Under Cang Yue's instruction, the candidates lined up and walked toward the divine stone one by one. 0

The first threshold was a hundred zhang, yet the moment many of them stepped into that range, they started struggling. The stone exerted a strange pressure on their minds, and those who could not bear it crumpled to the ground and were carried away, eliminated on the spot. 0

Those who made it to within several dozen zhang showed more promise, but it still was not enough. The rule was to get within ten zhang and stay there until one incense stick burned out. Only those who managed that could call themselves disciples of the Sacred Land of Tai Cang. 0

Cang Yue watched hopeful young martial artists collapse one after another before the stone. The sight stirred some emotion in his heart. He remembered what it had been like to stand where they stood. Back then, he had been nothing more than a wandering rogue of the jianghu, fighting and struggling as he lived on the edge of the blade. 0

Then, at one point, he came to the Sacred Land of Tai Cang to try...0