Each of the six divine sources Li Tianming obtained bore marks. Unless those were removed, their grades could not be used.
Before long, Li Tianming returned to the front of the Sky Origin Bridge. To the side stood a Sky Origin Hall, where many Myriadpath Valley disciples who had already selected divine sources of various grades were lining up.
Even in the queue, there was a clear distinction between gold rings and black rings.
When black-ring disciples queued, they kept their distance from gold-ring disciples, not daring to get close and invite trouble.
Li Tianming was also a black-ring disciple, and he had even displayed his black ring. Before he could steady himself, a gold-ring disciple shot him a glare and cut in front of him.
"Fine!" Li Tianming stepped back. He was not in a hurry anyway.
But to his utter surprise, once it began, it kept going. He was not the only one being cut in line, either. The black-ring disciples in the queue struggled to move forward even one step, while quite a few gold-ring disciples simply ignored every black-ring disciple and cut in behind the last gold-ring disciple in line.
To them, black meant nonexistent.
In their eyes, queuing meant gold-ring disciples queuing.
As a result, so long as the gold-ring disciples had not all finished queuing, it was hard for the black-ring disciples to take even a single step forward. It truly wasted a great deal of time.
Yet the black-ring disciples ahead seemed used to it. They had plenty of time anyway, so they waited slowly. There would always come a time when all the gold-ring disciples had finished, and only then would the black-ring disciples' line begin to shorten.
That was why Li Tianming had only moved forward a few steps.
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