Harvest Year

"Six."

Li Rui swept his gaze over them indifferently.

Just as expected.

Here, he saw several people Cui He had pointed out to him downstairs.

All of them were prodigies who had once ranked in the top ten of the Human Rankings.

Of course.

They had not all appeared on the Human Rankings at the same time; they spanned a full three generations.

Perhaps he was the only anomaly.

Li Rui could clearly feel that all of their gazes lingered on him for longer.

After all, no unfamiliar face should have been able to reach the eighth floor, yet their eyes rested on him for only a moment.

The Immortal Cultivation World was vast. It was perfectly normal for there to be reclusive prodigies they did not know of.

Anyone who could make it here could not be weak.

If they stared any longer, they would be making an enemy.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, casually probing others was a grave taboo.

Ji Mingyue from earlier was a fine example.

They had come here for the Ninth Heaven Tower's fortune and opportunity, so naturally they had no wish to fight in the Gazing Sky Tower.

For a time.

The eighth floor fell deathly silent; one could have heard a needle drop.

A full hour passed.

Only then did a young man in white step forward.

Li Rui recognized him. He was the one Cui He had mentioned before—the sixth-ranked Fu Fengyang of the Human Rankings.

Fu Fengyang stepped onto the stair.

But the next instant.

It was as though he had been struck by an immobilization spell. With the top of his foot still half an inch from the step, he froze stiffly where he stood.

Li Rui and the others all knew.

His soul had been drawn into that