The Wizard Path From The Simulator

The Golden Core cultivator from Green Origin True Sect, who had just spoken, didn’t dare to express his anger openly.

After all, Milton Cheney was a genuine Golden Core Great Perfection; he was not someone to be trifled with.

Who knew whether Milton Cheney would become a lord at the True Monarch Level in the future.

So it was better to avoid provoking him if possible.

The atmosphere became somewhat strange in an instant after Milton Cheney spoke indifferently, and the previously noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

A hush enveloped the entire White Jade Immortal Mountain instantaneously.

Everyone began to silently check the light spots on the Light Screen, looking for any good prospects.

Milton Cheney chuckled to himself at the sight.

He wasn’t afraid of offending people; those Golden Core late-stage cultivators did not even register in his eyes.

The reason he claimed that Thunder Spiritual Root wasn’t actually known to the other cultivators present; it was for other reasons entirely.

As time slowly passed, ever since Milton Cheney spoke, none of those present had opened their mouths to discuss further.

However, Milton Cheney could still sense the changes in their expressions through his spiritual sense.

They were communicating with each other through sound transmission.

“Sect Master, do we still want…”

A voice suddenly entered Milton Cheney’s sea of consciousness.

Upon hearing this voice, Milton Cheney’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, still calmly surveying the light spots on the Light Screen.

“No need,”

Milton Cheney responded with a sound transmission.

It was time to stop while he was ahead. Although Milton Cheney wasn’t afraid of the people present, incurring collective wrath was also undesirable.

His previous claim was still reasonable, after all, Milton Cheney was the person in charge of this Ascending Immortal Meeting, so reserving one Immortal Seedling was permissible.

But if he were to become too greedy, it would likely provoke public anger.

Should someone lose patience and throw a few Nascent Soul Talismans at him, he would be heading for a chilling turn of events.

Therefore, after making his initial claim, Milton Cheney did not continue to speak up.

He was playing it safe, not wanting any mishaps to occur.

If he hadn’t spotted an interesting scene involving that young man with the Thunder Spiritual Root, Milton Cheney wouldn’t even have been interested in the Thunder Spiritual Root.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, several months had flown by.

The four massive light columns gradually began to dim.

Suddenly, the light columns flashed as if exhibiting a final surge of light before the end.

In the next moment, the once briefly revived light columns completely faded, and all the participants of the Trial were transported out of the Mystic Realm.

Milton Cheney roughly glanced over and surmised that about one-tenth of the people had perished in the Trial.

The number was not insignificant, yet not overwhelmingly large either.

The rest who survived had varied expressions: some calm, some excited, some expectant.

Only one-fifth of these survivors would have the chance to join the Four Great True Sects.

That’s why their expressions were so mixed.

After all, the Ascending Immortal Meeting only took place once every two hundred years, and missing this chance meant they would likely never have another.

Milton Cheney’s gaze lingered for a moment on the young man with the Thunder Spiritual Root.

The young man appeared calm, seemingly unworried about whether he could pass the Ascending Immortal Meeting’s Trial.

“Silence!”

“This Trial has comprehensively tested your Spiritual Roots, your mental state, and your will.”

“Now you may try to step out from the Ascending Immortal Pillars. If you can walk out, it means that you have failed the Trial. If you cannot, it implies that you have succeeded.”

A middle-aged woman standing beside Milton Cheney spoke up.

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Upon hearing this, people inside the Ascending Immortal Pillars began to move.

One by one, they attempted to walk out beyond the Light Columns, and the vast majority did so without any hindrance.

Upon exiting the Light Columns, these individuals seemed suddenly bewildered for a moment, then looked around quickly, realizing what had happened almost instantly.

They had done their homework before coming here, after all.

There were also a few who, when they got near the inside edge of the Light Columns, were impeded by a sudden force, preventing them from moving further.

“As expected, those who failed the Trial are being automatically stripped of some memories,”

Milton Cheney observed this scene with a faint flicker in his eyes and muttered to himself.

He had researched the Ascending Immortal Meeting before coming as well.

The Ascending Immortal Meeting had been conducted for nearly four thousand years, yet in all that time no one within the Four Nations had any concrete knowledge of its specific processes.

They only had some ambiguous information, mostly falsehoods mixed with a sliver of truth.

The reason for such good secrecy was precisely due to the Trial’s nature.

Those who failed the Trial would soon forget all information regarding it after leaving.

Even those with naturally strong souls could only grasp at fragments of memory.

As for those who passed the Trial and were recruited by the sects, they were sworn by the Great Dao not to reveal any information about the Trial.

It was precisely because of this that the Ascending Immortal Meeting of the Four Great True Sects had remained so mysterious.

In fact, the White Jade Immortal Sect from a hundred thousand years ago was shrouded in even more mystery than the present True Sects.

Even among the ten Immortal Doors of the Northern Thirteen Domains, it was the most enigmatic.

However, for reasons unknown, this sect collapsed almost instantly without any sign of resistance one hundred thousand years ago.

While researching this Ascending Immortal Meeting, Milton Cheney had also looked into the White Jade Immortal Sect.

But even with the help of the entire Purple Melody True Sect to gather information, what he learned about the White Jade Immortal Sect was nearly negligible.