Carson Flores looked in shock at the graceful figure walking up the tripod cauldron’s legs; wasn’t it Spencer Steele?
No wonder Spencer Steele had been going around alone these past few days; he thought she was avoiding being a third wheel with him and his partner. It turned out she secretly signed up for the Immortal Hall disciple selection.
Carson Flores didn’t feel angry or upset about it. After all, entering the Myriad Immortals Palace, receiving focused training, would be a pretty good path.
Following Carson Flores would perhaps bring the warmth of ho, but in terms of cultivation, it would likely be a disadvantage.
Even though Carson Flores had Tatum Howard’s cultivation technique and the living Ben Singleton, as well as many treasures, it couldn’t compare to the Myriad Immortals Palace, the undisputed king of the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain.
Above the Myriad Immortals Palace, who stands?
The Immortal Realm Master, the Immortal Emperor!
Selah Ellison Venerable One looked surprised, glanced at Carson Flores and asked, "She signed up behind your back. Are you angry?"
Carson Flores smiled wryly, "Though I always thought she was young and needed protection, she’s actually independent. She’s walked alone and grown for years; she has her own ideas. Why should I be angry?"
Selah Ellison Venerable One softly said, "That’s good you’re not angry. I think Spencer signed up for the Immortal Hall disciple selection not just for her own growth, but perhaps also for us, more specifically, for you as her teacher."
Carson Flores blinked, his face becoming subtly complex, "Joining the Myriad Immortals Palace, to protect ?"
Selah Ellison Venerable One nodded, "That’s what I believe."
Carson Flores looked at the steadily advancing figure, sighed lightly, "You might be right, this girl... ah!"
Selah Ellison Venerable One asked, "If that’s her intention, would you stop her?"
Carson Flores was silent for a while, then finally shook his head.
Spencer Steele is no longer a child; if she wants to do sothing, how could he stop her?
Force her to give it up, to keep her by his side?
Maybe doing so is a kind of care for her, but for her personal developnt, it’s a restriction and bondage.
He could tolerate Sergio Wilkins signing up for the Immortal Hall disciple selection and accepted his joining Dragon Cloud Mountain, so why not accept Spencer Steele’s decision?
Selah Ellison Venerable One understood Carson Flores’s complex thoughts, gently took his hand, and said softly, "You should feel happy. You’re her teacher, soone she sees as a father figure, the sole light in her life. She wants to use her abilities to repay you, to protect you, which shows she knows gratitude, that your effort for her is worthwhile."
Carson Flores remained silent for a few seconds, then laughed, "Indeed, I do have the ntality of an old father. If she can join the Myriad Immortals Palace and receive focused training, it’s a good thing. No matter what achievents she attains, there’s likely no need to worry about her being bullied."
Selah Ellison Venerable One teased, "In this Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, bullying soone from the Myriad Immortals Palace is like an old man hanging himself—asking for trouble, isn’t it?"
Neither spoke further, their eyes resting on Spencer Steele’s figure, inwardly hoping and silently cheering for her.
On the tripod cauldron’s legs, everyone bore enormous pressure, stepping slowly, as if on a heavenly ladder-like slope.
At the start, all challengers seed similar, but after the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea, differences began erging.
Many challengers’ steps beca heavy as mountains, their bodies felt burdened by a giant mountain, with each step like walking with a massive peak on their back.
Their power was significantly suppressed; forget flying, they couldn’t even run. Under intense pressure, many coughed up blood and fell into a daze on the ground.
Those who couldn’t reach the summit of the All Living Beings Cauldron would be eliminated. Those still persisting strained against the pressure, slowly moving forward.
Spencer Steele’s forehead already sweated; though she was a Great Land Fairy, she too bore imnse pressure.
This mont distinguished geniuses from ordinary cultivators, growing starkly evident.
The densely packed crowd started thinning, the further ahead, the sparser the formation beca.
Spencer Steele continued bearing the massive pressure, stepping steadily onto the cauldron’s legs, then entered the passage leading inside the All Living Beings Cauldron, advancing to the second stage of the examination.
Watching Spencer Steele’s figure disappear, Carson Flores let out a long sigh of relief.
She finally broke into the next stage. Seeing her body tremble as she walked away, Carson Flores also felt a tight grip in his heart for her.
The scene inside the cauldron was unseen by everyone; the Myriad Immortals Palace didn’t intend for them to see, leaving everyone to wait silently.
The wait lasted half a day.
When the first figure appeared above the All Living Beings Cauldron, everyone cheered, but upon seeing who it was, the cheers quickly quieted.
It was a young man with gray skin tone, wrapped in sothing resembling cloth strips.
Nether Tribe!
The first to pass the second round wasn’t from Human Race, but the Nether Tribe!
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