In a valley blanketed with exotic flowers and rare herbs in the Sacred Relic Land.
Mo Lin was walking with Yao Yao, Zuoqiu Qingyu, Little Lingxi, and Tun Tun, who was playing dead while sprawled in Yao Yao's arms. Suddenly, he halted, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Hm?" Deep within his glabella, the heavily sealed Immortal Eye seemed to be stirred by some mysterious force, sending out an exceedingly faint prickling pain carrying an ancient rhythm!
Almost at the same instant—
"Bzzzz—!!!"
The towering Sacred Stele hanging high in the sky suddenly erupted with unprecedented radiance that stretched ten thousand zhang! The entire sky over the Sacred Relic Land was illuminated in dazzling splendor! A deep rumble, like a horn call from ancient times, resounded through heaven and earth!
Billions of rays burst forth from the Sacred Stele, intertwining as its form began to undergo a shocking transformation! The light stretched and condensed, finally... forming the phantom of a colossal tower that reached from heaven to earth, exuding endless antiquity and majesty!
Before the colossal tower, light gathered into an enormous platform.
At the same time, an ancient voice that seemed to have crossed through endless ages, containing supreme majesty and mystery, slowly rang out between heaven and earth, clearly reaching the ears of every living being:
"Those whose names remain upon the stele may enter the Sacred Tower."
"Those who reach the summit of the Sacred Tower may obtain a great fortune."
Whoosh—!
The entire Sacred Relic Land erupted into an uproar! Countless prodigies let out excited, fervent cheers! Those who had failed to leave their names on the Sacred Stele beat their chests and wailed in unwillingness! The greatest opportunity was right before them!
"The Sacred Tower! A great fortune!" Brilliant light burst from Zuoqiu Qingyu's peach-blossom