「Ten days later.」
In the Outer Realm near Holy Tomb Mountain, space suddenly rippled. A massive spatial tunnel immediately expanded outward from the center of the fluctuation...
"Is this... Holy Tomb Mountain?"
The voice arrived before its owner, sounding calm and unconcerned. It was followed by twelve figures—some tall, some burly, some slender. The speaker was their leader, none other than Mu Chen.
Gazing into the distance, Mu Chen beheld a sight of unparalleled beauty. They were on a mountain peak hundreds of miles from Holy Tomb Mountain, the traditional gathering point for its new initiates. After all, passing the Imperial Tournament merely earned them a ticket inside. To truly enter, they had to rely on their own strength. This... was the trial of Holy Tomb Mountain.
