The pillar of light was not red alone.
A thread of golden liquid flowed within it, naturally bearing an air of nobility.
The temperature throughout the ancestral hall abruptly soared with it.
Those standing close even felt their hair and beards beginning to curl.
The flame totems on the walls seemed to come alive as well.
The golden-red pillar did not pause.
In an instant, it broke past the tenth mark, which represented "low grade."
Then came the twentieth mark, "middle grade."
The thirtieth mark, "high grade"-
Finally, beneath everyone's horrified gazes.
The pillar settled firmly above the forty-fifth mark, near the top of the stele!
Its radiance blazed.
It bathed the entire ancestral hall in dazzling gold.
More shocking still.
The runes of the other attributes that should have lit up on the Spirit-Burning Stele.
Were all dark and lightless now.
Only the rune representing "fire" flashed wildly, like a sovereign.
"A h-heavenly-grade fire spiritual root?!"
"No-"
"This, this light-"
The Third Elder had long since risen to his feet, losing his composure, his voice trembling with excitement and surprise.
"Incomparably pure spirituality, almost approaching-an innate Dao body?!"
At the head of the hall, Grand Elder Yang Zhenyue, who had sat as steadily as a mountain, also sprang to his feet.
The spiritual pressure he unconsciously released distorted even the air.
His gaze locked onto Yang Ye.
Especially the faint golden flame mark flickering into view between the boy's brows under the golden light.
"Hahaha!"
"Good! Good! Good!"
Yang Zhenyue burst into deafening laughter, waves of sound rolling outward.
"Heaven blesses our Yang Family!"
"It is actually the legendary innate fire spirit body!"
"Our Yang Family's rise is close at hand!"
The entire ancestral hall erupted.
Yang Ye calmly withdrew his hand, and the towering pillar of light slowly