Within the Dynasty Martial Academy, inside the Western Expedition Illusory Realm Stone.
Today was already the final day after the illusory realm opened. There was not much time left before it ended.
Yang Lingrui weighed the token brimming with Martial Fortune in his hand. Getting into the top six of this group should not be a problem.
Having lost three days at the outset, relying solely on hunting ordinary Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals to squeeze into the top six would have been somewhat difficult.
But Yang Lingrui's luck seemed especially good this time.
Over the next four days, not only did he repeatedly encounter several mutated Ghost Generals carrying triple Martial Fortune, he even found a Ghost King in a valley that had been on the verge of death, barely clinging to life.
The Martial Fortune of one Ghost King was equivalent to that of a hundred ordinary Ghost Generals. As though he had stumbled into a windfall, Yang Lingrui merely finished it off with two strikes and gathered that enormous fortune into his token.
"Blessed by the Immortal Venerable, Ling Rui is deeply grateful."
Yang Lingrui had always felt that his luck was merely average. This sudden turn of fortune must have been caused by the treasure bestowed by the Immortal Venerable that day.
Whoosh—
As the token in his palm shone, Yang Lingrui's body also turned into specks of starlight and was transported back to the real world.
Sixty-four people had entered the illusory realm seven days ago. Now, only forty-eight were transported out.
The fate of the remaining sixteen went without saying.
Whether they had died beneath the blades of Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals or at the hands of other cultivators, it no longer mattered, nor would anyone ask.
Within the illusory realm, one bore