On the True Dragon Stele's Potential Ranking.
Chen Xuan's name shot upward like a rocket.
The moment it appeared, it surged from one thousand to within the top three hundred, then continued climbing...
"He's entered the top two hundred!"
No one knew who shouted it.
"It's still rising—one hundred ninety, one hundred eighty, one hundred sixty..."
The Human Race prodigies clenched their fists, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the stone stele.
The Demon Race prodigies' expressions grew uglier and uglier.
When Chen Xuan's name passed Ao Lie's rank of one hundred fifty-three, Ao Lie's eyelid twitched sharply. His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles cracking.
"One hundred forty, one hundred twenty, one hundred—"
"He's entered the top hundred!"
The instant Chen Xuan's name charged into the top hundred, the light on the True Dragon Stele changed from gold to crimson gold. Like red-hot iron, it gave off a scorching aura.
The temperature in the plaza abruptly rose by more than ten degrees.
"Ninety, eighty, seventy, sixty..."
Chen Xuan's name soared all the way upward, without the slightest sign of slowing down.
"Top fifty!"
Someone cried out in shock.
At that moment, even Ao Lie could no longer hold himself together.
Top fifty.
In the thousands of years of the True Dragon Stele's history, every name in the top fifty represented the potential to become a Half-Saint.
The highest ranking achieved by the Demon Race's twelve Apex Demon Venerables had only been thirty-first.
Yet Chen Xuan was still rising.
"Top thirty, top twenty—"
When Chen Xuan's name charged into the top twenty, the True Dragon Stele's light transformed once more, changing from crimson gold into seven-colored radiance.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple interwove, like a rainbow erupting from the stele and shrouding the entire plaza in seven-colored light.
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