Chu Yunxiao climbed onto the platform with extreme caution. He looked at the stone stele before him, then finally suppressed the intense unease in his heart and slowly placed his hand upon it.
At once, the entire stone stele let out a tremendous boom, accompanied by unceasing tremors.
The pillar of light above his head suddenly shot upward.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.
In the blink of an eye, the pillar had already reached seventy meters.
This sudden change directly stunned the remaining cultivators present. Especially the several cultivators standing in a distant corner—they stood rooted to the spot, mouths agape as they stared blankly.
At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Yet the pillar of light did not stop rising. It continued climbing higher and higher, only slowing after it had reached over ninety meters.
In the end, the pillar stopped at ninety-nine meters. It ultimately still failed to take that final step.
"Damn, this kid's talent is this high?"
Murong Hanxuan, standing beside Ye Lin, was stunned as well. This utterly ordinary kid actually possessed such astonishing talent?
He truly had not expected it. This sight alone shocked him for a hundred years.
"I told you, Tongtian Pavilion opened for him. The Heavenly Dao's beloved son you spoke of was describing him."
Ye Lin's face remained calm, without the slightest hint of surprise, as though he had long known this would be the outcome.
The next moment, a golden light enveloped Chu Yunxiao. As the golden light vanished, Chu Yunxiao's figure vanished from where he stood as well.
He Yunyu, standing beneath the stone stele, was likewise frozen in place. He had merely been a little attendant she had taken in on a whim—who would have thought that this little attendant possessed such immense talent?
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