Divine Hall World

Fang Mo walked out of Ling Cangyan's room and glanced back at the palace, his emotions stirring.

This bargain-bin master had acted neither warm nor cold, utterly detached. Even after watching him demonstrate the Taichu Qi Cultivation Chapter, he had offered no guidance, much less a gift upon becoming master and disciple, before simply dismissing him.

He even wanted to test him first. He had to enter the top five of the Ascension Ranking.

According to Ling Cangyan, the top five of the Ascension Ranking required at least two hundred thousand Slaughter Points. For Imperial Heaven Grade, he would have to kill two hundred of them.

If he had known, he might as well have chosen Tie Xiaochuan. At least that man had been willing to offer benefits; he surely would have given him that body-tempering technique.

Still, seeing that Ling Cangyan was in the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, he could only give it a reluctant try.

In truth, Fang Mo was not particularly enthusiastic about taking a master. He mainly wanted someone to lean on. If news of his origins in the Galactic Alliance were exposed someday, he would need a backer. Tie Xiaochuan was clearly not sturdy enough; someone in the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm might be better.

He raised his head to look at the sky, a strange feeling rising within him. He had found it odd while inside the palace, but after walking out, he saw that outside was truly a natural sky, complete with a sun and distant mountain scenery. Beyond that, he could even see the dark clouds and blood-red lightning outside.

Green grass lay beneath his feet. He stepped on it, and it was actually real. He could not sense the slightest falsehood; even when his Primordial Spirit extended outward, it found everything