Mighty Reputation

At the edge of Jiemie Ridge, inside an underground cavern.

"Mm!" Qiao Yuanxi covered her small mouth with one hand, her eyes widening slightly.

In the pitch-black surroundings, Lu Ran's eyes shone with such dazzling brilliance.

"Buzz!!"

The Eight Desolates Saber trembled violently. Beyond anyone's sight, beneath Jiemie Ridge's gray and murky sky, endless mist came surging in like madness.

Whenever a divine weapon advanced, the celestial phenomenon it caused was always grand in scale.

The thick mist automatically transformed into one Mist Tornado after another, passing through the ash-filled air and reaching straight into the depths of the rift.

"Roar!"

For a time, roars rang out endlessly throughout Jiemie Ridge. Jiemo Devils rushed toward this place one after another, only to be immediately swallowed by the mist and completely lose their vision.

Giant beasts lost in the dense fog were bound to have frictions.

As members of the same clan, they should not have stirred up major conflict. Yet the mist blinded them, and the Jiemo Devils could not distinguish one another. Coupled with their savage nature and limited intelligence, several small-scale clashes swiftly evolved into an all-out melee.

The chaos outside did not disturb Lu Ran.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold blade, wholly focused on guiding the divine weapon's advancement.

Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Half an hour.

The Eight Desolates Saber continued to hum, its momentum showing no signs of weakening.

Generally speaking, a divine weapon's advancement did not take long—mere minutes at the shortest, half an hour at the longest.

The cave was deathly quiet. To everyone present, every minute and second was an agony.

If it took too long, that was no good sign. It likely meant that a problem had arisen during the advancement.

If it failed to