When Ye Qingchen opened his eyes again, the surrounding scene had changed drastically.
Gone were the wide streets and the endless stream of people. In their place were towering mountain gates and several peaks that pierced the clouds.
The spiritual energy in the air was so dense it had reached its limit, blanketing the scenery in a faint white mist.
On the mountain gate, one could vaguely make out the four large characters for "Central Celestial Academy," carved in an ancient, profound style that drew one in.
A considerable number of people had already gathered before the gate. They were all young Martial Artists, presumably new disciples like Ye Qingchen, waiting for their tests.
In the center of the crowd stood a huge jade tablet, placed there specifically to test the energy of each student's Martial Soul.
