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

"Don't say I'm bullying you. One high-grade cosmic crystal is more than enough to exchange for pills to repair your soul injuries."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Jie turned and walked towards the palace gate with a calm and unhurried pace.

Behind him, the Palace Master of Tianyan Palace said calmly, "Get up, all of you. Take what he gave you. From today onwards, you should know how to address him."

Although Su Jie's behavior today seemed a bit arrogant, the Palace Master didn't think there was anything wrong with it. As the Dao Child of the Origin Holy Temple, he had to have his own personality, and at least for now, Su Jie suited his taste.

Su Jie stepped out of the palace gate and stood on the high platform again.

Sunlight streamed down, his robes were as neat as ever, and his breathing was steady, as if the one-in-a-thousand soul contest he had just faced was nothing more than a stroll.

Below the stage, the thousands of disciples who had not entered the Mother-Child Guiding Hall all looked at him with surprise and doubt in their eyes.

"They're out so quickly? How long has it been? Not even an incense stick's time!"

"He came out alone... his aura was perfectly normal, and his robes weren't even wrinkled."

"Could it be... that he won?"

"Impossible! A thousand against one, and with so many holy sons among them, how could he possibly win?"

"But look at him, does he look like someone who has lost?"

The murmurs surged like a tide, but all the sounds abruptly ceased the next moment.

Because people started coming out of the palace gates.

The first holy son staggered out, his face pale and his forehead still damp with cold sweat.

The second, the third, the tenth... one after another, a thousand disciples filed out, but not one of them could maintain his dignity.

Some people had to hold onto the door frame to stand up, some were being helped by others, some had blood still dripping from their seven orifices, and some had unfocused eyes, as if they had just experienced a nightmare.

Their auras were weak, their primordial spirits damaged, a stark contrast to their spirited demeanor when they entered.

The Lord of Tianyan Palace was the last to walk out, but his expression was calm and he did not say a word.

Below the stage, several disciples who were on good terms with a certain holy son hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Sage Liu! What happened to you? Did he hurt you?"

A young Glory disciple helped up Liu Qingyun, whose complexion was the worst, his voice trembling.

"How could he have won against you? It's impossible! You are the Holy Son I respect most!"

Liu Qingyun did not answer. He took a deep breath and pushed away the disciple who was supporting him.

He turned around, facing the figure in the green robe on the high platform, and lowered his head.

"Shut up." His voice was hoarse, but each word was clear and distinct.

"What do you mean 'him'? From now on, just call him... Your Majesty Daozi."

Liu Qingyun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried far in the deathly silent training ground.

The four words "Your Majesty the Daoist Master" were like a needle, piercing the heart of every disciple present.

Some people lowered their heads, some clenched their fists, and some gritted their teeth, but in the end, no sound came out.

But there are always people who don't believe in superstition.

A holy son with a cold face and a deep, unfathomable aura stepped out from the ranks.

His name is Gu Changkong, an eighth-order mythical supreme being, ranked third among the holy sons, and a recognized martial arts fanatic among the disciples of the Origin Temple, who only respects combat power throughout his life.

Unlike the others, he didn't bow his head. Instead, he stared straight at Su Jie on the high platform, his eyes filled with no hostility, only a pure, almost obsessive fighting spirit.

"Your Highness, I concede to the soul contest." He paused, his voice steady as iron.

"But for us martial artists, the essence lies not in the soul, but in the purest combat power. In the Chaos Sea, the combat power record of an eighth-order supreme being is ten thousand constant strength."

This record was set by a prodigy from ancient times, and no one has been able to break it to this day.

He raised his head, his eyes burning with fire: "If Your Majesty Daozi can break this record, from this day forward, we will follow your lead without question."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Ten thousand constant strength. This number is the ceiling that countless people can never reach, even if they spend their entire lives trying.

Among all the holy sons present, the strongest at their peak combat power was only close to 9000 constant strength.

The ancient prodigy was able to set a record of 10,000 constant strength because of his heaven-defying bloodline, physique, Daoist techniques, supreme treasures, and fortuitous opportunities—none of which could be lacking.

Can Su Jie, a young man from the primordial universe, break this record?

If he really achieved all seven of the Lapis Lazuli ratings, then he should be able to break the record, but they still can't believe that news.

All eyes turned to the high platform.

Upon hearing this, Su Jie looked at Gu Changkong and slowly grinned.

Ten thousand constant strength? His current basic combat strength is 21 constant strength, his normal combat strength can reach 5.25 constant strength, and his peak combat strength is over 26 constant strength.

Ten thousand constant strength? That's just a fraction of his power.

Then let them know that what they call the "ceiling" is nothing more than his stepping stone.

"Okay," Su Jie said calmly.

"However, as the price for your questioning me, from now on, you will be my mount."

He paused, his gaze falling on Gu Changkong, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I recognize your true form, the juvenile Primordial Dragon Horse, a hybrid descendant of the Chaos Dragon Clan and the Primordial Pegasus Clan, one of the rarest sacred beast bloodlines on the Primordial Continent."

Its speed is unparalleled among its kind, and its endurance is inexhaustible. Since ancient times, only eight-wheeled Eternal Realm experts have been qualified to ride its mounts. However, it is your honor to become my mount.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

All eyes turned to Gu Changkong.

His true form is the most outstanding descendant of the Primordial Dragon Horse, an open secret among the disciples of the Primordial Temple.

His ancestors had also followed the powerful Eternal Ones of the Primordial Temple, but no one had ever dared to expose them to his face.

Even the Daoist disciple of the Temple of Ten Thousand Laws only dared to ask him to become a follower, never saying he wanted to take him as a mount.

Gu Changkong's face instantly turned ashen, then flushed red, and then turned deathly pale.

He gritted his teeth, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with humiliation and anger.

He is a holy son, an eighth-order mythical supreme being, and a descendant of the Primordial Dragon Horse. He would rather die in battle than become a mount.

However, Su Jie's condition was "after breaking the record," meaning that if Su Jie couldn't break the record, he wouldn't have to be a mount.

The record of 10,000 constant forces has been unbroken since ancient times, and he doesn't believe that a young man from the primordial universe could achieve it.

"Fine!" Gu Changkong spat out the word through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

"If Your Majesty Daozi can break the record of 10,000 constant strength, I, Gu Changkong, will gladly serve as your mount without complaint! If you cannot break it..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: if he couldn't break through, Su Jie wasn't qualified to make him submit.

Su Jie stopped talking nonsense and turned around to face the huge combat power test monument in the center of the training ground.

This is a low-grade cosmic treasure, specifically used to test the peak combat power of disciples at the Supreme Realm.

Su Jie raised his right hand, his five fingers slowly clenched, and the nascent primordial universe within his body began to operate with a roar.

However, he did not use the Great Luo Sword Embryo, and only used the thousandfold enhancement of the Heart of the Universe and the nine hundredfold enhancement of the Nine Star Chaos Origin Mark.