This was a kind of honor, left for later generations to admire. Without a second thought, Xuantian slammed a fist imprint directly onto the Divine Stele.
As he withdrew his fist, an imprint identical to the one on the Demon Venerable Stele appeared upon it. A few simple lines formed a human figure, with a divine bell suspended above its head, emanating an aura capable of suppressing heaven and earth.
Xuantian examined the stele for a few moments. It bore many other names as well, all belonging to the most dazzling figures since ancient times, each of whom had left behind glorious legends.
Some of these people had already fallen, while others had become renowned giants of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. All in all, this stele truly deserved to be called a glorious divine stele.
He withdrew his gaze, turned, and strode deeper inside. He was heading for the center to claim the greatest opportunity in this place.
He had never thought there could be too many treasures capable of strengthening the primordial spirit.
The pressure on the ninth level far surpassed that of the previous levels. Every step he took now felt incomparably difficult, as though he were carrying an entire expanse of space on his back.
Fortunately, he had never neglected tempering his body. Combined with the complete transformation his physique had undergone after surviving a lightning tribulation, he could withstand such terrifying pressure.
Before long, he arrived at the center of the ancient altar. A stone bowl floated there in midair, filled with crystalline liquid that shimmered with radiant hues and was nearly overflowing. The liquid rippled gently, releasing a wondrous fragrance that seeped into his heart and soul, intoxicating his mind.
Xuantian knew this was his target. Without hesitation, he reached out his hand.