Outside the Ascension Tower lay a vast plaza large enough to hold a million people.
Yet at this moment, it had fallen into an eerie silence.
Everyone's gaze was fixed upon the twelfth floor of the Ascension Tower.
The light that represented the shattering of a million-year myth had already gone out.
The energy curve had long since returned to stillness, as though that breathtaking climb had never happened.
Yet the man who had created the myth still had not appeared.
Amid the silence, a seed of unease began to take root and sprout in the hearts of the crowd.
The fervor that followed the shock gradually cooled, leaving behind confusion so thick it could not be dispelled.
"What happened? Where is he?"
"The light has gone out. Why hasn't Yang Lingtian come out yet?"
At last, someone broke the suffocating silence, his voice dry and hoarse.
A full quarter of an hour had passed since the divine lamp on the twelfth floor had lit up and then completely gone out.
To mortals, a quarter of an hour was no more than the snap of a finger.
But to every person in the plaza at that moment, it was as long as an entire epoch.
Whispers rose from all directions of the plaza like a tide, gradually merging into a buzzing roar.
"Could it be... that something happened?"
A timid cultivator speculated in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Very possible. That was the twelfth floor of the Ascension Tower, a forbidden land that no one had set foot in for a million years."
Someone beside him immediately picked up the conversation, a strange excitement lacing his voice.
"I heard that every floor of the Ascension Tower is guarded by terrifying restrictions. The higher one goes, the more