"That's... the Futu Pagoda?"
The quiet young woman in the black dress, as serene as a blue lotus, withdrew her gaze from the Black Ancient Pagoda high in the sky, which had just unleashed its might. She asked as if offhandedly.
His Highness the Heir had summoned the Futu Pagoda before.
He had used it at the Freshman Assembly, during the battle atop North Spirit Mountain when he killed Yang Hong.
But it had been hidden behind layers of clouds tens of thousands of feet in the sky, and wreathed in black flames.
The two hundred thousand freshmen hadn't gotten a clear look. They'd assumed it was a Spirit Artifact.
To put it bluntly, even if they had seen it clearly, few would have recognized it.
The Five Great God Clans, the most powerful forces in the Great Thousand World, were far beyond their reach.
Even Zhu Tian, the only Sovereign present, had mistaken it for a powerful Spirit Soldier.
In the vast Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy, only four had faintly sensed the truth.
The Academy Guardian Beast, Northern Abyss Dragon Kun.
Two prodigies of the Primordial Clans, Mu Kui and Bing Qing.
And Luo Li, the Imperial Princess of the Luo God Clan from the Lesser Western Heaven Realm.
If you weren't deaf or blind, you didn't have to play the fool.
Northern Abyss Dragon Kun, a thousand-year-old fox, acted as if he knew nothing at all.
Even if you were the Heavenly King himself, so long as you enrolled at my Northern Heavens, you'd call this old man Grandmaster.
Nothing wrong with that, was there?
Mu Kui and Bing Qing were clever enough not to show their feelings, either.
What were they thinking? Clans like the Ice Spirit Clan and the Wood Spirit Clan treated the Futu Clan