The ancient continent was vast, known as Boundless Heaven, towering high above, overlooking the starry cosmos.
There were nine heavens in total, and this was one of them—a mythical land of ultimate grandeur.
At a glance, its edges were nowhere in sight, with countless stars arranged in the void, appearing like mere grains of sand compared to this ancient land.
Clearly, there was more than one sun in the sky.
Each region had its own fixed sun, rising at dawn and setting at dusk.
“All transformed from the corpses of ancient Golden Crows!” Shi Hao sighed.
He knew that some of these ancient Golden Crows had been incomparably powerful in life, even surpassing the limits of the mortal realm. Yet now, they were dead, their very corpses turned into suns.
Not long after Shi Hao left the warship, a massive purple vessel traversed the void, entering this ancient continent and catching up to the blue warship.
“Brother, please wait!”
This was another slave ship, arriving from the Primordial Star, racing through the heavens to intercept the blue warship.
“What is it?” The owner of the blue warship halted and inquired.
“We come from the Primordial Ancient Mine. A very important slave of our clan has escaped…” An elder from the Wang Clan descended, having intended to return anyway. He seized this opportunity to verify his suspicions.
Unfortunately, upon reaching this continent, many had already disembarked from the blue warship. Even if he searched the vessel, he would find nothing.
Unaware of all this, Shi Hao had long since left the area using an ancient teleportation array on the ground.
“Celestial Academy!”
At this moment, he had only one goal—to reach that place and fulfill his wish as quickly as possible.
Since leaving the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, his journey had not been smooth, delayed far too long. He had to arrive in the shortest time possible; there was no time to waste.
He had once ventured to the edge of the wasteland, climbed the Immortal Mountain, and witnessed the beings of that realm already mobilizing, preparing for war!
Time was pressing. If he could not rise swiftly and reach the pinnacle, once war erupted, even the most prodigious genius would be useless without sufficient strength.
“The distance is too great!”
Shi Hao was stunned. He truly couldn’t fathom how vast this continent was. The so-called Boundless Heaven was many times larger than the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.
The Nine Heavens, towering above, were far more expansive than the Ten Earths, richer in spiritual energy and talent!
Just as the Three Thousand Provinces dwarfed the Eight Lower Realms, the Nine Heavens surpassed the Ten Earths by an even greater margin.
Shi Hao felt a headache coming on. Along the way, he could only rely on massive cities, paying exorbitant prices to use super teleportation arrays. Flying the distance was simply unrealistic.
Passing through one teleportation array after another, traversing ancient city after ancient city, Shi Hao pressed forward in a single direction.
After half a month and the expenditure of many rare heavenly treasures, he finally neared his destination, arriving in the region where the Celestial Academy stood.
The Sea of Stars—a land of myth.
Countless legends surrounded this place.
It was said that during the great war of antiquity, countless stars fell, crashing down in a dazzling spectacle of divine rainbows and radiant hues.
In that battle, a supreme being cleaved the heavens with a single sword, sending countless stars plummeting, submerging this land in an endless sea of light.
Afterward, the region became a wasteland, shattered by the sheer number of fallen stars.
Had it not been for its vastness and countless protective formations, it would have been utterly annihilated.
Even so, the land was forever changed. Plains became mountains, as countless meteors buried themselves in the earth or piled high upon the surface.
Meteoric mountains rose, towering into the clouds, their majestic presence pressing down upon the world.
Of course, this spectacle was only possible due to the lingering formations; otherwise, how could so many stars remain intact?
Later, another supreme being refined the land, transforming the fallen stars into true mountains, and vegetation flourished anew.
Thus, the region was named the Sea of Stars.
Beyond the stars, fragments of divine treasures were buried here, along with the blood and bones of supreme beings, making the land even more sacred and extraordinary.
Moreover, several immortal grottoes were buried beneath the endless stars, hidden deep underground.
Over the millennia, the Sea of Stars had regained its vitality, with immortal auras rising from many places, suffusing the land with sacred tranquility.
The Celestial Academy had chosen the most auspicious location for its grounds.
