The shattered remains of the Heaven Measuring Monument still lay scattered across the ruined training grounds.
Fragments of black stone glimmered faintly beneath drifting spiritual smoke while cracked formation lines spread across the arena floor like scars left behind by a natural disaster. Even now, traces of golden spiritual energy lingered within the air, heavy enough to make weaker disciples unconsciously slow their breathing.
And yet—
Nobody spoke immediately.
The administrators stood frozen near the destroyed platform with expressions that no longer resembled ordinary shock.
This had gone far beyond surprise.
Far beyond expectation.
Because what they had witnessed today completely overturned every standard they had used for sect evaluations throughout their entire careers.
Xu Wen remained silent while slowly looking across the Sanatan Flame Sect once more.
This time—
Not as an evaluator.
But as someone trying to understand what exactly stood before him.
