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"Alright!" Bai Xiaosheng nodded approvingly. Whatever Zheng Yang\'s final talent might be, this resolute mindset was something he admired.

Zheng Yang strode forward. Before he even approached the Myriad Forms Chart, a powerful oppressive force bore down on his mind. In an instant, it felt as though he had entered a unique space.

Here, countless straight paths intertwined into a web, stretching endlessly into the distance. Each path was identical, without any discernible differences, as if he had fallen into an enormous chip. All around were identical grids of light, making it impossible to find a clear direction.

The Myriad Forms Chart connects with the myriad forms of the world and calculates all things, involving immense computation. Ordinary people trapped within could easily lose themselves, falling into endless darkness if they couldn\'t find a way out.

This is why the chart is used to test talent. Success brings great benefits, but failure can be perilous.

"If they\'re all the same, I\'ll just pick a direction and move forward!"

Zheng Yang didn\'t feel lost. Instead, he smiled slightly, flipped his wrist, and a long spear appeared in his hand. Tossing it lightly, the weapon hovered in mid-air, acting like a compass, pointing in a specific direction.

His teacher had once taught him: in any labyrinth or illusion, as long as you pick a direction and persist without doubt or hesitation, you’ll eventually find the way out.

Back at Hongtian Academy, when he first met his teacher, Zheng Yang had been disheartened from heartbreak and lost confidence in his spear techniques, unable to unleash their full power.

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With his unshakable confidence, the space of countless roads collapsed into nothingness. The next moment, he found himself in a world of complete darkness. If the previous challenge tested his confidence and sense of direction, this one probed his courage and conviction.

Outside, in the hall, the three Great Elders watched the youth below as they whispered among themselves.

"Elder Sun, did you activate the Myriad Forms Chart directly?" The elder on the left frowned.

"Yes," Elder Sun, seated in the center, stroked his beard. "Ouyang Hai was personally trained by me, and I know his temperament well. Since he recommended these three, they must be extraordinary. I wanted to see their full potential."

"The Myriad Forms Chart, once activated, creates a world with each step, a universe with each thought. Without unshakable conviction, unparalleled willpower, tremendous mental fortitude, and astonishing courage, it’s impossible to reach the end. Back then, even with my cultivation at the peak of the Star River Realm, I only managed seven steps," the elder on the right nodded.

"I made it eight," said the first elder.

Elder Sun smiled faintly. "I barely managed nine steps myself. I won’t ask for much—if this lad can make it six steps, I’ll personally take him as a disciple." ŗ

"Let’s see. Even if his talent is high, he’s still too young, and his cultivation is too shallow. Without much tempering, managing three steps would already be impressive!" The elder on the left shook his head.

As they conversed, Zheng Yang advanced without hesitation, stepping forward decisively.

"So quickly? He’s already out of the maze of paths?" The elder on the right was stunned. Before he could finish his thought, Zheng Yang had taken another step, unwavering and determined.

Step two. Step three. Step four.

In just five breaths, Zheng Yang had crossed five steps!

"This..."

The three Great Elders felt their scalps tingle as they stared wide-eyed, looking as though they had seen a ghost.

This was the Myriad Forms Chart, where each step was a world. Why did it feel like a child’s plaything in front of him?

Normally, taking five steps within half an hour was already the mark of a genius among geniuses. Yet Zheng Yang had done it in five breaths.

Whoosh!

Zheng Yang took his sixth step.

"Elder Sun, are you taking him as a disciple? If not, I will!" The elder on the right was already trembling with excitement.

If they had previously doubted Ouyang Hai\'s claim of finding three geniuses, now all such doubts were gone.

"I..." Elder Sun was about to speak when the youth in question advanced again.

Step seven. Step eight. Step nine.

What had been insurmountable obstacles in the eyes of the elders appeared as nothing more than children’s toys to Zheng Yang. By his tenth step, he had reached the Myriad Forms Chart and placed his hand gently upon it.

"Ten steps? This is a true genius, an absolute prodigy!"

All three elders stood up at once. If they had been indifferent before, now they were fully energized.

The strongest among them had only managed nine steps. Yet this young man had achieved ten with ease, implying a future surpassing even theirs.

Their current strength was nearly at the pinnacle of the Source World. To surpass them would mean reaching a level capable of challenging the greatest powers.

"Ten steps so effortlessly... How many stars do you think he’ll light up on the chart?"

"I lit up nine. I think he’ll reach at least ten!"

Buzz!

Before the discussion could finish, the Myriad Forms Chart released a dazzling radiance. Star after star emerged, outlining a celestial expanse. Among them, a star shaped like a long spear shone the brightest.

