Witnessing the unusual scene and hearing Qiu Sheng's words, the cultivators on the platform were astonished and quickly rose to their feet. They knew that their chances of being admitted into the prestigious Luoyun Sect depended entirely on these three individuals, so they naturally wanted to leave a favorable impression. Seeing that these independent cultivators were well-mannered and orderly, Qiu Sheng smiled with satisfaction. "I'm sure all of you are already familiar with our Sect's admission criteria. Then, I shall not elaborate further. Any cultivator with two or three spiritual roots, a unique body type, a foundational cultivation technique at level six or above, and under the age of twenty, is invited to step forward." Qiu Sheng spoke calmly and with a serious demeanor. Upon hearing this, a wave of excitement rippled through the crowd, but after a brief moment, only four young people stepped forward—three men and one woman. "You will follow Liu Zhi, who will evaluate each of your cultivation potentials." "Chuang Senior coldly glanced at them and spoke calmly. At that moment, the young man with a pale face beside him stepped forward two paces, raised his hand without a word, and a beam of white light shot out from his sleeve, spiraling before transforming into a large, magnificent silk cloth, floating gently several feet above the ground. "Come up all of you," he said, his expression composed. "I'll take you to another place to assess your qualifications. Those who don't meet the standard will naturally be sent back." With a swift movement, the young man stepped onto the floating silk cloth and said matter-of-factly. The four individuals exchanged glances, hesitated briefly, and then obediently climbed onto the cloth. Only then did Chuang Senior press his palm into a seal, causing the white light to surge brightly, and the silk cloth expanded into a brilliant white glow, soaring skyward. After watching the young man depart, Chuang Senior turned to the remaining Han and others, his expression slightly easing, and continued: "Now, all friends with cultivation levels above ten—regardless of your spiritual root quality or age—come forward. You will follow Yu's younger brother." As long as one's origin and background are without significant issues, admission to our sect is possible. As for the others, those wishing to join our lineage must undergo a series of evaluations. Only those who successfully pass will be accepted by Luoyun Sect. Otherwise, kindly continue refining your cultivation for several more years, and return when your proficiency has advanced, to attempt again. As soon as these words were spoken, the previously quiet crowd stirred into activity. Most of the independent practitioners, aside from a few exceptions, expressed clear disappointment. The selection criteria this time were clearly much stricter than in the previous instance, leaving many who had held out a slender hope deeply disheartened. Although the concluding remark offered the opportunity to participate in the evaluations—seeming to leave a pathway open—it was widely understood that this was merely a courteous formality. After all, so many had come with eager anticipation, and Luoyun Sect could not simply dismiss them without offering even a single chance. Yet for cultivators with foundational techniques below the tenth level, these tests are naturally extremely rigorous—basic seventh or eighth level practitioners have virtually no chance, while ninth-level independent cultivators actually have a real chance. In past testing cycles, there have indeed been ninth-level cultivators who passed, though the number remains rare. These successful candidates may not possess exceptional innate talent or technique, but they undoubtedly excel in perseverance and determination. Thus, even if they lack great promise in cultivation, they may achieve notable accomplishments in other scholarly pursuits. The Luoyun Sect does not hesitate to embrace such individuals. Amidst the admiration of many, Han Li and six other cultivators stepped forward. After a brief glance, the elder nodded. Seeing this, the energetic young man immediately released a flying artifact—a large circular bronze basin—appearing before Han Li and the others. This time, without needing to speak, Han Li and the other cultivators gracefully took their turns boarding the artifact. At that moment, the bronze basin transformed into a streak of yellow light, soaring away from the scene and heading deep into the heart of Yunmeng Mountain. As for the lesser cultivators who lacked the qualifications, whether or not any of them would participate in the trials and eventually join Luoyun Sect,韩立 had no means of witnessing nor cared at all. Now, within the yellow protective aura of the basin, he was keenly observing the six companions traveling with him. Four men and two women. Aside from one composed, quiet young woman in yellow robes, barely in her twenties, the others appeared to be in their thirties or older. Even one of the young cultivators in green robes seemed to be in his fifties. Though publicly he appeared to be the most advanced among the group, with a cultivation level of the twelfth stage of Qi Condensation,韩立 still couldn't help but lightly sigh and shake his head. For lower-tier cultivators with mediocre innate potential, reaching beyond the tenth stage would require significantly