Mitchell, his mind still buzzing with the implications of the Crimson Nightmare's unique technique, felt a profound sense of urgency. The two months of intense introspection had nearly cost him and Ange their chance at securing a spot at the prestigious Divine Pavilion Academy. He scrambled to gather his belongings, the jade slip still vibrating insistently in his hand. The thought of losing this opportunity, which held the potential for enormous advancement, gnawed at him.
He ran at his full speed towards the adventure guild because he guessed that would be where she was waiting for him. He ran through the pathways that were starting to seem familiar to him but he didn't give it much thought and continued running. He knew that his attempt to comprehend the root behind the crimson dragon's technique had almost cost them and they still had a silver of a chance. He wanted to stop and wander why Ange would wait for even though she could have just left. He wouldn't have felt anything because he knew it was his own fault. He had tried and nearly got it but still needed enough information and more time.
After several minutes of running, Mitchell arrived at the adventures guild and saw Ange.
Ange, ever practical, waited by a sleek, modernized carriage. It resembled a magnificent, ornate cart, yet lacked the traditional wheels. Instead, its frame shimmered with an almost ethereal glow, hinting at a potent form of levitation or propulsion. Mitchell's eyebrows shot up. "It flies?" he whispered, more to himself than to Ange.
"Indeed," Ange chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "A relic of the more advanced era, before the invention of wheels became widespread. It runs on compressed mana, which allows it to navigate at incredible speeds through the air. You sure took your time, she saud as she looked at the sweat on his face". She gestured for him to climb in. The carriage, with its internal mechanism practically humming, didn't feel remotely cumbersome despite its opulent appearance. Very soon the carriage took off and started it flight in the sky.
He looked down to see all the parts of the village. He also saw a portal that was in the air just floating. It was shiny a faint blue light. When he looked at the sides, he saw several floating devices and he was sure that was what made it able to float and also gave it the power it needs to operate.
As they fly through the portal, Mitchell had a feeling of being warped but it was only for a short amount of time before the scene changed. He saw the environment looked different and the view in front of his eyes made his pupil to shrink.
Mitchell saw a gigantic city in an almost clear blue barrier and in the city, he saw the name.
'Divine Pavilion sacred city' And then he saw another sight. He saw a huge academy within the city and it looked like the city was built from the base of the academy. He saw several cultivators who were flying in the sky and the countless number if people on the ground below.
He was shocked at the sight and then remembered the portal that he saw floating in midair and that feeling of his body being warped.
'A teleportation device' he said inwardly in shock, this had far outmatched anything else he had seen in the realm of cultivators. As if she could read his mind, Ange said " Divine pavilion city, warping took quite a while so I guess the inscription was being used by countless people at the same time. Its still as small as ever".
Mitchell heart nearly went into shock as he heard her words. 'This was small, then how huge were the other ones'.
As they soared above the forest canopy towards the city surrounded by an azure barrier, Mitchell stopped feeling shocked and just marveled at the vastness of the Divine Pavilion Academy. Its imposing structure, stretching across the entirety of the city, seemingly formed the very foundation for this fortress-like community. The city itself, contained entirely within the blue-light barrier, hinted at the immense power and control of the academy's protectors.
Navigating the entrance to the academy involved a complex sequence of checks. They stepped onto an expansive plaza, crowded with hundreds of aspirants, each exuding the vibrant aura of nascent power. Youngsters barely past puberty mingled with seasoned cultivators, their white beards and etched faces testifying to decades of training. The air itself hummed with the combined energy of countless individuals striving for greatness.
A designated registration area, bustling with registration clerks and assistants, was situated at the heart of the academy. Mitchell and Ange presented the requisite documents validating their prior accomplishments and the academy staff screened details, ensuring each candidate met the minimum realm requirement of Foundation Building Stage. Those who couldn't progress or had questionable circumstances were gently dismissed.
Mitchell, having quickly recovered his mental prowess from shock, now stood with a indifferent air, his movements fluid and composed. Thousands of prospective students, ranging in age from barely legal teens to grizzled veterans, filled the vast chamber. The air crackled with a palpable energy, the collective anticipation of a thousand budding talents. The atmosphere was electrifying and the anticipation was palpable.
The screening process involved more than just confirming their cultivation level. Each candidate was subjected to assessments designed to gauge their character, potential for growth, and suitability for various disciplines within the academy. It was clear that the academy wasn't simply admitting students; it was meticulously selecting them based upon a complex set of criteria. There surely would be much competition.
After the initial screening, Mitchell and Ange found themselves in a secondary area, a breathtaking hall adorned with glowing runes and intricate inscription arrays. Each wall seemed to resonate with an aura of profound power, the accumulated knowledge, training, and history of generations of students. This area was clearly the nexus of their upcoming tests and selections. The academy had an advanced registration system that connected prospective students to specific departments based on their prior experiences and aspirations.
The relationship inscription ceremony was more than just a formality; it served as a conduit to ensure alignment between students and their prospective mentors or instructors. This connection was vital to the growth and training of each scholar, allowing an optimal flow of advice. Mitchell and Ange anxiously waited for their moment. They knew that success in this process, more than just admittance, was crucial for their chances of optimal learning and growth. The inscription ceremony was a ritualistic joining of potential students with the right instructors. The inscriptions themselves weren't merely symbolic; they established an energetic link, facilitating a symbiotic relationship that would, hopefully, accelerate both their personal and professional development. It was a testament to the care and attention to detail of this prestigious academy.
After a series of rigorous examinations, Mitchell and Ange found themselves awaiting their placement. A hushed reverence filled the hall. Each inscribed name and details were read, showcasing the dedication and perseverance of the many students. The moment of placement was a culmination of hard work, resilience and determination. The inscriptions that connected them would be the key to navigating the academy.
The inscriptions were more than just an indication of their placement. They contained vital information, outlining appropriate mentorships, designated training areas, and potential opportunities. Mitchell and Ange's placement would potentially determine the specific direction they would pursue in the academy. These inscriptions detailed pathways that could guide them through specialized training and potentially allow access to special resources and mentorship.
This elaborate registration process wasn't simply about enrolling students. It was about aligning individuals with the resources and guidance necessary to maximize their potential and contribute to the larger community of the Academy. Mitchell and Ange were now officially part of the prestigious Divine Pavilion Academy trial entry, embarking on their journey into the world of cultivation with a sense of both excitement and trepidation. Their future could be said to about be intricately woven into the tapestry of the Divine Pavilion. If they could pass this last stage and get into the academy.
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