A Contest of Heroes

At Star Eye, heroes from every race gathered, and the place buzzed with noise.

The various races used their Divine Abilities to survey the situation ahead.

They saw that Star Eye was spewing out more and more energy, growing stronger by the moment.

Its reach was spreading wider and wider, too.

"What a wondrous sight! Truly wondrous!"

An old man with antlers sprouting from his head cried out excitedly.

"If I remember correctly, this place was once blanketed in Star Mist, so thick you couldn't see through it. Now the Star Mist has dispersed, and a Star Eye has appeared, gushing with the energy of the starry sky."

"There must be something strange about this."

A dashing young man holding a feather fan offered his analysis.

His name was Yang Qianyu, and people called him Saint Yu.

He stood atop a crimson halo that blazed with rosy light, conjuring spectacular visions of divine birds and immortal fowl.

More than a hundred attendants surrounded him: handsome young servants, beautiful maids, cold-blooded death servants, and rare sacred beasts.

His powerful presence kept everyone nearby at a respectful distance.

He was every bit as extraordinary as the young man who had used a Divine Ability to see Niu Le and the others just moments ago.

They ranked sixty-eighth and fifty-fourth on the Starry Sky Saint Ranking, respectively.

The young man from before was Fan Qing, known as Saint Qing.

He was one of the top geniuses in this stretch of the starry sky, his fame eclipsed by none.

Saint Qing was elegant and dashing. A thunder elephant ten thousand zhang tall followed at his side, its massive body seeming ready to crush the starry sky. Thunder Light flashed with every breath from its nostrils and mouth, shaking the heavens until they seemed to