more time and effort than ordinary individuals, especially without any fortunate opportunities. This also meant that among these people, Han Li and the yellow-robed woman, though appearing to be in their early twenties, were the two youngest. Back then, with his pseudo-essence root qualification, if it hadn't been for that enigmatic small bottle of unknown origin, he likely wouldn't have broken through to the fifth or sixth layer of cultivation even by the time he reached the age of this green-robed cultivator—let alone entered a major immortal sect. Han Li paused and reflected on his experiences over the years, and for the first time in a long while, he found himself momentarily stunned. After regaining his composure, he glanced at the others. They seemed ordinary enough, all radiating excitement. However, when his gaze lingered a moment longer on the bearded man, his eyes briefly narrowed slightly before returning to their usual expression. This wasn't due to any distinctive appearance or attire of the man, but upon closer inspection, an indescribable cold, eerie atmosphere seemed to emanate from him. This cold aura was exceptionally subtle. Even with Han Li's now profoundly refined senses, it had nearly gone unnoticed upon closer inspection. This was no ordinary qi fluctuation expected from someone practicing the Five Elements foundational techniques—clearly, the youth had mastered some special internal method or诀, which accounted for this phenomenon. Yet Han Li's observation confirmed that the young man's cultivation level was indeed at the tenth stage of Qi Condensation, with no signs of pretense. This subtle discrepancy prompted Han Li to remain composed on the surface, yet stirred a quiet sense of contemplation within. As Han Li pondered these observations, the massive bronze basin, under the direction of the youth named Yu, suddenly materialized before an endless expanse of misty sea. The misty sea appeared to be thick with swirling white vapor, densely packed, and beneath its surface, a constant rumble of fierce winds and thunder could be heard—far from ordinary. Han Li's mind stirred at this sight, and as he extended his awareness into the mist, his sense of courage faltered after only a dozen or so zhang—something immediately blocked his probing, preventing him from penetrating beyond. Han Li was struck with sudden awareness, realizing that this white mist was no ordinary seal—it was likely a powerful spell generated by the protective array of the Luoyun Sect. He dared not make any hasty attempts and promptly withdrew his divine awareness. The several independent practitioners accompanying Han Li, gazing at the boundless sea of mist, all displayed expressions of reverence. Though they had never encountered any array before, the astonishing and unprecedented spectacle of this magical seal left them awestruck. At that moment, the young man with the Yu surname changed his hand seal, and his flying vehicle gradually came to a halt. He then reached into his storage sack, pulling out a pale green array banner. Before Han Li and the others, he began reciting incantations, and the green banner started emitting faint, shimmering streaks of pale green light, gradually growing brighter and more radiant. "Open!" As he finished his incantation, the spirited young man immediately widened his eyes and pointed the green banner directly at the white mist before him. A column of jade-colored light, as thick as a serving bowl, surged forth from the flag's tip and pierced straight through the misty sea. A stunning sight unfolded. While the surrounding mist continued to roll and churn as before, a small patch of mist before them suddenly calmed. A clear, melodic hum resonated, and the white vapor parted twice, revealing a passage several zhang wide. Seeing this, the young man named Yu did not hesitate. He activated his foot-based artifact instantly, carrying the group swiftly through the passage, and they vanished from sight within moments. Not long after, the passage quietly sealed itself, and the wind and thunder resumed. After a cup of tea's worth of time, Han Li and his companions finally emerged from the mist, arriving in a secluded, idyllic landscape. Before they could fully take in their surroundings, a strong surge of spiritual energy washed over them. Han Li involuntarily drew a deep breath, then smiled in relief as he settled his gaze. What a vast expanse of land! Everywhere, lush greenery, birdsong, and floral fragrance fill the air. Before them rise several towering peaks, some distant, others close at hand, each reaching thousands of feet in height. Surrounding these mountains, countless homes, pavilions, and halls dot the landscape, bustling with practitioners dressed in various garments, moving in and out, flying about, seemingly very busy. "Take a good look," the young man said, smiling warmly at the amazement and excitement on their faces. "This is where our sect, the Luoyun Sect, has its main mountain gate—the Six Miraculous Peaks. Should you truly join our order, this very place will become your home and your teacher's abode. But for now, let us first go to Yingsong Pavilion on Tianquan Peak to learn about your backgrounds and origins. Then, we'll conduct a thorough assessment of your cultivation techniques and levels of proficiency." With that, he smiled, then pointed toward the nearest peak among them.