With the support of a cultivation family, training in the Sanctuary would become much smoother, and one could also gain a significant advantage in competition. However, Grace Brooks was in no rush to make a choice.

To most people, this might seem like an incredible blessing, but clearly, Grace Brooks had higher ambitions.

“Sam Bolton, could you be any more boring?” Grace Brooks was unimpressed. “But, come to think of it, that’s probably why the Arrow Sect elder thinks so highly of him. It’s said his gaze is the sharpest among this year’s bow cultivator disciples.”

Sam Bolton lifted his head and puffed out his belly, raising his eyebrows with great pride to make his bright, spirited eyes stand out even more.

As the group of young people grew louder, a thunderous rumble sounded—the usually sealed Sanctuary gates swung open, and four people appeared at the entrance.

Two of them were the very same bearded elder and handsome elder who had decided Mark Carter’s fate during the second round of testing. There was also a strikingly muscular man—clearly a body cultivator—and a mature woman whose elegant demeanor made all the girls present look on with envy.

The whole place instantly fell silent, and everyone’s gaze became respectful. In the world of cultivation, status is determined entirely by ability.

Four golden swords, over forty layers of life marks—for these rookie cultivators, such figures were like gods.

“I am Adam Turner of the Sword Sect, and I will be your guide in cultivation for the foreseeable future. Now, split into groups and stand before your respective masters.”

The bearded Adam Turner spoke with authority, and the sword cultivator rookies immediately gathered at his side.

“I am Evan Cooper of the Arrow Sect. Bow cultivator disciples, come to me.”

Evan Cooper’s voice was still icy cold—perhaps a trait of bow cultivators: cold, with piercing eyes.

When Sam Bolton followed the group to stand before Evan Cooper, all the bow cultivator disciples around him stared at him.

“What are you looking at? Who says a chubby guy can’t be a bow cultivator!” Sam Bolton said undaunted. With Mark Carter and Grace Brooks present, the little chubby guy never knew the meaning of fear.

Laughter erupted all around, and even the four elders couldn’t help but smile. This little fellow—looks like the Arrow Sect is in for some excitement.

“Rune cultivators, Anna Harris. Rune cultivator disciples, come over here.” Elder Anna Harris’s voice was different from the previous two—like a gentle spring breeze. All the pure-hearted young men couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration.

Grace Brooks confidently took the lead and stood at the front.

“Body Sect, Paul Carter. The rest of you are the little brats of the body cultivators. All right, don’t waste time—let’s go!”

The body cultivator Paul Carter’s voice was like thunder, making everyone’s heads buzz.

It wasn’t intentional—body cultivators train their bodies, and their bodies are their weapons, including their voices.

After the group of young people entered the Sanctuary, the massive doors rumbled shut. It was Paul Carter himself who closed them. The young people stared in shock as the doors, over thirty meters high and nearly a meter thick, were closed single-handedly by Paul Carter.

Immediately, the body cultivator group was swept up in Paul Carter’s kingly aura, their spirits soaring, suddenly feeling their futures were bright.

Led by the four elders, everyone entered the inner gate, but they were all stunned by what they saw—there was nothing inside. No people, no other buildings, just an empty plaza.

Everyone began whispering among themselves, but the four elders showed no reaction—they had clearly seen this response many times before.

The four elders were also observing these newcomers. The more outstanding ones, like Grace Brooks, remained calm in the face of change. Of course, some might have already known what to expect.

The vital energy in Thunderlight City was decent, but ultimately, it was only nourishing. For mortals in their growth phase, denser vital energy wasn’t always better—if one’s aptitude wasn’t sufficient, it could even be dangerous. But once adulthood was reached and life marks appeared, the best place to cultivate was definitely not here.

All cultivators share a common destination: the Minor World!

Radiant light burst forth, and the rookie cultivators experienced the sensation of a teleportation array for the first time.

When the light faded, they had already left the so-called Sanctuary. Each person looked around in amazement—a completely different world, vast and boundless. Most notably, this world was filled with abundant vital energy, a stark contrast to the outside Thunderlight City.

“Welcome to the Minor World.” The Rune Sect’s Anna Harris revealed a charming smile, and everyone enjoyed listening to Anna Harris speak. The other three were either cold or irritable—none as gentle and elegant as Elder Anna Harris.

As she spoke, she took out a boat-shaped talisman from her storage pouch. With a flick of both hands, vital energy surged, and the boat talisman transformed into a giant wooden vessel.

The four elders leapt aboard, and the rookies, after a brief pause, hurriedly jumped onto the boat as well.

“Rise!”

With Anna Harris’s heavenly voice, the flying boat slowly lifted off, accompanied by the excitement of the young people.

“Let’s go!”

With a gesture from Anna Harris, the flying boat soared into the sky. Now it was the rune cultivator disciples’ turn to be thrilled—this was just too cool.

The feeling of looking down at the earth from high above was truly wonderful. Lush greenery, rivers winding everywhere—the Minor World was like a dream for these first-time cultivators.

Grace Brooks couldn’t help but reveal a slight smile. Anna Harris was her goal—the first person she aimed to surpass!

Sam Bolton eagerly craned his neck to look around, though the scenery didn’t really interest him.

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