"A sky full of stars, the galaxy above... This is the mark of an unparalleled genius. He must have the qualifications to comprehend a Second-Stage Fate!"

"A once-in-a-millennium genius! I must take him as my disciple!"

"Elder Sun, didn’t you say you weren’t taking disciples anymore? Leave him to me. The other two are also talented; you can choose one of them, but this one is mine!"

Looking at the star-filled room, the three Great Elders could no longer maintain their composure.

Bai Xiaosheng stood frozen, trembling uncontrollably.

This talent surpassed even imperial-grade, far exceeding his own abilities. Could such a genius truly exist in this world?

"I knew he would be extraordinary..." Ouyang Hai let out a sigh of relief.

Although he had known Zheng Yang could ignite 99 sticks of Destiny Incense, he had no idea about his other talents or how far he could go in the test. His cautious suggestion was merely to encourage him to last longer. He hadn’t anticipated such an explosive performance right from the start.

It seemed not only would he avoid punishment, but his contributions would earn him immense rewards.

"Alright, step down now. Who’s next?" Bai Xiaosheng suppressed his excitement and called for the next candidate.

"Senior Sister, I’ll go!" Zhao Ya was about to step forward when Wang Ying timidly interjected.

"Fine, you go!" Zhao Ya smiled and nodded.

"Alright!" Wang Ying glanced curiously at Zheng Yang, who had just returned. "Senior Brother, was the test hard?"

Zheng Yang shook his head. "Not too hard. Just make your way to the chart and press it. The challenges along the way... teacher has prepared us for them."

"Got it!" Hearing his explanation, Wang Ying grinned and skipped forward.

Meanwhile, the three Great Elders were already arguing heatedly over who would take Zheng Yang as a disciple.

"That’s the peak. The other two might be talented, but there’s no way they’ll surpass this one. His talent is unparalleled. If any of you try to take him, I’ll sever ties with you!"

"Fine, sever ties then! As if I’m afraid... He’s mine. Take the other two if you want; I don’t care, but this one is non-negotiable!"

"Enough! I was the first to claim him. He’s obviously mine. You two can split the others."

"Why should we?" The other two elders glared.

"Ahem..." Bai Xiaosheng’s voice cut through. "Could you three hold off your argument and watch the other two tests first?"

Elder Sun shook his head. "No need. Elder Li is right; the boy just now is definitely the peak. No one else could possibly surpass, surpass—"

His voice faltered as his eyes fell on the hall.

The girl they thought couldn’t possibly surpass Zheng Yang, Wang Ying, had skipped up to the Myriad Forms Chart. Her ponytail swung as she radiated youthful energy.

Skipping... She had skipped all ten steps?

Did the obstacles in this treasured artifact have no effect on her at all?

Buzz!

Before they could recover from their shock, Wang Ying placed her hand on the chart. Similarly, a sky full of stars appeared, with one special star shining brilliantly.

"That’s... Spirit? Could she have mastered the Spirit Fate?"

The three elders felt their vision darken as they struggled to process this.

A Spear Fate was indeed powerful, likely reaching the Third Stage. However, advancing to the Second Stage would be incredibly challenging.

The Spirit Fate, on the other hand, was inherently at the Second Stage. For the Spirit Race, its clan leader was a figure on par with the head of the Myriad Forms Sect.

If this was true, Wang Ying’s talent was even more astounding than Zheng Yang’s.

"Elder Sun, the boy is yours. This girl is mine. From this moment on, she’s my disciple!"

The elder on the left smiled broadly.

"Nonsense! Earlier, you insisted on taking the boy. I conceded, so this girl is mine!" Elder Sun waved dismissively.

"You two have no shame! W

eren’t you the ones claiming you wouldn’t take her as a disciple? She’s clearly mine!"

As the three elders argued again, the final participant, Zhao Ya, frowned slightly.

"It’s just a talent test; why are you all so noisy?"

Her figure flickered, and in a move that looked like teleportation, she appeared directly before the Myriad Forms Chart.

"Did she just... run over?" The three elders were utterly stupefied.

They had always believed their ability to take seven, eight, or nine steps was extraordinary, proof of their unparalleled talent. But now, one had casually walked ten steps, another had skipped her way through, and the last had outright sprinted past the obstacles.

Before they could recover, Zhao Ya reached out and touched the chart, completing her test without breaking a sweat.

"It seems our ‘ceiling’ was far too low..." Elder Sun lamented.

Just when he thought Zheng Yang was the pinnacle, it turned out that all three were far beyond their imagination. The "ceiling" they spoke of was nothing more than a fragile construct easily shattered by these prodigies.

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