"Isn't this thing a test of spiritual energy? It's useless to a pure physical training cultivator like me," Ethan mused inwardly, his gaze resting on the gleaming Jade Stone.
Despite the noisy crowd and the competitive tension flooding the arena, his mood remained steady—only mildly inconvenienced by such sect conventions.
Soon, his name echoed through the air in the crisp tones of the young deacon standing watch. "Azure Sky Peak, Ethan!"
Ethan stepped forward, his movements composed and confident.
"Here," he announced, his voice unwavering as he presented his name and mountain gate.
"Put your hand on the Jade Stone," the deacon instructed. The expectation in his eyes was clear—another formality, another disciple.
Ethan pressed his palm to the transparent, shimmering stone fixed atop the stone pillar. Letting his essence and blood flow, he felt the tremendous power hidden in his body surge—but the stone remained inert, cold and lightless.
