Apotheosis

Although Faegan, Jago and the other disciples were from the Sword Dance Palace, this did not mean they weren't talented.

Their talents were only inferior to Beldene's and Elgin's since those two were exceptionally gifted. Besides, there were more than ten disciples from the Burial Sword Palace and Demon Sword Palace, and they were also talented warriors.

When the Flag Masters saw these disciples, they couldn't help but feel excited. With heavy numbers of warriors pouring in, they had a higher probability of convincing some of them to be their followers.

As the Flag Masters began approaching them with hopeful eyes, Faegan and the others ignored them and moved on to follow Zen.

The Flag Masters stood baffled at the rejection as they watched them pass by.

"Am I seeing things?"

"Are all these guys flocking to follow that young man?"

"That guy must have a noble background. Which clan is he from?" The Flag Masters discussed among themselves while glancing at Zen.

It could be a stroke of luck when Elgin and Beldene decided to follow Zen's lead. However, now that all these disciples went to stand behind Zen to pick him as their leader, things were different.

Just as the Flag Masters attempted to process this awkward situation, another hundred warriors climbed over the Sword Wall.

Their expressions made a quick switch from confused to glum as they stood there in dismay at the rare sight.

Among these warriors, only sixteen or seventeen decided to stay back. The rest of them all gathered around Zen. No matter how much the Flag Masters tried to persuade them, they wouldn't budge. They were all standing with the utmost resolve next to him. The Flag Masters' efforts were all in vain.

The disciples had made up their mind and they had no intentions of switching sides. All of them wanted to accompany Zen.

As a result, an awkward scene revealed itself as silence reigned over the Flag Masters who stood empty-handed, whilst Zen stood tall with no flag yet more than a hundred recruits.

As more warriors continued to pass through the Sword Wall, the embarrassment of the Flag Masters reduced when they began to join them.

Tens of thousands of warriors would take part in the Sword Wall trial every day. However, in the end, only one-third of them succeeded in climbing over it. This was still a notable amount.

As more and more warriors began filling up their ranks, the Flag Masters' tensed expressions relaxed.

After the trial, the Sword Wall closed up. The young man in a white robe standing over the wall declared in a clear voice, "The Sword Wall is closed now as the trial has ended. Everyone,

s it.

As he opened the door and walked in, his eyes fell on a half-naked old man. He instinctively attempted to scan his aura but was unable to. The old man had no hint of power fluctuating from within his body. Naturally, Zen concluded him to be a mere mortal like the ones in his inner world.

Zen felt odd. This old man seemed to be even weaker than the divine citizens in the divine land. This was unbelievable!

"Have you come for your flag?" The old man asked while stroking his chin.

Zen nodded. "Yes."

The old man drew out a tag hanging on the wall as he spoke, "Only one person managed to hang the sword on the sixth layer of the Sword Wall today. Was it you?"

"Yes, it was," replied Zen.

The old man continued to walk to the corner of the room. He struggled to carry the weight of his body as he lifted his feet and stumbled with his steps. He raised one of the flagpoles and threw it at Zen while saying, "You should find your territory before night. Otherwise, you might get killed."

"My territory?" Zen narrowed his eyes.

With a smile, the old man demonstrated what he meant by stabbing the ground with a flagpole. "Insert the flagpole into the ground and you will know."

"Can I insert the flagpole in any space outside?" Zen asked again while raising the flagpole in his hands.

"Of course you can, as long as you can insert it into the ground," the old man said with a weak grin.

Zen didn't understand what was so hard in just inserting the flagpole into the ground.

He walked out from the room carrying the flagpole, and kept thinking about what the old man had told him.

But Zen didn't dare underestimate the old man. His ability to suppress his aura impressed him. Even he was unable to pull off such a technique.