The wind was not strong, yet it was like a breeze passing over a tranquil lake, stirring wave after wave and making everyone raise their heads.
Sword Spirit Valley lay within a divine weapon; all wind and rain here were formed through the power controlled by the three priests.
At this moment, the three great priests were locked in a blazing battle. How could wind have appeared?
It was not only the clansmen who noticed something strange. Even the High Priest froze for a moment, unable to resist stopping his attack and looking up.
Rumble!
The instant he looked up, a thunderous roar rang out. The entire ground shook violently. The previously clear sky darkened in the blink of an eye, and countless clouds emerged from nowhere, gleaming with seven-colored radiance.
"What is going on?"
"The heavens and earth have changed color? Seven-colored light? Could it... could it be..."
"Could someone have obtained the Great Emperor's inheritance and awakened Sword Spirit Valley's slumbering Artifact Spirit?"
"The legend is real?"
Seeing the sudden changes in the sky, everyone was stunned at first, then their eyes filled with fervor.
Trapped within Sword Spirit Valley for countless years like beasts in a cage, what they wanted most was for someone to gain the Great Emperor's recognition, completely inherit his legacy, refine Sword Spirit Valley, and allow them to leave. The hope had once been so faint it was almost nonexistent, yet now they suddenly saw it before them. How could they not be excited?
"Impossible... That outsider cannot possibly gain the Great Emperor's recognition!"
Unlike the excited crowd, the High Priest's expression changed, his face full of disbelief.
The Second Priest had just sent that outsider to the inheritance grounds. In his view, success had been impossible, so he had not taken