In the blink of an eye, all the streams of light collapsed inward and condensed, growing ever more dazzling as if brewing something momentous.
"This…" Zhou Yunyang's expression stilled.
Qin Tianlin had already sensed the disturbance and turned around, his pupils constricting. He was all too familiar with this scene—it meant someone who met the Ancient King Stele's criteria had just appeared.
Years ago, his grandfather, now Venerable Qin Yun, had triggered just such a world-shaking phenomenon.
'Could it be...' he thought, unable to contain his excitement. 'Have I... have I finally met the criteria?'
Just then, the golden ball of light swirling on the Ancient King Stele exploded, transforming into a streak of light that shot straight toward him. Qin Tianlin's eyelids trembled as he involuntarily extended his arms.
WHOOSH!
The hair by his ear stirred as the streak of light flew past his shoulder. The excited expression on Qin Tianlin's face froze solid.
'It's... not me?'
