High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Nine enormous arenas floated in the center of the arena, each shrouded in an independent protective light barrier.

The light screen was covered with dense defensive runes, which were said to have been personally blessed by a certain temple master and could completely isolate the aftershocks of the battle within the arena.

Around the arena, tiered stands rose up, large enough to accommodate millions of disciples watching the battle.

At the highest point of the stands stand nine towering stone pillars, their shafts engraved with mysterious inscriptions, and their tops ablaze with an eternal flame that never goes out, illuminating the entire training ground as if it were daytime.

In the very center of the first training ground stands a high platform, a thousand feet in circumference, carved entirely from a single piece of "Chaos Origin Stone." Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the chaotic clouds flowing in the sky.

Ninety-nine chains hung down from the void around the platform, each chain ending in a fist-sized "Void Source Crystal" that emitted stable spatial fluctuations, ensuring that the platform would not sway in the slightest under any intensity of combat.

Su Jie followed behind the Heavenly Evolution Palace Master, stepped out of the light gate, and stood on the central high platform.

His gaze swept over the almost luxuriously empty space, and he was slightly shaken. It was indeed the grandeur befitting a top power on the Primordial Continent.

The dark golden teleportation arrays lit up one after another, and disciples of the three levels—Outstanding Disciples, Glorious Disciples, and Holy Sons—filed out of the light gate in succession.

No one whispered or made a fuss; everyone automatically lined up in three groups according to their rank after entering.

The outstanding disciples stood on the left, the glorious disciples on the right, and a hundred holy sons lined up in front, facing the high platform. The hierarchy was strict and the rules were clear. No one stood in the wrong place.

Only the gazes of those holy sons dared to cast a glance toward the high platform.

There, the Lord of the Heavenly Evolution Palace stood side by side with a young man in a green robe, their posture casual, even showing a rare hint of friendliness.

The Palace Master always had a stern and unsmiling demeanor in front of them, as cold and hard as iron. When had he ever shown such an expression to anyone?

Who is this person?

Whispers began to rise quietly, spreading among the Holy Sons like an undercurrent.

"Could it be that one from the primordial universe? I heard that a seven-colored prodigy emerged from the Hall of Guidance."

A holy son with a sinister face lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Seven shades of lapis lazuli? You believe that?" The holy son beside him scoffed.

"Only one person of the 'Azure Color' and seven attributes appears in the Primordial Supreme Trial every few hundred epochs? You're dreaming."

"Rumors stop with the wise. Judging by your wisdom as a Son of God, do you think this is possible?"

"But the Palace Master's attitude... didn't you see it? When has the Palace Master ever been so kind to his disciples?"

Even among us in the highest rank, the Palace Master didn't stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

"That's why I said this person is probably not simple. But seven-color lapis lazuli is absolutely impossible."

At most, a few of them received the "Lapis Lazuli" color, but those below exaggerated the story, making it seem like seven items were awarded.

"Alright, stop guessing." At the very front, a holy son who had remained silent until now spoke calmly.

"The Palace Master has summoned us here, and he will reveal the reason. Until then, let's say as little as possible to avoid losing face."

The murmurs gradually subsided, but all the holy sons' gazes remained fixed on the high platform.

They didn't believe the rumors about the seven lapis lazuli colors, but the temple master's attitude made them feel vaguely uneasy.

Who exactly is this young man in the green robe?

Before long, everyone had arrived.

Su Jie stood on the high platform, his gaze sweeping across the audience below.

There are thousands of outstanding disciples, whose auras vary, ranging from the fifth to the seventh rank.

There are several hundred disciples of honor, ranging from the third to the eighth rank.

The hundred figures at the very front were all dressed in dark gold holy son robes, their auras as deep as an abyss, and each of them was an eighth-order mythical supreme being.

Su Jie secretly complained to himself that the tower spirit of the Eternal Tower's Tianyuan Universe branch tower had told him that an Eternal-level combat power was enough to compete for the title of Holy Son.

He believed that nonsense. Now standing in front of him were the top 100 holy sons selected from tens of thousands of disciples by the Primordial Temple, each of whom was a genuine eighth-order mythical supreme being.

Eternal-level combat power? Not even enough for an entry ticket.

The Lord of Tianyan Palace noticed his gaze and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Su Jie, how are the disciples of my Primordial Holy Temple?"

He didn't wait for Su Jie's reply and continued talking to himself.

"There are over two hundred eighth-tier supreme beings in total. These hundred holy sons are the strongest among the disciples of my Origin Holy Temple."

"The other eight holy temples each have no more than a hundred eighth-tier supreme beings. Even the five holy temples ranked lower don't have as many eighth-tier supreme beings as my Primordial Holy Temple."

This isn't boasting; it's the truth.

The Primordial Temple's ability to remain at the top of the nine temples has never relied on just one or two prodigies, but on the absolute dominance of the entire temple from bottom to top.

However, even so, the Lord of the Heavenly Evolution Palace still had a heavy burden on his heart: the Primordial Holy Temple had not produced a Dao Child for thousands of epochs.

The two temples possessing Daoist offspring, the Heavenly Maiden Temple and the Myriad Laws Temple, have always coveted the position of the head of the nine great temples.

They didn't say it aloud, but secretly they were constantly accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity—an opportunity to bring down the Primordial Temple in the Nine Great Temples Grand Competition.

No matter how strong you are, if you don't have any impressive skills, you'll ultimately lack confidence.

Like a peerless divine weapon, its sharpness is fully revealed, but it lacks the sharpest tip.

Therefore, when the seven-colored Su Jie appeared, the Primordial Lord, who had long since withdrawn from worldly affairs and only occasionally paid attention to the major events of the Holy Temple, actually issued an imperial edict immediately.

Because at their level, face is more important than anything else.

Only a Primordial Temple possessing the Dao Child deserves the title of "Head of the Nine Temples".

Su Jie is the final piece of the puzzle that completes the facade.

The Lord of the Heavenly Evolution Palace withdrew his thoughts and glanced at the hundred holy sons below the stage. They had no idea what they were about to witness.

Su Jie nodded, his expression calm, but he had gained a more intuitive understanding of the foundation of the Primordial Temple.

There are over two hundred legendary eighth-tier supreme beings in the entire Chaos Sea, among whom the hundred holy sons are ruthless individuals who have fought their way out from countless geniuses.

What he wants to do today is to let these ruthless people know that they have an ancestor above them.

The Heavenly Evolution Palace Master stepped aside, making way for Su Jie behind him, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Preparing for the Dao Child, Su Jie, an eighth-order Mythical Supreme."

He paused, then said, "I have summoned you all today solely to introduce you to him. From this day forward, among the disciples of the Holy Temple, he shall be the most revered."

Below the stage, there was a deathly silence, especially as the gazes of the hundred holy sons all fell on Su Jie, filled with scrutiny, dissatisfaction, and fighting spirit.

But no one questioned it, because the temple master's words were an ironclad rule.

However, Su Jie could clearly sense that oppressive undercurrent; it seemed he still had to beat them into submission.

He took a step forward, stood at the edge of the platform, his gaze sweeping over the hundred cold, stern faces below, a slight smile playing on his lips.