From the moment Yang Lingtian swung out his Sword Qi to the instant the two phantoms were shattered,
the entire process took only about the time it took to finish one cup of tea.
Outside the tower.
When the tower lamp on the Eighth Floor suddenly lit up, accompanied by a rumble that seemed to come from primordial times,
the entire plaza fell utterly silent, deathly still!
Everyone was like a duck with its neck clutched, unable to make a sound.
Their pupils contracted violently.
Reflected in them were the eight tower lamps suspended high in the sky, radiating boundless divine splendor.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
The eight lamps formed a single line, like a staircase leading to the Divine Realm. They were dazzling, breathtaking, and soul-stirring!
"Eight... the Eighth Floor..."
No one knew how long had passed before someone broke the deathly silence in a dreamlike murmur.
"In less than half an hour, he broke through from the First Floor to the Eighth Floor..."
"Gulp."
Countless people swallowed instinctively.
Their throats were so dry and raw that it felt as though flames were about to burst from them.
"Monster. He's an utterly irredeemable monster."
"The word 'freak' is no longer enough to describe him."
"Throughout the history of the Central Continent, who has reached the Eighth Floor while in the Saint God Realm? Who has done it in such a short time?"
"No one. Not a single person. Since the Ascension Tower was built, this has never happened before."
The plaza boiled over—boiled over completely.
At this moment, no one questioned him anymore, and no one speculated anymore.
All that remained in their hearts was the purest awe and fear.
They were witnessing the birth of a legend with their own eyes—the rise of an