With Mastery Maxed Out, I Became the Sword Immortal of the Mortal World - Volume 593

The Young Master hadn't been able to surpass him, but he still had a long way to go. He refused to accept it.

They'd see who came out on top after the trial.

As soon as the trial gates opened, he charged inside.

The other elders all knew full well that the same person would likely steal the show in this trial.

That would put even more pressure on the patriarch's faction.

The infighting and shifting alliances within the tribe were growing ever fiercer.

The patriarch still hadn't broken through to the Eighth Realm, and the Young Master wasn't strong enough. All they could do was watch from afar; there was nothing they could do to help.

They all saw the situation clearly, but one trial alone wouldn't prove much.

The glory would only last for a while.

Only after the disciples had filed inside did their expressions grow complicated. Some looked on with fervent hopes for their own descendants, while others had their own views on the internal strife.

Yin Guang first searched a few ancient ruins, but there was nothing particularly valuable left in them. The outer areas had already been picked clean, several times over. This wasn't the first trial of its kind, after all. There should be some good things in the inner areas, but anything easy to obtain had surely been taken long ago.

He had no choice but to head farther in.

Then, at one point, he heard a voice whispering in his ear. It sounded strangely familiar, though he couldn't make out what it was saying. It was like a bewitching melody.

He was overjoyed.

Rumor had it that when a great opportunity was about to appear, one might hear such whispers or feel an inexplicably familiar pull drawing them toward it.

Moreover,