"This is ours, this is ours."
"This is ours. Hold onto it, remember, hold onto it."
"Here."
Looking at his Spatial Ring, the middle-aged man's face was full of shock. These transcendent factions were truly wealthy—he had never seen so many treasures in his life.
Aside from the original slots, these transcendent factions had forcibly piled up enough treasures to buy three hundred more slots. Now, the transcendent factions had a full four hundred slots.
"Can the prodigies of our factions enter now?"
Seeing the delighted look on the man's face, the young man gritted his teeth and asked.
He swore that if he ever got the chance, he would definitely kill this bastard—definitely. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life, yet now he had.
"Ahem, alright. You may enter now."
The middle-aged man suppressed the joy on his face, cleared his throat, and spoke.
Streams of light immediately rushed into the light gate, each scrambling to be first.
"Fellow Daoist, what about us?"
At this moment, a young man came to the middle-aged man's side and asked softly. Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at the various prodigies behind him, all eager to make a move.
"For our own people, there are no requirements. But the one condition is that those with cultivation that is too low should best not enter—it's easy to lose your life. Look at those prodigies from the other side; the lowest among them are already at the Dao Integration stage."
"So those in the Spirit Transformation realm shouldn't join in the fun. Of course, if you have enough confidence, then pretend I said nothing. You may enter now."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the prodigies all revealed smiles. They were not only from the Human Race, but also from the other