Chapter 5008 — The Primeval Sect
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Expedition teams have ventured deep into the heart of Shennongjia dozens of times, armed with every kind of cutting-edge equipment and paying for the effort with several precious lives, yet to this day no one has truly surveyed the whole of it. What secrets lie buried in its depths, no one knows.
In other words, this is one of the few remaining unknown places on earth.
Yet deep within this unknown land stands a towering mountain gate, its magnificent and solemn complex of buildings blending seamlessly into the surrounding primeval forest, without the slightest incongruity, as though these structures were themselves the handiwork of nature's uncanny craft—seen from afar, wholly unforced, one breath, one blood.
Beyond the gate lies an open clearing, where a group of male and female disciples now stand, their bearing proud and vigorous. At their head is a white-bearded elder in the midst of delivering a lecture.
"The once-in-a-millennium trial of the Primeval Sect's disciples begins today, in earnest. All disciples of the Primeval Sect who meet the qualifications must descend into the secular world for their trial. Remember: none among you may commit any act that violates the laws of the secular world, and under no circumstances may you go looking for trouble. Offenders will be severely punished," the white-bearded elder said gravely.
"Yes!" the assembled disciples answered in unison.
"For this trial, we will select outstanding disciples with spiritual roots of dual attributes or above to return to the Primeval Sect in Shennongjia. You have but one year. Once that time is exceeded, the Primeval Passage will close of its own accord, and those who cannot return will have to wait for the next millennium. Is that understood by all?" the white-bearded elder said, his expression stern.
"Yes!" the disciples answered once more.
Among these people were men and women, old and young alike. Had Wei Zhao witnessed this scene, he would certainly have been astonished, for their strength all surpassed the Great Perfection of the Heaven Tier—these people were, astonishingly, all experts of the Heavenly Dao stage!
In the secular world, at a villa in the Xueshang residential compound.
Counting the days, three full years had passed since Wei Zhao left this place. Even Ying Ziyu had become a third-year university student. Returning to the villa after class, she spotted Wu Chengtian from afar, sprawled idly on a lounge chair by the door.
"Gatekeeper Uncle Wu. Tell me, must your life be this monotonous? Every time I see you, you're lying at the gate playing on your phone. Keep this up and you really will turn into Gatekeeper Uncle Wu!" Ying Ziyu could not help but mock him at the sight of Wu Chengtian's languid state.
"What else am I supposed to do besides play on my phone? I don't have school to go to like you, and there's nothing else to do..." Wu Chengtian did not even lift his head, continuing to play on his phone.
That was the honest truth; his life these three years had followed basically that rhythm. He could find no passion in it at all. It felt as though he had settled into early retirement like an old man, utterly unlike the fiery years of his past.
Still, this was entirely normal. He was now at the Great Perfection of the Heaven Tier, an invincible existence in the secular world. Apart from watching over Wei Zhao's confidantes in the villa, he simply could find nothing else to do, and Wu Chengtian had long grown accustomed to this retired life.
"You really are idle!" Ying Ziyu stuck out her tongue and leaned over to sneak a glance, then cried out in amazement: "You play this game too? Lots of my classmates play it—I thought only young people like us did. I never expected an uncle your age to be playing the Campus Belle 3D mobile game!"
"How am I an uncle your age?" Wu Chengtian's expression was deeply wounded.