The Five Races' Allied Army

As Bai Yang's divine power swiftly imprinted itself, his consciousness easily entered.

Within the world contained in the World Ring, three supreme true treasures stood upon a vast wasteland.

One was a black pyramid-shaped structure; another was a longsword gleaming with azure light, thrust upside down into the ground; the last was a set of red armor whose surface shimmered with rippling light.

No explanation was needed. With even the slightest sense of the auras of those three treasures, there could be no doubt that they were supreme true treasures.

"So it really is the Black Prison Tower. I don't recognize the other two."

As Bai Yang continued weighing matters in his heart, Northern True Star Lord on the other side had already endured...