from the sword to the mountain's surface, like activated blood vessels, firmly fixing the entire mountain in place.

Ji Tian, ​​looking down at the silent crowd below, spoke kindly:

"The Holy Mountain has acknowledged me, and I have drawn the Holy Sword; I am now the new Hero. Do you all have any objections?"