Thousand miles of dust

He was an orphan with mediocre aptitude and a humble background.
Through perseverance and an unwillingness to settle for mediocrity, he practiced cultivation desperately.
By a stroke of luck, he awakened the Ancient Martial Soul, long extinct in this world, and from that moment on, his rise was unstoppable, like a comet soaring high, embarking on a cultivation journey to dominate the world.
Starting as a beggar who was bullied by others, he began to shine with each step, entering into an era of chaos where Sects are numerous, talents abound, the Ten Thousand Clans vie for power, and human heroes emerge one after another in a vast and magnificent world.
With the 'Tyrant Sky Martial Soul', he vowed to forge his own myth!

Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Once the alchemy session began, the number of failures gradually started to increase.


As plumes of black smoke rose one after another, participants among the 120 began to step out.


On their faces, there was no anger—only helplessness and regret.


In the first two rounds, they could still make excuses, claiming they weren't suited to those questions, but the final round was solely a test of raw ability.


Failing three attempts consecutively was, for them, simply proof of weak skill.


Don't be fooled by the seemingly simple alchemy competition—it's a ruthless selection process. Those lacking strength cannot make it to the end.


And those who can make it to the end are undoubtedly the cream of the crop.


Earlier, many didn't fully understand why there was a half-hour rest period before the final round of testing.


Now they finally understood—the difficulty of this round was truly immense.


Chapter 1279: Humiliators Shall Be Crippled