All those who had paid attention to Zhou Leng's small group showed expressions of surprise and curiosity.

Among them, Elder Song, Zhang Xinglie, and Zhang Feng were indeed considered remarkably talented.

However, the others were just at an ordinary genius level, or even less.

Some of them initially did not have talents comparable to many lower-level disciples.

Twenty-seven people with purple lights above their heads stood together.

On the field, four groups were divided.

Lower-class disciples, intermediate disciples, upper-class disciples, and Zhou Leng standing alone.

Master Wu looked towards Zhou Leng and said, "Initially, even I was fooled by you, thinking you were just lucky to learn part of the Divine Text and gain the status of a registered disciple. It is only now that I realize you can break through the civilization lock of the Divine Text and learn the entire Divine Text directly."

"You've cultivated diligently and are willing to share with others, shouldering the responsibility of the eldest senior brother."

"Of course, the most important thing is, you are the only one who learned the full text and also learned a bit of the latter part."

"Your achievements in the future will far exceed others, but..."

Master Wu glanced at Song Juesi and Zhang Xinglie.

"It won't be long before you fall far behind the two of them."

"Their lack of understanding of the Divine Text is a weakness, but their abilities and talents can quickly compensate."

"You may feel indignant, but some people are just able to reach heights in certain fields that ordinary people can never reach."

"You must remember, with your life, that the future of your civilization rests on their shoulders."

"The life and death of these two people determine whether your civilization can step out into the starry sky."

"Perhaps, many years later, you'll find that your greatest, perhaps only, meaning in life is to understand the Divine Text, starting from here, to build the Ascension Divinity Ladder for the two of them."

Zhou Leng turned his head to glance at Song Juesi and Zhang Xinglie.

"Even if your aptitude is inferior to theirs, you are indisputably first in this trial."

"Therefore, you can take a step ahead, enter the left gate, and participate in the next trial."

"If you are lucky, you might have the chance to enter the Hundred Peaks Valley and acquire the Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit."

"Remember, the Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit is very important, not only for your primitive civilization but even the geniuses of high-level civilizations and those Divine Spirit races will compete for it."

"They are not registered disciples, even if they pass the Triple Trial, they can only be promoted to registered disciples."

"The capabilities and talents of those two are astonishing, so they can be exceptionally promoted to outer sect disciples, and in the future, they have the opportunity to be promoted to the inner sect."

"You were originally a registered disciple, after passing the Triple Trial, you can directly be promoted to an outer sect disciple."

"Go now."

Zhou Leng saluted and thanked Master Wu.

Zhou Leng returned, spoke a few words with others, then walked towards the side gate with Zhao Nandi and chatted in a low voice.

Zhao Nandi carefully instructed.

Zhao Nandi watched Zhou Leng enter the left side gate and then turned back.

"Excuse me... Expert Zhao, why did Zhou Leng leave?"

Zhao Nandi said, "His cultivation achievements are the highest, and with Master Wu's permission, he has taken the lead to enter the Second Layer Trial. He asked me to relay the message that everyone should train hard and strive to enter the Second Layer Trial soon."

"Do you mean that Zhou Leng's understanding of the 'Star Gazing Technique' is the deepest, highest, and most comprehensive?"

"You could say that."

"How is that possible? Clearly, Elder Song is the first. Elder Song, is that correct?"

Over three hundred people all looked at Song Juesi.

Song Juesi smiled slightly and said, "When it comes to the translation, my understanding is the deepest, but when it comes to the original Divine Text, Zhou Leng's understanding is the deepest."

The crowd pondered these words, slowly grasping their meaning.

Someone suddenly shouted, "I suddenly realized... those who have never heard Zhou Leng's lectures or have just listened to the recording, raise your hand."

Many people raised their hands.

Gradually, more and more people understood what he meant and looked at those raising their hands.

All the lower-class disciples raised their hands.

Some intermediate disciples raised their hands.

No upper-class disciples raised their hands.

"This... it can't be."

"Nothing is impossible; the truth is already clear."

"No wonder, there are a few individuals who are clearly very powerful, even from Yunhua Jinjing or the Military Academy, who are more formidable than many upper-class disciples, yet remain at the intermediate level..."

"I understand now, if average in aptitude and not having heard Zhou Leng's lectures, one can only stay in the lower-class."

"If average in aptitude but having heard Zhou Leng's lectures, they entered the intermediate level."

"If very talented but not heard Zhou Leng's lectures, they can only remain in intermediate."

"If very talented and have heard Zhou Leng's lectures, they entered the upper level."

"Even the Divine Text experts, who don't practice that much but have frequent contact with Zhou Leng, can enter intermediate or even upper levels."

"Moreover, Zhou Leng's friends, although they all entered the upper level, many of them aren't very strong."

"It seems just by listening to Zhou Leng enough, even if originally lower-class, one can ascend to the upper level."

"No wonder Ren Yuan felt Zhou Leng's lectures were different..."

After everyone finished analyzing, those who hadn't heard Zhou Leng's lectures stood in a daze.

The ones with ordinary talents didn't matter.

However, those few who had an early Martial Arts Index of 11, seen as geniuses among their peers, and were senior students at Yunhua, Jinjing, and the Military Academy, they were the ones who felt the most regretful.

A seemingly ordinary arrogance led to missing out on a great opportunity.

"Ren Yuan, did Zhou Leng's recordings have that kind of feeling?"

Ren Yuan shook his head and said, "No, I listened to them repeatedly, and they felt completely different."

"What a pity..."

"Elder Song, what do you think?"

