On a great mountain, within a small imperial palace hall.
"Have you found out who appears to be cultivating the Body Refining Divine Pattern?"
A middle-aged man dressed in a purple robe embroidered with nine golden divine dragons looked at the people seated or standing bent over within the hall.
There were truly quite a few people in the hall.
The Ruthless Dynasty possessed the Nine Great Secret Divine Patterns, each corresponding to a different bell chime.
Unless someone deliberately rang it.
Whenever the ancient bell rang on its own, it represented that someone had successfully cultivated a secret divine pattern.
The Seven-Ring Body Refining Divine Pattern.
Although this divine pattern was not the strongest within the Ruthless Dynasty, it was the one cultivated by the fewest people. Even throughout the entire dynasty over the past nearly million years, fewer than a hundred people had cultivated it.
Most of them had been forced to do so.
Ever since the Ruthless Dynasty had been destroyed by the Xia Dynasty and reduced to its present state, only twelve people had cultivated the Body Refining Divine Pattern over several hundred thousand years.
Aside from the three who had been forced into it, the remaining nine had all possessed immense determination.
Yet in the end, without exception, apart from those who severed their own arms, the rest had been brutally killed by the cultivation process itself.
Now, the thirteenth person had finally appeared.
It was not as though they felt much heartache. The only thing in everyone's hearts was delight.
That was right—delight.
Once a person cultivating the Body Refining Divine Pattern drew the divine pattern into their body, they would absolutely be unable to stop.
Whether they severed their own arm or perished.
The cultivator's arm would become an unparalleled divine object. Even