Ringing the Bells

The waters of the Counterflow River grew ever more turbulent.

The farther upstream they went, the heavier the multicolored might of the laws became.

Boom!

Zhou Luotian, who led the charge, finally got serious.

A single stride carried him hundreds of yards!

"Hahaha! Zhou Luotian, don't think you can shake me off!" Little Thunder God roared. His muscles suddenly swelled, and dark purple lightning formed a suit of armor around him as he smashed straight through the towering wave of laws crashing toward him.

Their speed surged.

In the blink of an eye, they had left the group behind them far in the distance.

Inside the Cloud-Sea Hall.

The instructors of the various Dao academies stroked their beards and nodded as they watched the Mystic Mirror.

"Now that is their true strength."

A white-haired instructor sighed in admiration. "Zhou Luotian's spatial law already bends to his every whim. Combined with his terrifying foundation of fifteen hundred star vortexes, the resistance of the Counterflow River might as well not exist."

"Little Thunder God is no slouch either. His lightning is domineering, meeting force with force. That sort of spirit is rare among his peers."

"The gap truly is an entire tier."

As they discussed the two, their gazes naturally swept over Lu Zhen, who had fallen behind.

"That Lu Zhen from the Special Training Camp has already given us a pleasant surprise by forcing those two to exert themselves early."

"Indeed. He uses the Light Law to take shortcuts. Reaching third place is already his limit."

The elders' eyes were keen, and they immediately recognized Lu Zhen's disadvantage in the number of star vortexes.

To them, it was only natural that Lu Zhen had been left behind.

Meanwhile.

In the Counterflow River, Lu Zhen watched the two rapidly widen the