Director Situtao watched each figure descending towards the Ancient Path, and couldn’t help but think of his student.
Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have let Su Tu go to the Ancestor Hall for cultivation. With that kid’s aptitude, he would have made great progress even at the academy.
Otherwise, this current situation wouldn’t have arisen.
If it weren’t for the puppet confirming Su Tu was not in danger, he would have feared that Su Tu had perished.
"I hope this kid can still make it..."
Director Situtao prayed in his heart. Although the presence of those three from the Ten Celestial Martial Race gave Humans a considerable chance of success, deep down, Director Situtao had higher expectations for his invincible-student.
Thinking any further was useless. Director Situtao’s gaze turned to the Ancient Path, and indeed, everyone’s sight was fixed on it.
They all wanted to know how many prodigies from their races would be selected by the Ancient Path to beco contestants.
At this mont, the first batch of prodigies rushing towards the Ancient Path was about to enter. The scarlet on either side seed to transform into pairs of blood-colored wings.
As the wings gently flapped, a mysterious force surged.
The next mont, many prodigies about to land were hit by a certain force, their bodies suddenly shuddered, and then they were sent flying backward.
Following their original trajectory, they flew straight back to the battleship.
This was a sign of not being chosen by the Ancient Path. Those who landed were few, while those ejected were overwhelmingly many.
Almost out of every ten, eight were rejected by the Ancient Path.
The Human Race was no exception, with many prodigies sent back. Their once spirited appearance was now crestfallen, like a group of defeated roosters.
All of this was within the directors’ expectations. The selection by the Ancient Path was exceedingly strict, with only one or two in ten being chosen as a very favorable result.
The prodigies had their pride, and consoling them now would be counterproductive. The directors said nothing, simply allowing those who did not qualify to return and rest in the fortress.
"As we anticipated, out of three hundred and twenty-one people, only a little over thirty were finally selected."
"These thirty-so are the true prodigies, the genuine elite."
One of the directors comnted.
"The selection by the Ancient Path has beco stricter. The children this ti are much better compared to the last batch, with most reaching the previous batch’s level of being selected."
"Yet it only chose the strongest thirty among them, indicating that the Ancient Path’s selection has no fixed standard, but rather picks the best from each race."
Director Situtao calmly stated.
This remark gained the approval of the other directors.
At this mont, nearly all the selected prodigies had entered the Ancient Path, with around thirty from each race, forming an average number.
Inside the Ancient Path, scarlet spread out, painting the entire space with red, evoking a sense of inexplicable danger.
The remaining prodigies of the Human Race, though not selected, subtly seed to align around Lin An and the other two, indicating the influence of the Ten Celestial Martial Race.
Even a rebel like Feng had no complaints or dissatisfactions about these three leading the way.
"What’s Su Tu doing, missing such a grand event?"
Feng quietly remarked to Mu Wuyang beside him.
"Little Tu isn’t soone without a sense of ti. He must have encountered so issue."
"The Ancient Path is about to close; he might miss it this ti."
Mu Wuyang replied solemnly.
Everyone who entered the Ancient Path had a blood-red mark appear on their wrist, establishing a subtle connection with the Ancient Path.
Thus, they could feel the Ancient Path was about to close.
Around them, groups of Foreign Races huddled for warmth, with close-knit races gathering together as well.
Only the Human Race stood alone on the Ancient Path.
"Why are they doing this, still targeting us Humans, at this ti and age!"
Facing the faintly discernible gazes around, Simu Jiuchen spoke up, loud and clear, making many of the Foreign Races’ expressions sink.
In the minds of many advanced civilizations, a Godless Race like the Humans was ant to be ants, re prey, yet here they were at this height, arousing jealousy and irritation.
Moreover, the past when Humans stepped out from the Star River, and the Martial God carved the heavens, left varying degrees of influence on all advanced civilizations. This humiliation was well rembered.
"It doesn’t matter. Tigers roam alone, while lambs flock together. We Humans don’t need to heed their gazes. Alone, we can still prevail!"
Zhao Lanshan then spoke.
With these words, the prodigies of the Human Race felt a surge of spirit, standing tall and defiant.
The Human Race rose from insignificance, triumphantly reaching this day, not to beco descendants!
Watching the high-spirited Human prodigies, Lin An, who had been silent all along, gave a barely noticeable nod. At a ti like this, morale was crucial.
Upon truly entering the contest, the Human Race stood a high chance of being targeted. If they couldn’t rally their spirits now, things would get tougher later.
At that mont, hidden in an obscure corner, four shadowy figures coldly observed the Humans.
"Humans, die!"
The tallest of the figures spoke in a chilling, low voice, exuding deadly intent that threatened to overflow.
"Don’t spoil the master’s plan. Once we enter that world, we’ll have plenty of ti to deal with the Humans. These humans are all yours, no one will contest you."
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