The next day.
A high stage has been erected at Celestial Mountain's peak. The surrounding area of the stage was guarded by powerful cultivators of the Secret Order. They looked as solid as sculptures and as unwavering as mountains.
Once the white-robed cultivator entered the area, the entire mountain range fell silent. All eyes followed his every move and their gaze was filled with a sense of anticipation.
"Following the last assessment, we still have over ten organizations left." The Left Emissary stepped onto the stage as the crowd watched. His eyes were filled with a sense of arrogance as he stared down at the crowd beneath him with cold indifference. "Only the top three names would receive the right to enter the Secret Order. Hence, more than ten organizations who will be disqualified in this competition!"
The crowd was already anxious about the next challenge. They looked at each other as their eyes filled with anticipation.
