My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

The Heavenly Abyss Holy Ceremony lasts for three days, with different disciples participating in the ceremony each day.

Therefore, most of them did not witness the magnificent scene of Gu Changyuan reaching the summit yesterday, but only heard the astonishing news that "someone has reached the summit of the holy mountain" from familiar disciples who were on duty yesterday.

Although it was unclear who it was, all the disciples of the Holy Land understood what "reaching the summit" meant.

That represents another huge leap in the fortune and strength of the Holy Land!

As members of the holy land, they felt honored and their hearts were naturally filled with excitement and pride.

Seeing the Third Patriarch arrive in person, he felt that today was extraordinary, and even the smile on his face became brighter.

Among the group, a bright-eyed female disciple couldn't help but steal another glance at the high platform as she turned to head towards the designated area.

Seeing the figures of the Third Ancestor Bai Ling'er standing together with that strange man, a bold idea suddenly popped into my head, and my gossipy soul began to burn.

She tiptoed closer to a more composed-looking companion beside her and whispered in an almost inaudible voice:

"Hey, look at the guy next to the Third Patriarch... He's so handsome! It's the first time I've ever seen a strange man stand side by side with the Third Patriarch, and so close at that... Do you think he might be the Third Patriarch's Daoist partner?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than his companion gave him a light tap on the head.

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind? Daring to talk about the Three Ancestors behind their backs, be careful they don't hear you."

Her companion glared at her and warned her sternly in a low voice.

The female disciple rubbed her forehead where she had been tapped, pouted, looking a little aggrieved, but the curiosity in her eyes remained undiminished, and she couldn't help but whisper her explanation:

"I just think...they look so good together, a perfect match...don't you think?"

"You still dare to talk back!"

His companion made a gesture as if to raise his hand again.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! I won't say anymore!"

The female disciple was so frightened that she quickly covered her head and ran forward to get away from her "dangerous" companion.

How could their conversation, which they thought was extremely low-pitched, escape the notice of a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending Realm?

Bai Ling'er heard it clearly. When she heard the words "Daoist partners" and "very well-matched", she felt a surge of heat rush to her cheeks and her ears became slightly hot.

She subconsciously glanced at Gu Changyuan beside her out of the corner of her eye, only to see him calmly looking at the crowd gradually gathering in the square, his expression composed, as if he hadn't heard the whispers below at all.

Bai Ling'er felt somewhat relieved, but the inexplicable shyness lingered.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the identity token hanging from the waist of the gossipy female disciple, and she remembered the name and the mountain it belonged to, silently nodding to herself.

Gu Changyuan had actually heard it too; with his cultivation level, he could sense even the slightest movement in the entire square.

However, upon hearing the disciple's comment that he was "so handsome," what else could he say but not care?

Soon, the second day of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Scripture assessment officially began.

Gu Changyuan and Bai Ling'er took their seats in the main seats of the elders' assembly, looking down at the entire square.

Thousands of cultivators of varying ages and cultivation levels were seen undergoing different tests in turn, guided by disciples of the Holy Land.

More than an hour later, most of the tests were proceeding smoothly.

Suddenly, a small commotion arose from the "Ascending Platform" testing area at the edge of the square, attracting the attention of many people.

A man was standing in front of the Ascension Platform.

His clothes were patched and covered in dust, his hair was disheveled, and he had several shallow scars on his face, making him look extremely wretched.

His cultivation level was only at the third level of the Qi Refining stage, which was almost the lowest among the cultivators who came to participate in the assessment.

The well-dressed, obviously high-born cultivators around looked at the man with a mixture of scrutiny, curiosity, and even a hint of disdain.

Although the "Ascending Platform" does not require cultivation level, it still offers a slight advantage in terms of physical fitness and spiritual energy reserves.

This person's appearance makes him look like a rogue cultivator who is extremely lacking in even the most basic cultivation resources. He might even have come from some remote and barren land and walked step by step to the Central Continent and the Holy Land of Celestials.

The assessments at the Celestial Sacred Land have always prioritized talent, ensuring the utmost fairness and impartiality, and never considering background or origin.

But in the real world, how could there not be hidden "special channels"?

For example, those inner disciples or even core disciples of the holy land often enjoy special privileges.

They can use the sacred airships to return directly to their respective families and bring the eligible members of their families to participate in the sacred ceremony, saving them countless hardships and risks.

Those cultivators who have no background, no introduction, and are of humble origin can only end up like the man before them.

Only by relying entirely on oneself, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, and overcoming numerous hardships and dangers, can one reach the sacred place and obtain a fair chance to be tested.

The elders of the holy land also travel around year-round, and sometimes they can discover promising talents who have been overlooked.

However, the Nine Heavens Realm is so vast, and there are so many cultivators, that in the end, there are still quite a few exceptionally talented cultivators who are buried in obscurity.

They don't have a "system" like Gu Changyuan's, which allows them to directly target exceptionally talented individuals.

Gu Changyuan's gaze fell on the Qi Refining stage man, his eyes calm and unwavering, showing neither contempt nor particular expectation, simply observing quietly.

Through the system's detection, he learned that the other party's name was Yun Fan, and his talent was at the sixth level. If his temperament was good enough, he could enter the Holy Land. He just didn't know how he would perform on the Ascension Platform.

The disciples of the Holy Land in charge of the "Ascension Platform" assessment showed no disgust or contempt when they saw Yun Fan's disheveled appearance; they maintained their professional rigor and composure.

I skillfully registered his information, briefly explained the rules and precautions, and then gestured for him to begin climbing.

Yun Fan bowed deeply to the disciples in charge before raising his head to look at the Ascension Platform, which seemed to reach into the clouds and had a total of one hundred steps.

He took a deep breath, the air carrying the dust of a long journey and the resolute determination of someone who was going all in, and then took the first step.

His movements were slow, each step as if he were carrying a mountain on his back. He walked with a slight stagger, his body swaying slightly, making one worry that he might tumble down the steps at any moment.

But he gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the front, moving slowly but with extraordinary determination, step by step.