Fang Mo entered the eighth level, and outside was even livelier than inside.
Every day, great crowds gathered before the Ascension Ranking, counting the days Fang Mo would need to clear the eighth level.
The taverns on every level of the Divine Hall and in every Safe Zone were packed to the brim. All anyone discussed was Fang Mo, arguing over how many days he would need, while the betting pools grew larger and larger. Even many people from the Tianli Sect had joined in.
It could be said that Fang Mo's trial was now the hottest topic. No one even paid attention to the great war on the Red Rock Continent anymore.
Pang Angong entered the first-level encampment of Imperial Sky Peak. Before he even entered the courtyard, he heard the discussions in the encampment hall.
"Ten days have already passed. I think it'll be soon. I'm definitely winning this time!"
"In your dreams. I say it'll take at least twenty days. You all know how powerful the beasts on the eighth level are. Even True Man Realm cultivators face danger at every step inside. Just surviving until the time runs out is already difficult enough, and clearing it is harder than climbing to heaven. I say you're definitely losing!"
"I think twenty days will do it anyway. I bet three hundred thousand Gold Crystals this time—I put my entire fortune on the line!"
"Are you not planning to live anymore? I think you've thrown it all into the water this time!"
"What's three hundred thousand? I bet five hundred thousand. I'm betting on forty-five days. Though the odds are only one to one-point-five, I think it's a sure win. Betting on twenty days is far too bold!"
"You might as well bet on two months. Wouldn't that be