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The Name Engraving Stele was only ten zhang tall, but it radiated a mysterious aura. Several names had already been left on it. No one knew how many ages they had endured, yet the characters remained visible. One could even sense the auras of different powerful experts from the strokes of their writing.

If I can leave my name on a stele like this, it should greatly improve my chances of eventually leaving my name on the Boundary Stele. Yi Yun thought.

But even leaving one's name on this hall stele was no easy matter. The names on the stele before them were sparse—fewer than ten in all—and that was the accumulation of countless tens of thousands of years.

The Divine Fall Hall seemed increasingly extraordinary.

At that moment, another streak of fleeing light sped over.

"Di Rong!"

"The disciple of the Baiyue Divine Kingdom's Second State Preceptor!"

Yi Yun glanced at Di Rong. He had come alone, and a trace of killing intent already clung to him. The blood-red giant axe on his back was even more crimson than before. Clearly, it had not been long since it last drank blood.

The other warriors also sensed the bloody aura on Di Rong and immediately looked at him with added wariness. They had only just entered the Ancient Battlefield, yet Di Rong had already killed someone. He was clearly a man of slaughter.

The person killed by Di Rong had not even had time to crush his jade medallion and teleport out. It was unknown whether Di Rong had sealed the surrounding space in advance or whether he had killed him too quickly for him to find the chance. Either way, it demonstrated Di Rong's ferocity.

There were also other prodigies from the Baiyue Divine Kingdom present. When they saw