"Humm-humm-humm-"
The deep sound did not travel through the air. It erupted directly in the depths of everyone's sea of consciousness, carrying the pulse of some ancient, inviolable rule.
Inside the Martial Arena Space, the dozens of Integration cultivators who had been silent as frightened mice all paled. They clutched their chests, their true essence thrown into complete disarray by that pulse. They could barely remain standing.
"What's going on?" Chen Lin looked up. The glassy dome covered in array patterns was trembling violently around the isolated space.
"It's the Divine Weapon Stele! The Myriad Worlds Divine Weapon Stele in the Central Plaza!" Fatty Wang's face was flushed, every fold of fat on his body shaking uncontrollably. His voice shot up an octave. "The stele only rings when a supreme-grade spirit treasure of the Integration level or above first appears on the battlefield and stirs the great Dao laws!"
He stared fixedly at Chen Lin, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. "Brother, that sword strike of yours went beyond the limits! Your sword went straight onto the Divine Weapon Top Hundred Ranking!"
The Divine Weapon Top Hundred Ranking!
At those words, the bare-chested man and the others farther away all sucked in a cold breath, their scalps tingling.
The Myriad Worlds Battlefield was unimaginably vast. Cultivators swarmed in countless numbers, and divine weapons and magic treasures were as numerous as grains of sand. Every weapon that made it onto a world's ranking was a peerless instrument of destruction capable of seizing the power of heaven and earth.
And Mine 9527 had not heard that sound in six thousand years.
"Let's go!"
Fatty Wang abandoned even the shattered jade core on the ground. His thick hand seized Chen Lin's wrist. Moving faster than he ever had in his life,