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

Elder Xuanji of the Temple of Ten Thousand Laws is also an Eight-Wheel Eternal, but his aura is more restrained than Elder Ni Chang's, like a sword sheathed.

He stopped in front of Su Jie, and without exchanging pleasantries, said directly, "Xuanji of the Myriad Laws Holy Temple, on behalf of the Temple Master, congratulates His Highness the Daoist on his coronation."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his movements so precise it was as if he had measured it with a ruler.

Su Jie smiled and returned the greeting: "Elder Xuanji, you are too kind."

When Elder Xuanji's gaze fell upon him, it was more direct than Elder Ni Chang's.

He looked Su Jie up and down before speaking, his voice devoid of emotion.

"I've heard that His Highness Daozi has swept through the Xuan Realm with unstoppable momentum, securing first place on the points leaderboard. His cultivation must be unfathomable; surely he'll break through to Eternity soon?"

Su Jie's smile remained unchanged: "Elder, you flatter me. I was just lucky. As for breaking through to the Eternal Realm, that's still a long way off."

"Far away," Elder Xuanji repeated calmly.

"I don't believe that someone who can break through to the ninth-tier Supreme within a thousand years and establish a firm foundation would think that eternity is a long way off."

Su Jie blinked but didn't reply.

Elder Xuanji looked at him for a few moments, but did not press him further.

He simply said, "The Palace Master is very interested in Daozi. If Daozi has the time, the Myriad Laws Holy Palace welcomes you to come and exchange ideas at any time."

Then he cupped his hands in greeting, turned around and walked down the path, his steps unhurried, like a precisely operating machine completing the final procedure.

Su Jie watched his retreating figure and silently made a mental note of his mistake.

I wonder if you'll still be able to maintain this posture when I chop you down with one stroke.

Next to come up was Lu Ming, the Temple Master of the Temple of Light.

This kind-faced, smiling middle-aged man wore a white-gold robe with a sun emblem embroidered on the hem.

His smile was warm, and his tone was kind: "Lu Ming of the Temple of Light congratulates His Majesty the Daoist on his coronation."

Su Jie smiled and replied, "You're too kind, Palace Master. This disciple doesn't deserve such praise."

His smile was flawless, but his spiritual sense clearly caught a detail.

The gaze of this Palace Master Lu Ming held a strange hostility that was more intense than that of the others.

Although it was only for a brief moment, Su Jie still noticed it.

He recalled the Lord of the Dawn Palace who had deduced his fate across the Chaos Sea and whose lifespan of ten thousand epochs had been lost due to the backlash from his Void Body of Destiny.

The person who knew too many secrets, yet chose to remain silent.

Was the Temple Master sent by the Temple of Light simply there to observe the ceremony, or was he there to gather intelligence for the Temple Master of Dawnlight?

However, his information was kept secret before, but now that the Daoist has been crowned, it is estimated that the Lord of the Morning Light Palace will soon be able to confirm his identity.

After all, only those who possess the Chaos Emperor Blood, which has never been seen before in this Chaos Sea, can break the rules and become a Ninth-Order Supreme within a thousand years, right?

Several thoughts raced through Su Jie's mind, but his face remained warm and polite as he escorted Lu Ming down the path.

Next, representatives from the five sacred temples—Cangwu Sacred Temple, Xuanhuang Sacred Temple, Chixiao Sacred Temple, Qingming Sacred Temple, and Ziji Sacred Temple—stepped forward in turn.

Their attitudes also varied: some were warm and polite, offering congratulatory gifts; others were cold and distant, merely going through the motions.

Some of them spoke with a hint of probing, trying to pry something out of Su Jie.

Su Jie responded to each question flawlessly.

He was neither arrogant nor humble, neither warm nor cold, polite when he needed to be, and ambiguous when he needed to be, responding to everyone's words just right.

After the representatives left, Su Jie raised his gaze slightly and placed it on the dark golden lotus platform that was suspended at the highest point.

At the end of the floating walkway, the void rippled slightly.

The figure gracefully descended from the lotus platform and appeared silently at the end of the path.

He wore a long, dark robe and had a calm expression, making it impossible to discern his age or emotions.

He stood there, his aura completely restrained, exuding no sense of oppression, just like an ordinary stone.

However, the moment Su Jie's eleventh-level primordial spirit touched him, it sensed a thick barrier that blocked all probes from entering.

"Origin Temple, Inspector, Qin You."

The figure spoke, his voice neither gendered nor calm, as still as a stagnant pool, "I have come to observe the ceremony as ordered."

Su Jie bowed slightly: "It is an honor for this disciple that the Headquarters Inspector has come from afar."

Qin You looked at him, his eyes, as calm as an ancient well, remained unmoved: "The Lord of Origin has chosen you as his personal disciple, and I have no objection."

These words are spoken in a very plain way, but their meaning is not simple.

The lack of objection implies that she might have had objections.

After reviewing Su Jie, she felt he was qualified.

Su Jie remained expressionless, only smiling: "Thank you for your recognition, Inspector."

He said polite things, but he was cursing in his heart.

Damn it, you're a woman too, right?

What do you mean by "no objection"? Do I need your objection? Who do you think you are?

Just a watchdog sent by the Origin Temple headquarters, does it really think it's something special?

Later I'd like to know just how many rounds of ammunition you can withstand.

Su Jie added another debt to his mind.

This Qin You originated from the Temple Inspector, a descendant of the transcendent.

Judging from his attitude, he's probably someone in a high position of power who's used to picking and choosing others.

He'd seen plenty of people like that; the more aloof they were, the more interesting they were once you peeled back the layers.

Qin You glanced at him again, then his figure transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the void without leaving a trace.

Su Jie gazed in the direction she disappeared, a smile playing on his lips.

Remember me? What a coincidence, I've remembered you too. Just you wait and see.

Su Jie suppressed his thoughts and temporarily put those ideas aside.

Now is not the time to delve into it; he has one last thing to do.

He turned around, facing the direction where tens of millions of eyes were focused, took a deep breath, and then slowly raised his right hand.

The Dao Child Token appeared in his palm, and dark golden light surged from its surface, enveloping his entire body.

The next moment, a vast power surged from the depths of the Primordial Temple, passing through layers of restrictions, through the disciple formations on both sides of the main path, and through the high platform carved from Chaos Origin Crystal, as if the entire temple had opened its eyes at the same time.

Su Jie spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"I, Su Jie, have been granted the position of Dao Child of the Primordial Temple today. I am deeply grateful for the Temple Master's kindness and the favor of everyone. In the years to come, the Primordial Temple will regard me as its Dao Child, and I will naturally take the Primordial Temple as my home."

He paused for a moment, then said, "If you all don't mind, feel free to come to me if you encounter any difficulties in the future. I, Su Jie, never betray my own people."

His words were brief, without lengthy pronouncements or elaborate descriptions.

But when the disciples of the Primordial Temple below the stage heard the seven words, "I, Su Jie, never betray my own people," they all straightened their backs in unison.