123 Dharmic Armament Pavilion! (2/2)

Vaguely, on each suspended mountain, they could see seven or eight figures standing at the other end of the bridge, greeting the Chancellor.

”Combat faculty's True Breath students, go to the first mountain!”

As the Chancellor spoke, Zhuo Yifan and the others stepped out. This time, the Combat faculty had the most people—almost two hundred people stepped onto the bridge. As they walked toward the Combat faculty pavilion, the Chancellor's voice resounded again.

”Each eight-inch True Breath graduate will be treated differently from other students by each pavilion. Not only will they receive a cave abode, they will also receive a cruiser, and a storage bag as encouragement. Zhuo Yifan, remember to collect them.”

Zhuo Yifan stopped in his steps. He could not hide his emotions, bowing his head in acknowledgment.

Standing among the crowd, Wang Baole heard this. His eyes lit up, his anticipation rising.

In the remaining time, the Chancellor started to make arrangements for each group of True Breath students to continuously make their way toward different bridges, entering different mountains. When the Array Runes faculty's students started to leave, the Chancellor pointed at the distant Array Runes Pavilion.

”In the Array Runes Pavilion, there is a mystic realm that everyone can open. There is a legacy from a bolt of divine lightning hidden in there. You can enter to try it. So far, there has only been one person who has managed to earn all of it, but it's good enough to obtain one of the five divine powers from lightning's legacy.”

When he finished speaking, the Chancellor's gaze landed on the seventh suspended mountain. His voice burst forth again.

”That is the Dharmic Armament Pavilion. Dharmic Armament faculty students, go over!”

His heart shaken, Wang Baole inhaled deeply and paid his respects to the Chancellor. Only then did he step out onto the light bridge. Immediately, the people behind him followed. A row of people walked on the light bridge, and gradually… they made their way toward Upper Academy Island's Dharmic Armament Pavilion!

As they got closer to the Dharmic Armament Pavilion's suspended mountain, the seven or eight figures at the head of the bridge became clearer. Most of them were youths wearing blue robes with extraordinary cultivation, giving off Spirit force. This was especially so for one of them, who was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe.

His gaze was calm. Currently, he was looking at Wang Baole and the other students that were quickly walking toward them. His expression was not angry, his body giving off a suppressive force like an ocean wave. The moment one got closer to him, the Spirit Qi in one's body would become unstable.

”Greetings, seniors!” After leaving the light bridge, Wang Baole quickly cupped his fists and bowed deeply. The people behind him followed his lead, greeting the seniors immediately.

”This is the Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion!” A long-faced blue-shirted cultivator introduced the man in purple.

”Greetings, Pavilion Head!” Without waiting for other people to react, Wang Baole quickly bowed again. Other people quickly bowed, too.

The middle-aged man in the purple robe smiled. He nodded without saying anything and turned to leave. The long-faced blue-shirted cultivator who had introduced him, however, had clearly become more friendly. He reminded Wang Baole and the others to follow. He took a few more glances at Wang Baole, clearly aware that Wang Baole was the eight-inch Spirit Root graduate.

Wang Baole was a little nervous; the people behind him were similarly so, and they all quickly followed behind. As they walked, they looked at the surrounding mountain ranges and pavilions. Soon, they reached a large hall below the mountain range.

Here, the purple-robed middle-aged man stepped. He turned, his gaze sweeping across Wang Baole and the others, and his smile grew a little.

”Welcome to Dharmic Armament Pavilion. Not a bad batch of students—not only do you have two people with eight-inch Spirit Roots, one of you even became a Armament Disciple. Take a look.” The purple-robed middle-aged man smiled slightly. When he finished speaking, a person immediately walked over from outside the large hall.

This person wore a blue long robe. His face was handsome, his figure tall, with a dignified bearing and look. He walked over and bowed toward the purple-robed middle-aged man before turning and looking at all the students, Wang Baole included. All of these familiar faces had shocked expressions. His eyes flashed and laughed lightly.

”Long time no see, everyone.”

Wang Baole's eyes flashed. Lin Tianhao!