The solitary "Ye" character hanging on the ranking seemed to silently proclaim a brutal truth: not just anyone was qualified to leave their name on this ranking.
Even at Saint Grade Late Phase, the vast majority would never touch this threshold in their entire lives.
Everyone's gazes involuntarily turned toward the green-robed figure at the center of the plaza.
Xiao Qing had stood quietly where he was from beginning to end, his expression calm, as though he were watching a play whose ending he had known all along.
"Have you all finished trying?"
Xiao Qing's voice was as calm as that of an old gentleman returning from a stroll.
No one answered.
The silence was the answer.
Xiao Qing nodded slightly and looked at the Undying Lord.
"Undying Lord, you have guarded Northern Wasteland Hill for nearly fifty thousand years, defended the seal, and rendered outstanding service."
He extended one finger, a trace of Chaos-colored light glowing at its tip.
That light was exceedingly faint, so faint that it was almost impossible to notice.
Yet this seemingly insignificant glimmer made every Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign present feel suffocated at once.
Because the level of power contained within that light had already surpassed the limits of their understanding.
"You may enter the ranking."
As his words fell, Xiao Qing pointed with a finger!
That trace of Chaos light silently merged into the void. It did not directly inscribe a character on the Undying Lord's behalf.
Instead, it was like an invisible hand, drawing upon the unseen power of karma and merit within the Great Thousand World.
At the same time, it twisted all of the Undying Lord's strength and will into a single rope, transforming them into a grayish-white pillar of light that shot toward the Heavenly Vault Ranking!
The Undying