"What's going on …"
"There seems to be an accident at the Secret Tower of Heaven!"
"The pressure on the Secret Tower of Heaven seems to have decreased!"
In the distance, the experts from Shenjian Gate also noticed the abnormality. The pressure on the Secret Tower of Heaven had decreased greatly, and all the disciples could reach the fourth level now.
"Just a few more steps, I did it!"
"Dad, mom, I'm going to succeed!"
The disciples around the Secret Tower of Heaven cried emotionally.
They had worked hard for five years just for this day. They thought that their chances were slim, but they did not expect that they would succeed and reach the fourth level, allowing them to enter the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.
One by one, the disciples reached the fourth level and entered the portal, heading to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.
There were also disciples who continued to climb the stairs, wanting to reach the fifth level.
The pressure on the Secret Tower of Heaven had decreased greatly, but it was not completely gone. It was just that the pressure was less than ten or twenty percent of the usual pressure.
Therefore, many disciples felt that they had a chance to reach the fifth level.
"There seems to be an accident at the Secret Tower of Heaven."
"What's going on? Why would there be an accident at the Secret Tower of Heaven?"
The experts from Shenjian Gate and the attendants below the Secret Tower of Heaven were all stunned. They had never heard of an accident at the Secret Tower of Heaven.
The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords was an isolated area. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least a month for an Origin Spirit Realm disciple to walk out of it.
The vastness of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords was beyond imagination, and there were many dangers and crises that could happen at any time. It was a training ground used by Shenjian Gate to train their disciples.
According to the data from the past years, it would be amazing if there were more than a hundred inner disciples who could walk out of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords successfully.
The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords was almost the same as the outside world. There were also suns, moons, and stars, but it was an isolated area. The experts of Shenjian Gate had long ago taken control of it, and everything was arranged and selected to train the younger disciples.
There were many savage beasts in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, but their cultivation levels were not too high. They were fatal to the inner disciples, but they were not powerless to fight back.
In short, the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords was a place of true forging and tempering. There would be true bloodshed and even life-threatening danger.
The competition was cruel, but no one would say anything. This was a world where the strong were respected. Everything depended on strength. It was the same in Shenjian Gate.
Somewhere in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, there was a spatial teleportation gate.
Two old men in their fifties with extraordinary auras stood in front of the portal. They had the badge of the Shenjian Gate Protector on them.
Behind the two protectors stood the disciples of Shenjian Gate. All of them looked to be in their thirties, and their auras were quite extraordinary.
They were waiting here for the outer court disciples who were able to enter the Myriad Sword Battlefield, so that they could find out how talented these outer court disciples were.
To some extent, the Shenjian Gate didn't want to miss out on any disciple.
"I wonder how many people will be able to enter this time. I remember five years ago, a total of 121 people entered. That's already a lot."
Among the two protectors, the old man with a round waist on the left spoke. He was slightly plump, and his belly was slightly bulging. However, his eyes were filled with a sharp light that couldn't be underestimated.
"It's about time. No one has entered yet. Are these outer court disciples so useless this time?"
The tall and thin protector on the right said. According to the time of the previous Myriad Sword Conferences, it was already late in the morning. Someone should have already come out of the spatial teleportation gate.
"One year is slightly better, the next year is worse. This is normal. After all, they are outer court disciples. It's impossible for them to be outstanding …" The fat protector sighed.
The chubby Protector sighed. He could understand. The Divine Sword Sect did not want to miss out on any talented disciples. However, they did not have much hope for these outer sect disciples.
After all, these disciples were already failures when they didn't become inner court disciples back then.
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"Fortunately, among the young disciples this time, there are such monstrous fellows like Ryugun River, Yun Lingfeng, and Gong Qi. It's the fortune of our Shenjian Gate!"
The tall and thin disciple smiled. Five years ago, when Ryugun River, Yun Lingfeng, and Gong Qi entered the Shenjian Gate, it shocked the entire Shenjian Gate.
In order to hide the strength and talent of these fellows, the Gate deliberately let these fellows appear less in front of the outside world.
"How many years has it been since our Shenjian Gate produced such a group of extraordinary fellows? The Gate has high hopes for them!"
The fat Protector's eyes wavered. As a Protector, he knew very well how much resources the Shenjian Gate had invested in Yun Lingfeng, Ryugun River, and the others in the past five years. It could be said that they had high hopes for them.
"I wonder how Hou Changming is doing over there?"
The tall and skinny protector said with a grin on his face.
"Haha, looking at the situation, it's unlikely that anyone will enter from the fifth level."
The fat Protector smiled. He knew what he meant. In the past hundred years, the number of disciples who could walk out from the fifth level of the Myriad Sword Conference could be counted on one hand. Strictly speaking, the number of disciples who could walk out from the fifth level of the Myriad Sword Conference could be counted on one hand.
In four or five Myriad Sword Conferences, there would only be one outer court disciple who showed extraordinary talent and was able to reach the fifth level of the Heavenly Platform.
In the Myriad Sword Conference five years ago, there was only one extraordinary disciple who reached the fifth level of the Heavenly Platform.
Therefore, this time, it was unlikely that any disciple would reach the fifth level of the Heavenly Platform.
The reason why the Protectors were in the Myriad Sword Battlefield and waited outside the Spatial Portal was because they had the opportunity to pick some disciples they liked to take in.
As a Protector of the Shenjian Gate, they could also take in disciples.
However, every time a new disciple of the Shenjian Gate entered the sect, the talented ones would naturally be remembered by the elders of the various peaks. It was not their turn to be a Protector.
Therefore, the Protectors could only wait in the Myriad Sword Conference and see if they could pick up any leftovers from the re-examination of the outer court disciples. The elders were usually too embarrassed to compete with them, nor did they have the intention to compete.
This was because the re-examination of the disciples were all disciples that the elders did not take a fancy to five years ago.
Protector Hou Changming was the Protector who had lost in the drawing of lots this time and could only wait at the Spatial Portal on the other side.
That Spatial Portal was connected to the fifth level of the Heavenly Platform. Those who could walk out from the Spatial Portal were all King Grade talents.
How could a King Grade talent be missed out so easily five years ago?
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