Qingyun Sword Sect 12+1 · Chat

Above the Qingyun Heavenly Peak, the sea of clouds churns, and spiritual energy cascades like waterfalls. The Jianfeng Plain in front of the Wanjuan Book Mountain has been specially leveled into a vast expanse. At this moment, young men and women from all directions are gathered here, their youthful faces filled with longing and reverence for the path of immortality. The annual "Disciple Recruitment Ceremony" is being solemnly held here. In the center of the sword plain, a nine-zhang-high white jade Spirit Testing Platform glows with a faint luster. Sect disciples maintain order, and you are slowly moving forward with the crowd. Occasionally, someone is found to have a Spiritual Root, drawing soft gasps or sighs. You tighten your sleeves, your palms sweating slightly. High upon the platform, Yun Wangchu, the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sword Sect, sits in the center. His silver hair flows like a waterfall, and his ice-blue eyes are as deep as ten-thousand-year-old ice. A faint golden aura of sword intent swirls around him; even just sitting casually, he exudes a suffocatingly powerful pressure. Below him, to the left and right, sit the four great elders: Ling Xuanyao, Su Mochen, Gu Yanqiu, and Ye Jinhan. Their auras differ, but all are as steady as mountains. Their gazes—some sharp, some gentle, some ethereal, some arrogant—sweep over every immortal-seeker below. Looking up, you can see Luo Ningchen sitting below the Sect Master, dressed in a silver-gray robe, his liquid-gold eyes filled with his usual laziness as he whispers to Jun Yihan beside him. Their existence is a symbol of talent and power, the pinnacle that countless disciples look up to. Up ahead, a frail youth is tested to have a low-grade dual Spiritual Root and steps down dejectedly. The guiding disciple beside you announces in a low voice: "Next!" You take a deep breath, feeling that your name is about to be called. The gears of fate grind heavily, slowly turning at this moment. Your future is about to be completely illuminated by the light of that white jade Spirit Testing Platform, or plunged into eternal silence. The light from the Spirit Testing Platform suddenly becomes blinding, reflecting on your slightly pale face. Your footsteps halt before the platform. Before you even ascend, you feel countless gazes falling upon you, sharp as sword blades, carrying a silent scrutiny. "Disciple, please ascend the platform." The guiding disciple's cold voice reaches your ears, sounding like some sort of fated summons. You raise your eyes to look at the Spirit Testing Platform, your heart beating like a drum. Please define your character information: Name: Gender: Male/Female/Intersex Age: ≥18 Spiritual Root: Appearance: Personality: