How clever you are, read the article: Three months passed quickly. The Heavenly Sect's arena was located atop a magnificent mountain, overlooking the entire sect. The mountain was steep, shrouded in mist, like a sacred place connected to the heavens. A huge circular stage, constructed of sturdy black iron, stood on the arena, radiating a faint metallic sheen. Surrounding the stage was a ring of towering spectator seats for the Heavenly Sect's elders, disciples, and representatives from various factions. Colorful neon lanterns hung in the air above the spectator seats, emitting a warm and dazzling light. Flowers and green plants were arranged among the seats, adding a touch of life to the arena. Around the stage, towering stone pillars were carved with exquisite runes and sword patterns, embodying the sacred power of the Heavenly Sword Palace. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, illuminating the arena like a sacred radiance. At the center of the stage, a huge banner fluttered high, embroidered with the emblem of the Heavenly Sect—a flying sword against the blue sky, symbolizing the Heavenly Sect disciples' pursuit of freedom and power. Looking out over the arena, one could see rolling mountains and winding rivers, like a magnificent landscape painting. Birds soared atop mist-shrouded peaks, their wingspan a breathtaking sight. The Heavenly Sect disciples stood in the stands, clad in uniform blue robes, their gazes solemn and excited. They were the pride of the Heavenly Sect, their eyes revealing a thirst for the battle of the strong and the courage to challenge. The entire arena was filled with a tense and fierce atmosphere; everyone held anticipation, eager to see the strongest emerge from this contest. The wind howled, the sun shone brightly. The Heavenly Sect's selection process officially began. Lin Feng stood in the plaza, watching the Ice Mage who would become his first opponent. The Ice Mage wore a silver-white robe, his face cold, his eyes gleaming with icy light. He held a crystal-clear ice staff, radiating a chilling aura. Lin Feng sensed the powerful coldness emanating from the ice mage—a chilling frost energy. He took a deep breath, gripped his lightsaber tightly, and prepared to meet the challenge. The ice mage slowly raised his staff, a beam of frost light emanating from its tip, forming a solid ice wall around him. He coldly stared at Lin Feng, then lightly swung his staff, sending a barrage of ice crystals flying out with incredible speed. Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately leaped into the air, nimbly dodging the ice crystal attacks. He gripped his lightsaber tightly, its blade gleaming brightly. He charged towards the ice mage, his sword strikes continuous and powerful, each strike imbued with immense energy. The ice mage sneered, his ice staff flashing, creating a cloud of icy mist that completely shrouded him. Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, calmly observing the movements within the icy mist. Suddenly, a chilling aura swept over him, and he instantly dodged to the side, only to see an ice blade grazed past him. Lin Feng knew that the Ice Mage moved with ease within the icy mist; to defeat him, he had to get close. Using the agility and nimbleness of his swordsmanship, he constantly weaved through the icy mist, observing the Ice Mage's movements. Suddenly, he noticed a slight crack appearing in the Ice Mage's ice wall. This was his chance! Lin Feng seized the opportunity, swiftly leaping forward, his lightsaber piercing the crack in the ice wall like lightning. With a deafening roar, the ice wall shattered completely, the icy mist dissipated, and the Ice Mage's figure was exposed to the light. His expression tensed, and as Lin Feng closed in, an ice shield immediately appeared in front of him. An ice spike followed. Lin Feng had nowhere to dodge; his lightsaber, which had been aimed at his chest, was violently knocked away. Then, several more ice spikes followed. "Sword Domain, open!" An invisible sword aura emanated from his body, and the surrounding space began to fluctuate rapidly. A peculiar domain quickly formed, filled with a dense sword intent. The ice spikes' speed was slowed, and Lin Feng easily dodged them. This Sword Domain allowed Lin Feng's swordsmanship to be fully unleashed; his sword techniques became even more ferocious and swift. Sword energy churned within the domain, like a thousand horses galloping, carrying the power to destroy everything. The Ice Mage sensed the powerful aura erupting from Lin Feng, and his expression turned solemn. He dared not underestimate his opponent any longer and immediately unleashed even more powerful ice spells, attempting to withstand Lin Feng's attacks. However, within the domain, every spell he cast was greatly restricted. Sword and ice intertwined; Lin Feng's sword techniques were like a storm, each strike filled with the power of the sword realm. The Ice Mage was forced to constantly dodge, but could not withstand Lin Feng's fierce onslaught. At this moment, the disciples of the Heavenly Sect and elders from various factions also witnessed this intense duel from the viewing platform. Their eyes gleamed with admiration and