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

The Heavenly Evolution Palace Master's gaze lingered on the lotus platform for a moment before shifting away.

Regardless of the inspector's intentions, the ceremony at the Primordial Temple today will not be interrupted for anyone.

"Squeak—!!!"

At the main gate of the temple, Su Jie walked out of the temple under the guidance of the elder in charge of etiquette.

The temple's holy maiden led the way, and dark golden lotuses spread out along the main path, leading directly to the suspended platform.

It was a dark gold platform suspended in the void, the coronation platform for the Dao Child.

The platform was carved from countless low-grade cosmic crystals, its surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the myriad Dao runes on the dome.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine chains hung down from the void, each chain ending in a fist-sized void source crystal, stabilizing the spatial structure of the platform and ensuring it would not sway in the slightest under any impact.

Around the high platform, 108 enormous humanoid stone statues floated, each ten thousand feet tall, with blurred faces, but exuding an aura like ancient beings that had been sleeping for countless eons.

That was the projection of the will left behind by the powerful figures of the Primordial Temple throughout the ages, which was awakened at this moment to witness the coronation of the Dao Child.

Su Jie was wearing a dark gold Daoist robe, with the emblem of the Primordial Temple embroidered on the hem.

A star pierced by a longsword, surrounded by ten eternal Dao patterns.

The fabric clung to his body, its patterns subtly visible in the light, and with each step he took, delicate Daoist charm dripped from the hem of his robe.

His face was young and angular, but his eyes were calmer than those of a young man about to be crowned.

He is like a deep pool, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.

A sword hung from his waist.

The scabbard was ancient and dark, without any decoration, and not even a trace of energy fluctuations leaked out.

But everyone who saw it, whether supreme or eternal, paused slightly the moment their gaze fell upon the sword.

I can't see through it.

The scabbard locked away all auras, as if there were an invisible barrier that kept all external perceptions out.

One of the mythical supreme beings muttered, "That sword... it's pretty ordinary, isn't it? Nothing special about it."

He was immediately glared at by Yongheng beside him: "Shut up. What could possibly be hanging at His Majesty Daozi's waist be an ordinary object?"

"He's the new Dao Child of the Primordial Temple; if he can use it as a sword, how could it be subpar?"

The murmurs were silenced, but the crowd's curiosity only grew stronger.

On either side of the crowd, Gu Changkong knelt on one knee at the very front, his primordial dragon-horse armor reflecting a cold luster in the sunlight.

He bowed his head, his posture respectful, like a loyal statue.

Hundreds of disciples from the Primordial Temple who had fought against Su Jie knelt down simultaneously and said in unison:

"Congratulations to Your Majesty Daozi!"

This was not a command, but a spontaneous, heartfelt reverence.

As Su Jie moved forward step by step, more and more disciples knelt down, and the clamor grew louder and louder.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty Daozi!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty Daozi!!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty Daozi!!!"

The sound traveled from near to far, from orderly to complex, from clear to mixed, and finally turned into an overwhelming wave of sound, as if the entire Primordial Temple was speaking at the same time.

But Su Jie maintained his pace, passing through the kneeling disciples.

As he passed by the Lord of the Heavenly Evolution Palace, the old man nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, without saying a word.

His gaze swept over him, then lingered for a moment on the sword at his waist.

The Heavenly Evolution Palace Master clicked his tongue inwardly: "Kid, you're scaring me to death! Where did you get this sword? Did you just buy it with those hundreds of thousands of top-grade cosmic crystals?"

Su Jie continued forward.

As he passed before the four Palace Masters—Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, and Tian Quan—each of them displayed a different expression.

Some scrutinized him, some were curious, and some remained silent, but their gazes all lingered on his sword for a moment before they looked away.

"This kid..."

The Palace Master of Tianxuan muttered something under his breath and didn't continue.

The moment Su Jie stepped onto the high platform, the restrictions above the entire Primordial Temple were activated simultaneously, and a dark golden beam of light fell from the dome onto him, enveloping his entire body.

In the light, his robes moved without wind, fluttering and rustling.

He turned around, facing the audience, and countless eyes converged on him at the same time.

At the same time, the inspector finally made his move.

The thin mist that shrouded his face trembled slightly, as if something beneath it had opened its eyes and landed on Su Jie across tens of thousands of feet of void.

Su Jie didn't look up at the floating platform. He could feel the gaze, but he didn't care.

Above the platform, a crack appeared in the void.

He was an old man, dressed in a dark gold robe, with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and a peaceful demeanor that had settled after countless ages.

His aura was inconspicuous, and his figure was not tall, but the moment he appeared, the chaotic air currents above the entire Primordial Temple seemed to freeze for a moment.

"The Primordial Lord!"

"The strongest expert in the Primordial Temple!"

"That is... the ruler of the nine great temples under the Origin Temple!"

Countless eyes were focused on that figure, filled with awe, fervor, excitement, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

The Lord of the Primordial Beginning didn't look at anyone; his gaze was fixed on Su Jie, as if he were looking at a rough jade or a polished pearl.

"Su Jie," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every living being.

His gaze was calm as still water as it fell upon Su Jie, as if scrutinizing him or confirming something.

"You emerged from the Primordial Supreme Trial with seven lapis lazuli-colored scores, and even broke through to the ninth-order Supreme Supreme at less than a thousand years old."

The moment the words fell, the entire square seemed to be gripped by something tightly at the throat.

The entire arena was deathly silent, as if even the surging of the chaotic energy had vanished, leaving only the echo of the Lord of the Beginning's words slowly reverberating beneath the dark golden dome.

Then, like a boulder crashing into a deep pool, it exploded with a deafening roar.

"Seven...seven shades of lapis lazuli?!"

"The Primordial Supreme Trial?? Amethyst? Each of these amethyst-colored items takes hundreds of epochs to produce?? A seven-item all-rounder?!"

"What does the Seven Lapis Lazuli Colors mean? It means he has reached the highest rating in all aspects: Soul Age, Primal Universe Embryonic Stage, Bloodline, Physique, Soul, Dao Heart, and Dao Comprehension!"

"Since records began in the Chaos Sea, no living being has ever obtained more than three Azure Color attributes in the Primordial Supreme Trial! Seven?? How is that possible?!"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! The evaluation standard for the Lapis Lazuli color is the ultimate of the ultimate, a ceiling that surpasses all other beings of the same generation."