After Fang Mo entered the eighth level, things outside were even livelier than inside.
Every day, crowds gathered in front of the Heaven Ascending Ranking, counting how many days Fang Mo would need to clear the eighth level.
The taverns on every level of the Divine Hall and in every safe zone were packed. Everyone was talking about Fang Mo, arguing over how many days he would need, and placing ever-larger bets. Many people from the Tianli Sect had joined in, too.
It was safe to say that Fang Mo's challenge was the hottest topic around. Nobody was paying any attention to the war on the Red Rock Continent anymore.
Pang Angong entered the first-level residence at Yuxiao Peak. Before he even reached the courtyard, he could hear people talking in the main hall.
"It's been ten days already. I think he's close. I'm sure to win this time!"
"Dream on. I say it'll take at least twenty days. You all know how powerful the exotic beasts on the eighth level are. Even True Man Realm cultivators face danger at every step in there. Just surviving until the time runs out is hard enough. Clearing the level? That's harder than scaling the heavens. You're bound to lose!"
"I still think twenty days is doable. I bet three hundred thousand Gold Crystals this time. I put up my entire fortune!"
"Are you trying to go broke? You might as well have thrown all that money into the water!"
"Three hundred thousand is nothing. I bet five hundred thousand and picked forty-five days. The odds are only one to one point five, but I'm sure to win. Betting on twenty days was way too bold!"
"Why not just bet two months? That'd be an even safer win!"
"Bullshit. With Fang Mo's strength,