"Amitabha!"
After invoking the Buddha's name, Wuwang said, "As fellow members of the Seven Divine Word Successors, we should all have activated the quest to awaken our exclusive Divine Word Arts! Since we still have seven days, we must awaken these Divine Word Arts unique to us, no matter what. Only then will we stand a chance in battle."
Wu Bingqiong nodded gravely. "That's true. There's no time to lose. I'll be off first." The moment he finished speaking, his figure turned into a streak of icy light that shot into the distance, vanishing in an instant.
Mai Xin followed close behind, elemental light surging around him as he disappeared beyond the horizon in a flash.
"In that case, I'll take my leave as well. We'll see how things turn out at the Evergreen Platform in seven days."
Shadows swirled around Night Owl, leaving not even a trace of his presence behind. Only a hoarse murmur lingered where he had stood. "In seven days, we regroup here."
In the blink of an eye, only Yun Jin, Mu Xingchen, and Wuwang remained beneath the Evergreen Stele.
Turning a half-shattered Sin Pattern between his fingertips, Yun Jin chuckled softly. "It seems the Master Authority fell into Yun Che's hands after all. I schemed for a thousand years, yet I was still a step too late. Still, that's fine. In seven days, I can see whether this fine elder brother of mine in name can overturn this old game that's been played for countless years."
With that, sinful mist swirled around him, and his figure silently slipped into the shadows on the ground, leaving only a spreading aura of sin that lingered for a long time.
Mu Xingchen looked up at the faint golden patterns drawn across the sky by the aura of