Hearing the sounds outside, the Second Primordial Spirit quietly opened his eyes and stepped out of his section of the pool. He could see eighteen people in all, himself included.
Three of them were women; the rest were men.
Most importantly, the Second Primordial Spirit could clearly sense that their aptitudes were all terrifying. Even the weakest possessed the aptitude of a low-grade Chaos Demon God, while some of the stronger ones had reached the level of a top-grade Chaos Demon God.
That was especially true of the woman at the very front.
She had long golden hair and wore a flowing dress. Simply standing there, she radiated an unstoppable momentum.
"A sword cultivator?"
A sharp gleam flashed through the Second Primordial Spirit's eyes as he pondered.
He could sense that there was more to this woman than met the eye. In particular, there was actually a Chaos Colorful Phoenix marking on her fair arm. Although it had yet to awaken, an immensely powerful pressure lay hidden within it.
"Everyone..."
Just then, a man suddenly spoke. "We're all outstanding talents from the Lower Realm. What I want to know now is whether there are any stowaways among us!"
At those words, the entire gathering fell deathly silent.
The somewhat harmonious atmosphere abruptly shattered. Then they quickly drew together, their gazes turning wary as they looked at everyone around them.
"Good grief!"
"What's this man's deal?"
"He's asking about stowaways right off the bat? Could they know about this world even in the so-called Lower Realm?"
Muttering inwardly, the Second Primordial Spirit looked grim.
After all, he had only just entered the Ascension Pool. If anything went wrong now, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Um..."
Just then, a timid voice rang out. "What's a stowaway?"
Looking toward the voice, they saw