Ten peaks rose from the majestic mountain like ten fingers. At the foot of each peak stood ten heavy stone doors that one needed to cross in order to ascend the peaks, blocking the paths of numerous disciples.

Zhou Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain, sighing inside as he gazed at the ten stone doors. Once he passed through any of these doors, he would finally be promoted to a purple sash disciple, and become a pillar of the Cangxuan Sect.

Of course, what naturally followed ...