"I'll go first."
Murong Hanxuan placed his hand on the stone stele. The pillar of light surged upward, finally barely stopping at ninety-one meters.
Murong Hanxuan's figure ultimately vanished from Ye Lin's side.
As a top-tier prodigy within the Star River Cosmos, his innate talent and comprehension were naturally exceptionally high—not lacking in the slightest.
Ye Lin felt a flicker of anticipation as well. He slowly placed his hand on the stone stele, and at once, a pulling force arose from it, continuously absorbing his immortal power.
Yet Ye Lin did not resist, allowing the stone stele to absorb his immortal power as it pleased.
At last, the pillar of light overhead began to climb slowly.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.
In the blink of an eye, the pillar had risen to fifty meters. Its momentum did not falter in the least, and in one breath, it shot straight up to ninety meters.
It still did not stop, though its speed slowed somewhat. In the end, the pillar of light came to a steady halt at ninety-nine meters.
Ye Lin was immensely satisfied with this result. Had he not inherited Chen Liu's lifetime of power, his talent might not even have reached ninety.
He knew his own circumstances best.
He had not expected to stand shoulder to shoulder with a Child of Fortune in one stroke.
After Ye Lin was sent away by the golden light, only the three men and two women in the corner remained, staring at one another.
They had gone numb—numb from being shocked again and again.
Each of them stood rooted to the spot, at a complete loss.
"B-Big Brother, why don't you go? You go first?"
"Fuck, what kind of freaks are these? Could it be that all the heirs of those great