After hundreds of duels, crushing eliminations, and more than a few exploded platforms, the dust had finally settled.
Ten disciples now stood at the summit. Ten names etched into the formation board for all to see, glowing with silver-blue light as the array recorded their victories.
These weren't just popular picks—they had earned their place through battle.
Some dazzled the crowd with overwhelming might.
Others clawed their way forward through brutal, strategic warfare—outlasting opponents who, on paper, should've overpowered them.
Regardless of the path, they now stood on even ground.
The Azure Feather Sect's Grand Disciple Selection had reached its final phase.
The air in the arena shimmered with tension. Where once there had been thunderous cheers, now silence reigned—awestruck, reverent silence. Only ten remained, and each had carved their name into the minds of thousands.
Among them stood Tian Lei, motionless as ever. Sword sheathed. Eyes calm. Robes untouched by dust.
