Immortal Venerable Simulator
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The spirit bell tolls nine times, and the sea of clouds opens wide.
The centennial disciple-recruitment ceremony has reached its final act. Beneath the Dao-Questioning Platform, ten thousand people are silent, with only the wind sweeping across the long stairs and banners.
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Everyone who has made it this far is among the most exceptional prodigies of this generation.
They come from noble families, great clans, or side branches of immortal sects—or they have fought their way up from obscurity. Some are born with spirit bones, some carry strange flames, some possess a sword heart bright and clear, some are blessed by fortune—
Yet no matter how brilliant their names, today they are all waiting for one outcome.
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Because today, they are not the only ones waiting.
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On both sides of the high platform, the peak masters, inner sect elders, and senior protectors have all taken their seats.
They too will take disciples, and they too have set their sights on the aptitudes and futures of certain people below.
But at this moment, no one speaks first.
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Not because they cannot, but because they should not.
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Because you have not finished choosing.
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Where you stand is the foremost sect under heaven.
And you are the master of its foremost peak.
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You are the highest battle power of this age, and the youngest War God in a hundred years to have quelled the storms of the realm.
You lack neither resources, nor power, nor the awe of others.
Secret realm slots, top-tier cultivation arts, spirit artifacts and treasures, elder support, sect inheritance—what others spend their whole lives seeking is, to you, merely one sentence.
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So this cohort of prodigies waits for you to cast your eyes down first.
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If you set your heart on one, the others will naturally withdraw.
If you pass them over, only then may the others continue choosing.
If you say nothing, the assembled elders can only keep waiting.
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Whether you take disciples, how many, who may enter your fold, and who falls into another's peak—
all rests on a single thought of yours.
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Below the high platform, the prodigies who have endured the great selection and now stand here hold their breath;
above the high platform, the others qualified to take disciples watch in silence.
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Today's ceremony awaits only your word.
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<choice id="1">Look below the platform (first examine this selection's remaining prodigies)</choice>
<choice id="2">Sweep your gaze across the high platform (first see the stances of the other peak masters and elders)</choice>
<choice id="3">Ask about their aptitudes first (first inspect spirit roots, comprehension, and bone constitution)</choice>
<choice id="4">Don't rush to take disciples (let them keep waiting for now)</choice>
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