Primal Spirit Fragments

Before the Divine Hall, Tie Xiaochuan and the others stood in the air, watching streak after streak of golden light descend and carry the Trial Takers away.

In the distance, within the Yin Ruins, dark clouds churned as blood-red lightning danced wildly.

The Ascension Ranking pulsed with vast energy, shooting beams of golden light into the void. With each beam it fired, the Ascension Ranking dimmed a little, and the golden dragon upon it dimmed as well.

When the final beam of golden light vanished, the Ascension Ranking became incomparably dim.

No longer did brilliant golden light surge across it, nor did misty spiritual energy linger around it. It seemed to have become an ordinary object, standing silently before the Divine Hall.

"I never expected the Ascension Ranking to open so quickly this time. It opened in less than a year!"

Ji Mingfeng sighed with emotion. He had not expected it to happen so soon. It should never have occurred in history before, yet he had encountered it.

"I wonder whether anyone will be able to reach the final level this time and uncover the Secret of Yinxu!"

Senior Brother Zhai was also somewhat wistful. He had witnessed this too many times, yet no one had ever managed it.

"It will be difficult. The quality of warriors entering this time is far too poor, and the time was too short. Fang Mo is the only one to enter the Transcendent Realm. In the past, there would be more than ten each time. I'm afraid not many will even reach the eighth level this time!"

Ji Mingfeng shook his head hopelessly. He knew exactly where this batch of warriors stood in terms of strength.

"These people are not important. As long as Fang Mo is there, anything is possible. With his