The God of Sky & Earth

Therefore, in theory, it is probably impossible for any disciple to climb up to the fifth level in this attempt.

"If we can choose a few who are not weak this time, that would be great."

"Even though no one has cout until now," said the thin and tall elder, "there will always be disciples who come. If we can select a few good ones to join our peak, that would also be great."

"I'll take the first one, and you can have the second and third. Then we can choose as we please. How about that?"

The slightly chubby protector's eyes flickered with a bright light. Being the first to reach the fourth level of the Heavenly Stairs, to a certain extent, ensured that he had the most talent. He wanted to take this person under his wing.

"Alright."

The tall and thin protector hesitated briefly, then nodded. Even though the first disciple to leave had great potential, accidents can still happen. The second and third disciples to leave were both gifted and he would not suffer too many losses.

"Poor Hou Changming, he's probably going to be stuck on the bench."

The slightly plump protector chuckled to himself, remembering when Dharma Protector Hou Changming drew lots to guard the space portal to the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs. Despite his gloomy expression, he still pretended to be aloof and proud, insisting that accepting disciples was not something to be taken lightly, and that one should never settle for mediocrity.

And for the next time, with so many protectors in the Divine Sword School, it is unknown which year it will be.

"Oh, someone finally arrived."

Suddenly, the lanky protector raised his gaze slightly and looked towards the spatial portal. The portal began to ripple and he wondered who would be the first to step out of it.

All eyes then fell upon the spatial portal.

The slightly chubby protector's gaze was even more expectant. This first disciple to walk out of the spatial teleportation gate was most likely going to be the one he would take as his own disciple.

As the crowd looked on, a figure flashed out of the spatial teleportation gate amidst the rippling waves.

It was a young man of around 20 years old. He emerged from the spatial teleportation gate with a joyful look in his eyes, still immersed in excitement and happiness.

"It looks like it's barely satisfactory!"

The slightly plump protector looked over, not having much hope for the disciple who could walk out of the portal, but feeling quite satisfied nonetheless.

"Swoosh..."

Just then, the slightly plump protector was about to speak when the space portal once again stirred, and someone else walked out.

The tall and thin protector paid special attention, as this second and third person was most likely whom he would take on as disciples.

Under the gaze of many eyes, the space portal appeared, followed by the second and third figures.

But immediately after, the fourth, fifth, and sixth figures also appeared.

It didn't stop there, more and more figures were walking out continuously. Soon, there were dozens and even hundreds of people who had walked out.

"Oh, did they all cout together? It seems there won't be fewer people compared to the last time."

The presence of so many people immediately brought hope to the two protectors.

The young disciples of this generation have been quite impressive in the last five years, otherwise there wouldn't be so many disciples.

"We did it, we succeeded!"

"Is this the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords? I have succeeded!"

One by one, the disciples walked out, looking around with excitement they could not conceal. They had finally entered the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords and had a chance to becan inner disciple.

"This is not right. Why are there still disciples coming out?"

The tall and thin protector and the slightly chubby protector were initially pleased, but then becsuspicious. While over a hundred disciples had already walked out of the teleportation gate, the momentum showed no signs of stopping.

"Three hundred and fifty-nine, three hundred and sixty..."

And when the tall and thin protector saw that three hundred and sixty disciples had walked out, his expression completely froze and his brow furrowed.

This is baffling, are all the outer disciples of this generation so outstanding?

On the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, at a certain location, the figure of a final curtain call stood in front of a spatial teleportation gate.

This is a man in his fifties, not tall, but with a face that gives the impression of having weathered many storms despite being just over fifty.

However, in the old man's eyes, there shimmered a faint light, which would make one's heart tremble by merely gazing into them a moment longer.

The old man was Hou Changming, the Dharma Protector who was chosen by luck to be present at this location.

Standing lazily behind Dharma Protector Hou Changming were several disciples in their thirties, who seemed to lack any enthusiasm or energy.

They all knew that standing guard in front of this space teleportation portal was just a formality, it was probably impossible for any disciple to walk out.

This is a spatial portal that connects to the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs. Among this group of outer disciples, it's unlikely anyone has such exceptional talent.

"If we get even one out, it would be a profit..."

Dharma Protector Hou Changming murmured, he really didn't want to cto this space teleportation gate, but his luck was just too bad to draw him here.

So at this moment, Dharma Protector Hou Changming could only hope that if a miracle happened and a disciple emerged from this spatial portal, he would take them under his wing. Then he could make those guys who doubted him regret their foolishness.

"Oh..."

Dharma Protector Hou Changming sighed. He knew in his heart that there weren't many disciples who could ascend to the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs.

Especially since one had already climbed it five years ago. This time, it was probably unlikely. He could only blhis own bad luck.

"Oh, there's someone!"

Suddenly, Dharma Protector Hou Changming's gaze shook, showing a glimmer of light, staring tightly at the space portal.

Dharma Protector Hou Changming clearly felt that there was movement in the space portal at this moment, as if someone was about to emerge from it.

"Is there really a miracle?"

At this moment, Dharma Protector Hou Changming was excited. This was definitely a miracle. If a disciple cout and he could bring him to his peak, it would be a huge gain.

Excited and full of anticipation, Dharma Protector Hou Changming was eagerly looking forward to something.

The previously listless disciples suddenly becinterested at this moment and wanted to see who the outer disciple who could climb the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs was.

To be able to climb the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs requires great talent, a King Grade talent, destined to beca direct disciple.

Under numerous gazes, a figure flashed out of the spatial portal. He was a young man of about twenty, scanning excitedly around him.

Dharma Protector Hou Changming was about to speak when there was another disturbance in the spatial portal and two more young men walked out, equally excited and almost on the verge of tears with joy.

"Three! Heaven helps those who help themselves!"

Dharma Protector Hou Changming was agitated, and his heart rate quickened. This was about three disciples! If there was only one, he could not be sure of receiving the person as his disciple, but there were three. He could have at least one of them to be his disciple.