astonishment, praising Lin Feng's swordsmanship. The elders of the Heavenly Sword Palace were also deeply captivated by the sword realm Lin Feng displayed. They knew that breaking through to the sword domain so soon after arriving in the Great World was an exceptional talent, even among inner disciples. In the exchange of sword strikes, Lin Feng seized a moment of lapse in the Ice Mage's attention, piercing his defenses and knocking him back several steps. The Ice Mage was horrified to find himself unable to continue, and could only helplessly raise his hand to the referee. Lin Feng sheathed his lightsaber, and his sword domain gradually disappeared. "Thank you for the concession," Lin Feng said, cupping his hands in greeting, to which the Ice Mage returned the gesture. Because there were a total of sixteen new disciples this year, the battles were divided into pairs, requiring four matches. The winning disciple would have the right to choose their faction first, while the other disciples would be passively chosen by their faction. After a few days of rest, the second round of matches began. Lin Feng's second opponent was the Mystic who had won the previous test. After a brief introduction, the two stepped onto the arena. The sorcerer, dressed in a long purple robe, held an ancient esoteric tome in his hand. His eyes were deep, revealing an air of mystery. Lin Feng knew that the sorcerer was skilled at using incantations and runes to cast powerful spells, and he needed to be vigilant. He quickly adjusted his stance. "Second match, begin!" With the referee's command, the sorcerer, tossing incantations, unleashed strange runes that transformed into dazzling beams of light. These beams of light coalesced into a barrier, protecting the sorcerer while simultaneously attacking Lin Feng. Lin Feng nimbly dodged the attacks of the runic light, while also guarding against any possible magical attacks from the sorcerer. He stared intently at the sorcerer, searching for an opening. Suddenly, a low murmur emanated from the sorcerer's tome, and the entire scene began to turn eerie. A purple mist spread out, obscuring Lin Feng's vision. Lin Feng became alert; he knew danger lurked within the mist. Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning shot out from the mist, heading straight for Lin Feng. Lin Feng immediately dodged, but the lightning was too fast, only grazing his shoulder and leaving a shallow wound. Lin Feng gritted his teeth; he couldn't let the mist and lightning bother him. He focused his mind, gathering his sword intent, and the realm of swordsmanship manifested once more. A sword beam formed from condensed sword energy erupted from Lin Feng's lightsaber, instantly slicing through the mist and revealing the sorcerer's figure to Lin Feng's vision. Lin Feng swiftly launched an attack, his swordplay sharp and fierce, each strike carrying boundless sword intent. Sword energy crisscrossed, rapidly closing in on the sorcerer. Seeing this, the sorcerer quickly chanted an incantation, and a massive purple magic circle appeared beneath his feet. The magic circle rapidly expanded, releasing powerful defensive energy. Lin Feng's swordplay came like a storm, constantly striking the magic circle, but unable to easily break through. The sorcerer's eyes shone brightly as he continued casting spells. Suddenly, the tome in the sorcerer's hand emitted a brilliant light, purple energy condensing in his palm. He raised both hands high, unleashing a massive purple energy ball towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng sensed the threat contained within the energy ball. He swiftly gathered his sword intent, wielding his lightsaber and unleashing a beam of light that collided with the energy ball. The sword light and the energy ball intersected, erupting with dazzling light and a powerful impact. The air on the field seemed to freeze, creating a brief moment of stillness. When the light dissipated, Lin Feng stood rooted to the spot, while the sorcerer staggered back several steps, his face filled with astonishment. Lin Feng seized this opportunity and launched another attack. His movements were agile, his sword strikes continuous and relentless. With each flash of sword light, he swiftly closed in on the sorcerer, threatening his life. The sorcerer was forced into a defensive posture, constantly casting spells to defend, but Lin Feng's sword strikes were relentless and almost flawless. The elders of the Heavenly Sword Palace watching the battle were filled with admiration and joy as they saw Lin Feng's swordsmanship. They were even more convinced of Lin Feng's strength, and even if Lin Feng lost, he would be their first choice.
Three main female characters, no romantic pairings, no male lead, sword cultivators, martial arts, evil cultivators, slow-burn, space, Hehuan Sect, no system, not a wish-fulfillment novel, no time travel, semi-ensemble cast, growth through trials, dual souls, business adventures, multiple worlds, epic political intrigue, intelligent characters, super long novel, unconventional cultivation, this book is not divided into male and female sections, we believe there's something for everyone!
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