Rumors spoke of an immortal grotto from the previous era buried beneath its mountains, waiting to be unearthed. Even now, faint immortal mist occasionally rose from the academy, a testament to its divine and transcendent nature.
Clearly, this was the most ideal place for cultivation, enough to make ancient sects fight tooth and nail for it.
Only by establishing the Celestial Academy here could the other sects remain at peace, no longer willing to shed blood over it.
The Sea of Stars was vast, its area comparable to ten provinces of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces!
Upon arriving, a simple inquiry would reveal the location of the Celestial Academy, leaving no risk of getting lost.
For in recent times, countless had journeyed there, hoping to be chosen and admitted into the academy.
Along the way, Shi Hao encountered many young talents, all sharing the same goal—to enter the Celestial Academy.
This puzzled him. Hadn’t the selection process long concluded? Why were so many still arriving?
As he ventured deeper into the Sea of Stars, nearing the academy, the number of travelers only grew. Some rode ancient white divine elephants, others perched atop dragon-patterned phoenixes—most were disciples of superpowers!
Finally, he arrived.
Ahead, towering mountains loomed, wreathed in purple mist and radiant auspicious light, unmistakably one of the rarest pure lands in the mortal realm.
The mountain ranges undulated like ten thousand dormant true dragons!
“These mountains are piled from imperial stars, brimming with spiritual energy and divine essence,” someone remarked.
Upon reaching the academy gates, Shi Hao was stunned by the sheer number of people.
The skies teemed with divine birds, carrying young masters and ladies—all prodigies of the mortal realm, each with notable achievements on the path of cultivation.
Without exception, they were all experts, not a single ordinary soul among them.
The ground was no less crowded, with savage beasts pulling ancient chariots, exuding terrifying auras, each transporting the finest talents of their clans—scions of regional overlords, princesses of imperial dynasties.
Their identities were extraordinary, their backgrounds immense.
The crowd was endless, stretching as far as the eye could see, filling the skies, the earth, and even the mountains.
Shi Hao felt dizzy. The competition was brutal—how many would be chosen from such a multitude?
Beyond the gates, the academy was a vision of sacred purity. Towering mountains housed jade palaces, divine waterfalls cascaded, immortal light shimmered, and auspicious mist swirled—a breathtaking sight.
The mountains were fragrant with sacred herbs, glowing with iridescent hues.
Even divine herbs could be seen, darting across the slopes on their own, a sight to behold.
A vast lake housed ancient divine flood dragons, kept as ornamental creatures, occasionally spouting water and lightning.
With just a few glances, Shi Hao couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer grandeur.
The academy grounds were boundless, stretching beyond sight. He could only glimpse the outermost wonders.
“Why are so many people here? Didn’t the disciple selection end long ago?” Shi Hao couldn’t help but ask a bystander.
This earned him disdainful looks, most ignoring him.
Only one person, puzzled, replied, “Aren’t you here to become a follower?”
A single sentence sent a jolt through Shi Hao.
Upon further inquiry, he learned the truth—and was left dumbfounded.
The Celestial Academy’s disciple selection had indeed concluded long ago. The elites and prodigies gathered here were not competing to become disciples, but to become followers of the core disciples.
Periodically, the academy’s disciples would select attendants, maids, and followers.
These people had journeyed from afar for a mere chance to enter the academy, regardless of status.
Shi Hao was shocked. He couldn’t comprehend it—among them were the young supremes of great clans, heirs of mighty races, even princesses of ancient imperial dynasties!
With their noble statuses and extraordinary talents, was this really necessary?
“You don’t understand. By entering the academy as a follower, if one proves exceptional enough, there’s a chance to become a formal disciple!” someone explained.
“Just for that chance, even the pearls of their clans would serve as maids, and young supremes as attendants?” Shi Hao questioned.
“Everything requires sacrifice, let alone entering the Celestial Academy to receive the strongest legacy in history!” a beautiful woman sighed.
“The strongest legacy in history?” Shi Hao was astonished.
The others paid him little heed, realizing he knew nothing—utterly ignorant.
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