When sect master Qing Yang’s powerful voice boomed across the area, the entire place seemed to violently shudder as the mists enveloping the Genesis reservoir swiftly began to recede at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

An endless sea appeared within the disciples’ sights.

The purple sash disciples were still able to remain calm. After all, they had several chances to enter every year. In contrast, the non purple sash disciples trembled with emotion, their heads ...