Time stealthily flowed as the final month gradually reached its end.

There was only a single day left before the peak selection ceremony.

The atmosphere in the outer mountains was tense to the limit, numerous disciples everywhere wearing grim expressions, while nervousness hid within the depths of their eyes. Every single one of them understood the importance of tomorrow's peak selection ceremony.

A single step to become a dragon, or a single step to become a worm.

In these short three months after arriving at the Cangxuan Sect, they had deeply experienced how immense of an entity it was, possessing various cultivation resources that their empires or clans could never hope to have.

Just the outer mountains alone was already such an eye-opener. What kind of world would they see if they became inner mountain disciples?

It was clear as day to them. Only here could they truly step onto the great path of cultivation.

The imminent peak selection ceremony was the first trial they had to face in the Cangxuan Sect. Only by passing it would they finally ascend the...