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

With his base combat strength of 21 constant power amplified by a total of 1900 times from the Heart of the Universe and the Nine Star Chaos Origin Imprint, Su Jie punched the test monument.

"boom--!!!"

The numbers on the test monument jumped wildly, soaring from zero to 10,000, 20,000, 30,000... and finally settling at 40,000 constant force.

Forty thousand constant forces is four times the amount recorded in ancient times.

The entire place was deathly silent; not even a breath could be heard.

Gu Changkong stood there, his face ashen, the number reflected in his pupils, like a statue whose soul had been taken away.

Forty thousand constant forces, not ten thousand, not twenty thousand, but a full four times the ancient record.

What he once regarded as the "ceiling" of mythology was nothing more than thin ice that could be shattered with a single step in front of Su Jie.

Gu Changkong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes had faded, replaced by a complex, almost relieved calm.

He knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse but clear voice, "Your subordinate is willing to submit to you."

The audience erupted in uproar. Gu Changkong, that unyielding martial arts fanatic, had actually... agreed?

Gu Changkong ignored those gazes. He bent down, his body surging with light, and his figure rapidly changed within the light.

Three breaths later, a magnificent dragon-horse, its body entirely dark gold and its mane burning like flames, appeared below the platform.

Its body is long and powerful, its four hooves tread on chaotic flames, its eyes are as deep as the starry sea, and its dark golden scales reflect a cold luster in the sunlight.

The Primordial Dragon Horse, one of the top mount bloodlines on the Primordial Continent, now lay prostrate before Su Jie, bowing its noble head.

Su Jie did not immediately mount it. He gracefully descended from the high platform, landing beside the dragon horse, and reached out to stroke the scales on its neck.

The scales were as hard as black iron, yet as smooth and warm as jade. He said softly, "Following me will be the greatest fortune of your life."

Longma snorted softly and lowered his head.

Su Jie mounted his horse and sat upright on the dragon-horse's back. The Primordial Dragon-Horse stood up, raised its head, and neighed loudly, its voice shaking the surrounding wilderness.

Its dark golden mane fluttered in the wind, and chaotic flames surged beneath its hooves.

Su Jie lowered his head and looked at the Supreme Realm disciples. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Who else disagrees?"

A tall, slender figure suddenly stepped forward from the front of the crowd.

That was the number one among the Holy Sons, Ling Xiao, the true number one among the disciples of the Primordial Holy Temple.

He had a handsome face and a restrained demeanor, and his white robe fluttered slightly in the wind.

From the moment Su Jie began to establish his authority until now, he has never spoken, never questioned, and never bowed his head.

Ling Xiao walked down to the foot of the platform, looked up at Su Jie sitting on the back of the Primordial Dragon Horse, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

His voice was clear and steady, echoing in the deathly silent training ground.

"Your Majesty, I, Lingxiao, am convinced."

He straightened up, his gaze calm.

"May His Majesty the Daoist soon achieve the supreme status and lead our Primordial Temple to sweep across the nine great temples and become invincible on the Primordial Continent."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the disciples straightened their backs in unison. They spoke at the same time, their voices converging into a deafening sound that echoed for a long time in the training ground.

"Your Majesty, Daozi! Your Majesty, Daozi! Your Majesty, Daozi!"

Su Jie gave Ling Xiao a meaningful look.

This person has a very high reputation among the disciples. When he says "Your Excellency, Daoist Master," thousands of disciples respond in unison. He has quite a strong appeal.

However, a wise person knows when to yield, and Ling Xiao's ability to stand up and express his opinion at the first opportunity shows that he has a clear understanding of the situation.

With Su Jie around, he was destined not to become the leader among the disciples.

However, Ling Xiao's strength and prestige are undeniable; if he could be put to use, he would be a valuable asset.

In the future... let's see if we can give him a job as an assistant.

Su Jie took one last look at the training ground, gently patted the dragon horse's neck, and the Primordial Dragon Horse, with its four hooves treading on fire, transformed into a dark golden streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Behind him, the shouts of thousands of disciples still echoed in the air above the training ground.

The Lord of Tianyan Palace stood with his hands behind his back, watching this scene, his smile growing ever deeper.

"Good lad, you've established your authority to the point of taking the third-ranked Holy Son as your mount." He turned and walked out of the training ground, his voice drifting from afar:

"Disperse, everyone. The disciple competition will be held in eight years. I don't want anyone to bring shame to the Primordial Temple. Also, remember not to reveal Su Daozi's combat strength information."

The disciples responded in unison, demonstrating that even when facing other temples, all the disciples of the Primordial Temple remained as united as ever.

Once outside the training ground, the Primordial Dragon Horse strode through the air, its steps steady as if walking on flat ground.

Su Jie sat upright on the back of the dragon horse, looking at the palace complex rushing past below, and suddenly spoke: "Tell me everything you know about the Primordial Temple."

Longma's voice rang in his mind: "The Primordial Temple is located in the very center of the Primordial Divine Realm, occupying the most core part of the entire divine realm."

There is no entertainment or leisure here; all the palaces, secret realms, enlightenment towers, martial arts arenas, scripture pavilions, alchemy rooms, and weapon workshops are all related to cultivation.

Su Jie nodded. He had already sensed it. The Primordial Temple was like a sophisticated cultivation machine, with every gear turning towards the goal of "becoming stronger".

Longma continued, "Around the Holy Temple, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine adjacent Mystic Realms. These Mystic Realms are not directly under the jurisdiction of the Holy Temple, but their sole purpose is to serve the Primordial Holy Temple."

Some are resource trading centers, which gather the top-tier mineral veins, spiritual herbs, and rare items from the Primordial Divine Realm.

Some are leisure and entertainment venues, including various entertainment venues and sports arenas.

Some entire realms were even trial grounds, teeming with various chaotic beasts and ancient restrictions, providing a training ground for the disciples of the Holy Temple.

Su Jie nodded slightly in agreement. That's right. Wherever there are living beings, there are bound to be all sorts of desires.

There is no entertainment inside the Primordial Temple, but these outer mystical realms can fill the disciples' needs outside of cultivation.

This is not indulgence, but another form of self-cultivation.

For example, Su Jie, who has been in seclusion for over two hundred years, is very interested in that entertainment venue that Long Ma just mentioned. We can ask him about it later.

Longma continued, "These mystic realms are the most prosperous and powerful among the millions of mystic realms in the Primordial Divine Realm."

Their controllers are mostly descendants of the temple masters and elders of the Primordial Temple, or family forces established by successive holy sons and glorious disciples.

Every disciple who can establish themselves in the temple has, to varying degrees, the support of such a force.

Su Jie raised an eyebrow: "Then what is my status as a Daoist in these Xuan Realms?"

Longma was silent for a moment: "Your Majesty Daozi, you are second only to the Temple Master within the Primordial Temple, which is more powerful than any family or force."