"Zhou Tianshen ranked first on the Ancestor God Ranking and got a full six Divine Life Stars?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
How was that any different from Cheng Xingchu resurrecting the Holy Emperor and wiping out all five Holy Emperor Clans? And if one asked who Cheng Xingchu was...
Who the hell remembered?
Anyway, it was absurd! But Xu Xiaoshou still remembered Zhou Tianshen—his companion from Tiansang Spirit Palace, a genius who had comprehended blade intent, and a madman who had severed one of his own arms to cultivate evil techniques.
"But how could Zhou Tianshen be this strong? Could someone else be using his name?"
As the thought flashed through his mind, Xu Xiaoshou stared at the Ancestor God Ranking before him and suddenly realized: the names displayed on the ranking were not written by anyone. They were generated from the memories of whoever opened the ranking, or from the common knowledge of everyone in the Ran Ming Ruins.
If he made the ranking, others might see his name as "Master Shou," "Zhou Tianshen," or "Little Stone Tan Ji." But in the end, all of them referred to the same person—Xu Xiaoshou.
"A real-name ranking?"
Xu Xiaoshou's head spun.
This damned ranking had strangled so many of his underhanded schemes in the cradle before he could even use them.
But didn't that also mean that Zhou Tianshen was either fake, or truly the Zhou Tianshen Xu Xiaoshou knew?
Xu Xiaoshou drew a deep breath and continued reading down the ranking. The more he read, the more alarmed he became:
"First, Zhou Tianshen, six."
"Second, Yue Gongli, five."
"Third, Huangquan, three."
"Fourth, Bai Zhou, three."
"Fifth, Cen Qiaofu, two."
"Sixth, Nian, one."
"Seventh, Sang Qiye, one."
That was it!
The Ancestor God Ranking ended there.