Outside the Divine Hall plaza, the temporary dwellings that had been built now stretched out in one vast expanse, housing tens of thousands of martial artists.
Near the plaza, many taverns and restaurants had also been built.
Now, these taverns and restaurants were packed with people, all of them watching the Ascension Ranking.
Three people walked down the street. They were none other than Tao Shang, Xia Fanbai, and Zhan Tiancheng.
"Today makes twenty days. Do you think Fang Mo can clear it?"
Zhan Tiancheng pinched his chin, glancing at the Ascension Ranking from time to time.
"I don't think it's possible!" Tao Shang shook his head. "Although Fang Mo never took more than twenty days for the previous seven levels, the eighth level is different. Before coming here, I read many records about the Yin Ruins. The eighth level is mostly inhabited by Spirit Transformation Level mutant beasts, while the Guardian Beast might even be at the mid or late Spirit Transformation Level. And it is an Ancient Desolate Beast—perhaps even a peak True Person would find it difficult to kill!"
Xia Fanbai also said, "I also feel that twenty days shouldn't be enough. Haven't you seen that most betting pools are set at thirty days?"
Zhan Tiancheng laughed.
"Who cares how many days? I placed bets on twenty, thirty, and forty days!"
"You're amazing!"
The two gave Zhan Tiancheng a thumbs-up.
"A little gamble lifts the spirits!" Zhan Tiancheng laughed proudly.
The three found a tavern. The moment they entered, they saw someone waving a betting slip and shouting excitedly.
"I believe it'll definitely be today! I bet ten thousand Gold Crystals, at five-to-one odds. Just wait—I'm going to get rich today!"
At that moment, another person stepped forward smugly, raising his own ticket.
"Ten thousand? That's pocket