Ch. 840 - Imperial Might
In Heavenly Dao City, Xu Zimo and Monk Grand Wisdom walked along the main street and casually picked an inn to stay in.
"This place is really lively," Monk Grand Wisdom commented with a smile.
"It's the Heavenly Dao Academy entrance period, of course it is," said a worker from the inn nearby, also smiling. "For these seven days, the eyes of the entire Overlord Region are fixed on this place."
"Are we going to try to get into Heavenly Dao Academy?" Monk Grand Wisdom asked Xu Zimo.
"Let’s go check it out. With Heaven's Will still unformed, there’s nothing urgent to do anyway," Xu Zimo replied with a nod.
"I heard the standards for Heavenly Dao Academy are the highest among all academies on the continent," Monk Grand Wisdom said. "Do you think we can make it?"
"I can," Xu Zimo said with a smirk, "but for you... not so sure."
Although he said it half-jokingly, there was truth behind his words.
It was said that each year, hundreds of thousands, possibly even over a million, apply to Heavenly Dao Academy. But the academy only accepts one thousand.
And among those thousand were guaranteed seats for top students from the four branch academies: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird. Even Holy Sons and Holy Daughters from imperial lineages would apply.
They were all preparing for the coming of Heaven's Will, and Heavenly Dao Academy was the best place to do it.
Compared to them, Monk Grand Wisdom didn’t really have much of a name.
"I have my strengths too," Monk Grand Wisdom said, unconvinced. "My combat strength might not be amazing, but I’m a well-known figure in the Universal Dharma Sect. Especially in divination, our sect’s fortune-telling techniques are one of a kind. That counts for something."
Xu Zimo smiled and didn’t argue. What he said was true, after all, their grandmaster was able to find him using karma, which was no small feat.
After finishing their meal, the two followed the crowds to the gates of Heavenly Dao Academy.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that even five to six hundred meters away from the gate, they were already forced to stop due to the sea of people.
The crowd ahead was jam-packed. There was no way to push through.
Everyone had to queue one by one to register for the assessment. Even Holy Sons from imperial lineages got no special treatment, all had to line up equally.
While they waited at the back of the line, a commotion nearby caught their attention.
"Kid, I’m doing you a favor by cutting in line. Don’t push your luck," a blue-robed young man shouted arrogantly.
There were two young men arguing.
One wore a patched-up gray robe, dirty and unwashed for a long time, with a strange smell.