The seventh day Ye Zhen had blockaded Battle Soul Hall's gates.
Not long after daybreak, a few impatient priests came to Battle Soul Hall's entrance to watch the excitement, wanting to see whether Battle Soul Hall would still hide like a turtle with its head tucked in today.
Naturally, they had also come for the little lottery game Ye Zhen held every day.
The prizes Ye Zhen offered were of ordinary value, but rather novel. If one got lucky, one might even score a surprise.
Most importantly, that little lottery game was quite interesting, bringing a sliver of amusement to their dull and tedious lives of bitter cultivation.
Yet, to the priests' surprise, Ye Zhen, now known as the Ancestral God Hall's number one madman, did not arrive on time to blockade Battle Soul Hall's gates today.
Fortunately, not long afterward, Ye Zhen, who now bore the title of number one madman within Ancestral God Hall, appeared once more at Battle Soul Hall's entrance.
Just as before, he planted the banner and the seven battle record flags in the square before Battle Soul Hall's gates. He was merely half an hour late compared with previous days.
This let the many priests who had come to watch breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed there would still be excitement to watch today.
Yet no one expected that Ye Zhen had actually just emerged from Battle Soul Hall's Hall Master's palace.
No different from before, Ye Zhen planted the battle record flags and began shouting provocations again. After a few taunts, Battle Soul Hall's gates remained tightly shut.
Feeling somewhat bored, Ye Zhen chatted and joked with the priests who had come to watch, recounting sights and experiences from the Myriad Worlds. Some priests who had spent all their time in bitter