Chapter 99

The mountains undulate, ancient trees cover the land, and mist swirls around. The closer one gets to the Buxi Pavilion, the more spiritual and beautiful the mountains become. The mountains are not steep, but they are shrouded in clouds and mist, with various auspicious beasts appearing.

Along the way, many lakes can be seen, clear and pristine, with spiritual fish swimming in them, their scales shimmering with brilliant patterns, making the lake surface sparkle and full of vitality.

"Truly a wonderful place! Even the outer area of the Buxi Pavilion has such dense spiritual energy, very suitable for cultivation," someone praised.

"Hmm, no wonder they have been passed down from ancient times. Just from this spiritual land, it is destined to be prosperous and peaceful," another person added.

The number of people on the road increased, a wide path running through the mountains. At this point, various vicious beasts could no longer be seen, making it much safer, and all that could be seen were spiritual birds and auspicious beasts.

After traveling more than a hundred miles, a huge stele stood ahead, with three large characters engraved on it: Buxi Pavilion.

The writing was strong and powerful, and a vast and grand aura seemed to emanate from it, as if a giant spirit were standing there, looking down on everyone.

Only by reaching this point could one be considered close to the Buxi Pavilion, but this was still not the main gate, just the outer area.

"So many people!" Qingfeng exclaimed. Upon arriving here, he found that tens of thousands of people were already waiting, filling the mountain area.

"How can there be so many people?" others were also surprised.

Someone nearby said, "Don't you think about it? Who wouldn't want to enter the Buxi Pavilion? This is an ancient pure land, and some large tribes go to great lengths to secure a spot."

These tens of thousands of people had arrived long ago, waiting here for many days. The mountain area in front of the stele was very crowded, and even the nearby low hills were covered with animal skins, with people sitting in meditation.

"The land is vast, the journey is long, and the Great Wasteland stretches for tens of thousands of miles. Many people simply can't make it. Otherwise, there would be even more people," an old man sighed.

He was right; people from small tribes couldn't travel more than a few thousand miles, and even with the entire tribe's efforts, it was difficult to reach.

To select true geniuses, the Buxi Pavilion sends out messengers every year to travel through the Great Wasteland, visiting various tribes, personally selecting children with good potential, and escorting them to the Buxi Pavilion.

The tens of thousands of people ahead were all escorted by large tribes or super tribes. Only tribes with sufficient strength could cross hundreds of thousands of miles and bring their people here.

It can be said that these tens of thousands of people were very regionally divided, all organized by tribes. A large tribe would select a large group of children and send them here together.

"This isn't even the most crowded. In a few days, when the selection begins, there will be even more people," a teenager around fifteen or sixteen sighed. This was his third time coming with his tribe, and he had been rejected the first two times.

"Little brother, look, there are many mysterious people searching for something. Could they be looking for you?" Qingfeng whispered.

"Um!" Xiaobudian nodded.

The news of his coming to the Buxi Pavilion had spread in the Divine Realm months ago. Many major forces, including royal families, had sent warriors to wait here.

Not far away, a group of people in black armor had eyes like lightning, walking with the grace of dragons and tigers. They clearly came from a disciplined military, scanning the crowd.

Unfortunately, there were too many people, tens of thousands, and they were very troubled, unable to identify anyone.

Not far away, a white divine feather floated in the air, with a dozen women standing on it, their eyes scanning the crowd, clearly searching for something.

There were many such groups. Xiaobudian's eyes swept over the area, and he saw dozens or even hundreds of them nearby, not counting those he hadn't noticed or those further away.

Just the scouts sent by these major forces numbered in the thousands, a massive mobilization.

"Fluffy, stop pretending to be dead, get up quickly," Xiaobudian pulled up the little monkey on his shoulder, who was yawning.

It was round and originally golden, but now it was as dirty as Xiaobudian, its fur stained black by animal blood.

"Change yourself to look ordinary, don't let anyone recognize you," Xiaobudian reminded. This was not an ordinary place, and if someone recognized him with a golden Zhu Yan, it would cause big trouble.

Fluffy grumbled in dissatisfaction, its fur instantly turning gray, and its big eyes losing their luster, looking somewhat dazed, then it lay on his shoulder and fell asleep again.

At the same time, Xiaobudian was also changing, his face becoming rounder, finally looking like a big, cute apple, with his big eyes squeezed smaller due to the roundness of his face.

"Wow, it really works!" Qingfeng was surprised, then smiled, thinking that although Little Brother wasn't as handsome as before, he looked so cute, and she wanted to pinch his cheeks.

This was the only small divine skill Xiaobudian had learned from Fluffy, a transformation technique that could change one's appearance and bones, truly wondrous.

Zhu Yan, a type of ancient divine ape, was said to know seventy-two transformations, a supreme treasure technique that once shook the ancient world.

