Time flew by.
Ancient Burning Hall.
In a courtyard only two courtyards away from Chen Daolin's residence, the white-browed, long-bearded Spirit Reader elder Cang Wan gripped the ground before him with both hands. His face was twisted, veins bulging, teeth grinding, while a low, beast-like roar rumbled from his throat.
"Ah—"
Boom!
Cang Wan's body trembled as a powerful, ferocious aura burst forth, countless times stronger than before. The light around him warped into a black hole, completely shrouding the courtyard as the domain power of the Domain Lord level spread out.
After a long while, Cang Wan opened his eyes, his face filled with wild delight.
"Haha, I broke through! I finally broke through to the Legendary level!"
"Among the twelve commanders, I am the first!"
"Chen Daolin, just wait. Once we get out, I'll let you know who the real strong one is." Cang Wan clenched his fists and revealed a smug smile, as though he could already see himself stepping on Chen Daolin's head, surrounded by the other commanders offering congratulations, valued and rewarded by the City Lord.
Everyone could remain in the Ancient Burning Hall for thirty-six days with the Ancient Burning Token.
On the thirty-fifth day after Chen Daolin entered the Ancient Burning Hall.
Within the boundless sea of red mist, a vortex more than twice as large as before frantically devoured the mist. Blood-colored lightning flickered within it, while a total of one hundred and seven blood-red soul secret patterns floated overhead, each radiating a mysterious and strange aura.
Within the vortex, a blood-red glow flickered faintly as the one hundred and eighth soul secret pattern began to take shape.
The very next moment, boom! The illusion, accompanied by overwhelming baleful energy, completely engulfed Chen Daolin.
In reality, his eyes had turned red as