Those regretful people turned to Elder Song, hoping he'd deny this speculation.

Song Juesi sighed and said, "Ren Yuan's feeling is correct; you all have lost watermelons and picked up sesame seeds. Did you never wonder why, whenever Zhou Leng lectured, Zhang Xinglie and I never left?"

Those martial arts geniuses who remained as intermediate disciples lowered their heads.

Their inner regret tangled like threads, getting more and more complicated.

Song Juesi said, "Everyone continue to work hard in your cultivation and hope to catch up with Zhou Leng's pace by fully passing the Triple Trial."

In front of the Transmission Hall, it was silent.

Outside the Ancient River Trial, the Ten Realms were in an uproar.

At the Ruda Martial Arts Hall.

Feng Wenhao suddenly burst into a curse, "Damn, Zhou Leng is so unlucky!"

"What happened?"

"Look at the top news from Martial Arts City. It says that for some reason, the entrance to the battlefield of the Ten Realms Youth Battle has changed. This year, the number of participants allowed to enter has doubled!"

"What? Does that mean Zhou Leng can enter too? Quickly contact Zhou Leng."

"Contact my ass, Zhou Leng has already entered the Ancient River Trial and hasn't responded for several days."

Class Manager Wei Hong said, "I want to curse too! How could this happen? That's a spot for the Ten Realms Youth Battle."

"Sigh, I heard Zhang Xinglie went too. It's really fate playing tricks."

"What a pity."

"But with their talents, they will definitely get in next year."

"With the talent of those two, they can probably advance to the Innate stage in six months. They can't be held back for half a year, that's a big loss."

"It's really a dilemma..."

At the school playground.

Liang Baiyin was dressed in a short-sleeved white shirt and a red plaid skirt, her white knee-high socks wrapped around her legs, stepping in small black leather shoes.

She kept dialing Zhou Leng's phone, always busy.

"Sigh..."

Liang Baiyin let out a light sigh.

Shanheyuan turned off the Demonized Watch, frowned, and looked in the direction of the Ruda Martial Arts Hall.

"Those two are so unlucky..."

At the Ruda Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Boxiong put away the Advanced Demon Brain and said, "The Guhe Research Institute said they have already entered, the door is closed, and it's unknown when they'll come out."

"Can a spot be saved for Zhou Leng?" Deng Zhijue asked.

Wang Boxiong shook his head and said, "Too many people are eyeing it. Even if he were here, he might not be able to grab it, let alone save it for him."

"That's a pity, if he finishes the trial and comes out just as the battle begins, it will be even more regretful."

"Wait until next year."

At Yunhua Martial Arts Academy.

The school held an emergency meeting to discuss the spots.

The school leaders, having learned that Zhang Xinglie had entered the Ancient River Trial, sighed.

In their hearts, Zhang Xinglie was already the second-greatest talent after Li Shenkong.

In the Dragon World.

In a splendid palace, the walls were carved out to make densely packed exhibition cabinets.

Inside the cabinets were countless weapons, demonized items, artworks, gems, and other treasures.

At the end of the palace, a massive Red Dragon lay in a pool of lava, scanning below.

Many Giant Dragons crawled on the ground, facing the Red Dragon.

"Since the spots for the Ten Realms Youth Battle have increased, Jade Wings, you should go as well."

"Most admired Her Majesty the Queen, your voice is like a celestial melody, bringing joy to my heart and soul. Alas, I am just a weak Green Dragon. Please give my spot to a stronger dragon, one that may bring you honor."

All the dragons looked at Jade Wings with strange eyes.

Half seemed to be looking at a fool, for already rejecting a spot once, how could it be rejected a second time.

The other half, older dragons were expressionless, acting, keep acting.

"Pick one more Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit as my collectible, that's settled."

"Her Majesty..." Jade Wings choked with emotion.

The Red Dragon waved a claw, a gust of wind swept through.

All the dragons, like beans in a pot, were lifted, spinning and flying in mid-air.

"Her Majesty, I do not wish to die..." Jade Wings cried out in grief.

In the middle of the Transmission Hall.

Zhou Leng walked into a small square; at the end of the square stood a palace slightly smaller than the Transmission Hall.

On the black plaque, three-dimensional Divine Text was carved.

Flying Moon.

Zhou Leng was about to head toward the Flying Moon Hall when he suddenly stopped.

The Four Dragons Carrying the Moon Three-legged Black Cauldron stood in front, emanating light white smoke.

The white smoke spread into mist, enveloping the square, transforming into a semi-transparent topographical map of mountains and rivers.

A long, winding river twisted through mountains and around peaks; Nine Bends looped multiple times, taking up half the square.

At the source of the long river, a spherical bright moon floated.

Young disciples wearing ancient Eastern style clothing emerged from walls, doors, and void, each of their bodies transparent.

Like children during a festival, they gathered around the winding river.

Zhou Leng gazed at these young children, the youngest were five or six, and the eldest no more than fifteen or sixteen.

They spoke in pure Divine Text.

Zhou Leng did not record the conversation but listened, memorizing, and feeling.

All these children were in the late stage of Life Force.

Measured by Martial Arts Index, their level was at least 11.

Suddenly, three children walked in from a side door, and all nearby children made way for three.

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Sister Shen..."

"Junior Brother..."

A genteel boy was the tallest, wearing a smile, nodding occasionally to disciples who greeted him.

A girl of medium height bore a delightful smile, her round face extremely cute.

The last was a little boy shorter than the girl, expressionless, his eyes slightly cold, responding to no one, as if indifferent to everything.

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