Unfortunately, Fluffy's runes were shattered, and its marks were destroyed, leaving only this small transformation. The seventy-two transformations, this great divine skill, were no longer complete and could not be manifested.

Just like the three heads and six arms, these two great divine skills were no longer visible, which made Xiaobudian very regretful. He had studied Fluffy for a long time but found nothing.

"Qingfeng, you can go straight to the main gate. With that talisman, you don't need to undergo any tests and will directly become one of the most important disciples of the Buxi Pavilion."

"I..." Qingfeng lowered her head. This talisman was obtained by Little Brother, and now he was giving it to her, making her feel ashamed. She had said many times that she wanted to go through the tests herself, but Little Brother always disagreed.

"There's no need to be so polite between us; we are good brothers," Xiaobudian encouraged.

"Little Brother, are you planning to leave?" Qingfeng was worried.

"Don't worry, I won't leave. Having come to this ancient pure land, I must learn something. I can't leave empty-handed," Xiaobudian said.

"I'll stay with you for a few more days until you go through the tests," Qingfeng said, afraid that Xiaobudian would leave.

"Someone has entered with a talisman!" someone nearby exclaimed, causing a stir. Everyone was envious, and the eyes of tens of thousands of people turned red.

"This is the fifteenth one. In the past few days, several dozen children have entered with talismans."

Xiaobudian and Qingfeng were surprised and paid attention.

"This isn't the most glorious thing. Do you see those palaces in the distance? They house some very important figures. The special children they send don't need any talismans to enter the highest halls for study."

Someone pointed to the palaces on the beautiful mountain peaks, where noble guests resided, with their auspicious beasts lying on the mountains.

Everyone was solemn. There were people from the Little Western Heaven, the daughter of the Supreme Human Emperor, descendants of ancient relics, visitors from other realms, and powerful figures like Shi Yi.

After several days, the day finally arrived. The Buxi Pavilion was about to begin the selection process for the new disciples of the year.

Indeed, the number of people had increased significantly, now numbering around eighty to ninety thousand, densely packed, all waiting in the outer area of the Buxi Pavilion.

Finally, a group of people came from the distant main gate, standing on animal bones or sitting on strange stones, all covered in runes, floating several feet above the ground, looking at the crowd. Important figures from the Buxi Pavilion appeared, leading the crowd toward the true main gate without any extra words.

Along the way, the mountains were like coiled dragons, with great momentum. Occasionally, one could see ancient herbs growing on the cliffs and in the crevices, but no one picked them.

Here, people witnessed part of the ancient pure land's foundation, showing signs of surprise.

"Hey, a rare Dog Leaf Vine, it's almost extinct. This one has been growing for at least a few hundred years," someone pointed out.

On a low hill, a black vine with strange leaves stretched out, growing well, with leaves like black jade, but with peculiar shapes, resembling black dogs. It wasn't very thick, only as thick as a wrist, and several meters long.

"Don't have any ideas. The Buxi Pavilion knows about these ancient herbs and will continue to cultivate them until they become true spiritual herbs, even if it takes a thousand years, leaving them for future generations," someone reminded.

Along the way, people saw many ancient herbs, all very rare. If they were outside, they would have been picked long ago, but here they were all reserved, cultivated in the mountains, and no one touched them.

"There's a spiritual herb!" someone exclaimed.

By the roadside, there was a stone forest with a cold pond in the middle, emitting purple mist. Even from a distance, it was bone-chillingly cold. Next to the pond, a plant with four purple leaves, emitting a faint glow, and with star patterns on each leaf, grew.

"This is a Star Grass, with four leaves. It's indeed a spiritual herb, extremely rare, a true spiritual plant!" people exclaimed.

Once again, people witnessed the foundation of the Buxi Pavilion. In the outer area, such rare spiritual herbs were cultivated, without fear of theft.

"Little Brother, the spiritual herbs we collected don't seem to compare to this one," Qingfeng whispered, her face full of surprise.

Xiaobudian nodded. They had traveled through the Great Wasteland for tens of thousands of miles, enduring many hardships, and collected a dozen precious herbs. But now, only three or four could be considered true spiritual herbs, which he and Qingfeng had already consumed.

In fact, Qingfeng's rapid breakthrough to the middle stage of the Blood Movement realm was closely related to those two or three true spiritual herbs.

"Later, we'll study and see if we can let Fluffy come out more often to help the Buxi Pavilion's herb fields catch pests and remove weeds. Yes, and also pick some herbs," Xiaobudian said.

Qingfeng was shocked and quickly closed her mouth, not daring to mention it again.

Finally, they arrived at a huge mountain gate, with two stone mountains forming a natural entrance, majestic and grand, enveloped in a faint auspicious aura.

"Every year, many people come here, but only a few can enter. I hope this year more people will step through this gate," an old man with a sage-like