472: Chapter 472 Disciple Status Division!!

Taixuan Star.

The core of the Taixuan Realm, the location where the Taixuan Holy Land resides.

Qin Yan gazed quietly, an ineffable emotion surging in his heart.

This was the place where he would live for the next four years.

Just then, the massive ship suddenly accelerated, speeding toward the blue planet.

Shuttle, shuttle, and shuttle again.

Space twisted and deformed around the massive ship, turning into streaks of flowing light rapidly retreating.

Qin Yan only felt a blur before his eyes, countless scenes flashing by like a revolving lantern—the starry sky, clouds, mountains, rivers...

When he could see clearly again, the scene presented before him had drastically changed!

Mist swirling, Immortal Qi suffusing the air.

Peaks emerged indistinctly from the clouds and mist, their summits showing faint eaves and brackets, resembling palaces in the heavens, ethereal and sacred.

A road paved with bluestone wound and twisted, leading into the depths of the mist;

Ancient trees towered, their branches and leaves lush, casting dappled light and shadow;

Streams gurgled, clear to the bottom, their sound melodious;

Spiritual Cranes danced lightly, flying among the mountains and forests, letting out crisp calls.

This place was simply a paradise on earth!

The massive ship slowly descended, heading toward the depths of that paradise.

Qin Yan's gaze pierced through the mist, finally seeing the true face of the so-called Taixuan Holy Land.

It was a gigantic golden gate.

The gate was immeasurably large, seemingly connecting heaven and earth.

Golden light emanated from the gate, illuminating the entire world.

On both sides of the gate, complex runes and patterns were carved; every detail exuded an ineffable profundity.

Through the gate, one could vaguely see inside—palaces stood side by side, pavilions were arranged neatly, appearing and disappearing within the clouds and mist, like the Heavenly Palaces of myth and legend.

The massive ship passed through the gate.

The scene before them suddenly opened up.

A vast plaza appeared below.

At this moment, groups of Prodigies stood on the plaza; some were conversing in twos and threes, some were meditating alone, and others were curiously observing their surroundings.

At a rough count, there were at least ten thousand people.

When they looked up at the massive ship in the sky, they began to speak one after another.

"Another batch has arrived."

"Which batch is this? The fifth? The sixth?"

"I wonder how many Special Grade Disciples are in this batch."

"Special Grade Disciples... I don't even know if we can qualify for Third Grade."

"..."

"The Taixuan Holy Land has arrived."

The voice sounded again inside the massive ship.

Immediately, the figures of young Prodigies in the rooms vanished one by one, turning into streaks of flowing light and landing on the plaza below.

Qin Yan felt a blur before his eyes, and when he saw clearly again, he was already standing on the plaza.

Beneath his feet was white jade, smooth and solid.

Surrounding him were dense crowds of Prodigies, some close at hand, others slightly farther away.

Qin Yan sensed the Auras of the surrounding Prodigies, and his face involuntarily gasped.

Ten thousand Fourth Grade and Fifth Grade cultivators?

And they were all young Fourth Grade and Fifth Grade cultivators.

The Auras were dense and intertwined, forming a massive sense of pressure.

Fourth Grade cultivators were everywhere, and Fifth Grade ones were not uncommon.

There were even many Auras that he couldn't see through—profound and unfathomable, clearly belonging to existences at the Late Stage of Fifth Grade, Peak, or even higher.

How terrifying!

This was the foundation of the Taixuan Holy Land, one of the strongest forces in the myriad worlds.

Ten thousand Prodigies, each one would be considered a Genius among Geniuses in the outside world, but here, they were just ordinary members.

"Quiet!"

Above the plaza, a young woman suddenly appeared.

She wore a crimson Profound Robe, embroidered with complex patterns that faintly shimmered with light.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, as black as ink, gently swaying in the wind.

Her features were stunningly beautiful, her features exquisite as a painting, but the most striking aspect was her eyes—deep as an abyss, seemingly capable of seeing through everything.

A terrifying Aura emanated from her, so strong that the entire plaza seemed to momentarily freeze.

She stood suspended in mid-air, looking down from a height, her eyes faintly sweeping over those below.

As her gaze passed over the more than ten thousand Prodigies, they all involuntarily quieted down.

That gaze seemed to possess an invisible power, preventing anyone from daring to act rashly.

"I am Yun Nishang, the Dean of the East Courtyard Outer Division."

Her voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The voice was as cold as ice, yet carried supreme majesty that made people instinctively want to obey.

"For the next half a year, you will all remain in the Outer Courtyard.

After half a year, there will be an entrance examination to determine whether you can enter the Inner Courtyard."

"Now, remain quiet and await the arrival of the other Disciples."

When Yun Nishang's voice faded, she spoke no more.

She simply floated silently in mid-air, like a statue, yet exuding an undeniable presence.

The entire plaza was dead silent.

Not a single one of the more than ten thousand Prodigies dared to utter a sound.

In the time that followed, massive ships occasionally descended above the plaza.

One after another, some were pure silver, some were pitch-black as ink, and some were fiery crimson; each one was immensely huge and majestic in presence.

Then followed streaks of flowing light descending from the massive ships, transforming into young Prodigies who appeared on the plaza.

They came from different worlds and different factions, possessing different temperaments and backgrounds, but at this moment, they were all gathered on this plaza.

Then another batch of Disciples arrived.

Batch after batch, continuously.

It wasn't until noon that massive ships stopped descending above the plaza.

Sunlight spilled onto the plaza, reflecting the thirty thousand-plus young figures—a truly magnificent sight.

Thirty thousand Prodigies.

And all of them were young Martial Artists at or above Fourth Grade.

Each one could have crushed their peers in the outside world!

What a terrifying number.

And this was just the East Courtyard. Were there still a West Courtyard, South Courtyard, North Courtyard, and so on?

If there were, how many Prodigies would the entire Taixuan Holy Land have?

One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand?

"Alright, since everyone has arrived, I will now announce the division for this term's East Courtyard Disciples."

High above, Yun Nishang's figure reappeared.

She still floated there, her crimson Profound Robe moving slightly in the wind, her deep eyes sweeping faintly below.

The entire plaza instantly quieted down, thirty thousand-plus gazes looking uniformly toward the sky.

Yun Nishang slowly spoke, her voice cold and clear, every word distinctly entering everyone's ears.

"Unranked Disciples: 10,111."

"Third Grade Disciples: 11,111."

"Second Grade Disciples: 5,000."

"First Grade Disciples: 3,665."

"Special Grade Disciples: 113."

The moment her voice fell, the tokens on the Disciples below suddenly changed.

Those tokens had originally just hung quietly at their waists or been kept in their bosoms; now, they simultaneously burst forth with faint light.

Within the light, characters slowly emerged on the reverse side of the tokens—some showed "Unranked," some showed "Third Grade," some showed "Second Grade," some showed "First Grade," and some showed "Special Grade."