The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Guangzu gave an explanation.

"Well... this is called a dimensional hole, which is a kind of application of spatial rules."

He achieved a technology that the celestial beings had been researching for centuries without being able to stabilize, using the power of the mystical side, and applied it precisely in battle. This is the power of the Dark King.

Dark King: "Dulu lulu lulu... Dulu lulu lulu..."

Hearing the discussion between the two patriarchs in the sky, the bandits below exclaimed.

"What dimensional portal?! This is a magic cylinder!"

"Damn, with this ability, this Dark King is invincible."

"I wonder if there's a CD version?"

"They're not from the professional system, they're just a low-level trader!"

The Dark King, making strange noises, floated above the large pile of spirit cores. The bandits wanted to go up and snatch the spirit cores, but they were too afraid to do so.

After all, the main body can't come to the moon now, and if Uranus dies, no one can save him.

The cannon fodder are very self-aware; even if they are not afraid of death, they cannot snatch food from the tiger's mouth.

Rather than throwing your life away in vain, it's better to stay alive and wait; perhaps there will be another opportunity.

The Illusion Ancestor floated to the Light Ancestor's side and said, puzzled.

"This Dark King seems to be unable to speak properly. You said before that the Dark King warned you that if the Ten Ancestors made a move, they would come at any cost. Who was telling you that?"

Guangzu shrugged.

"Well...maybe they can communicate in some kind of telepathy? Or maybe it was someone else who warned me?"

Regardless of whether this thing in front of us is the Dark King or not, it is definitely an enemy of humanity.

The Dark King launched another attack.

It remained motionless, relying entirely on spatial ripple attacks.

The Illusion Ancestor and the Light Ancestor led ten Divine Transformations in a protracted battle with the Dark King.

at the same time.

Earth.

On the path to heaven, powerful figures from all walks of life compete for supremacy in the world of light and successively enter the territory of Sky City.

As more and more people entered the Sky City, those seven paths to heaven grew increasingly dim.

When it becomes indistinct, later visitors can no longer enter it.

Because she held the Ancient Jade Coin in her hand, she had no obstacles along the way, which is why she entered Sky City the fastest.

At this moment, she had arrived at the central area of ​​the nameless ancient city.

Here stands a magnificent altar, upon which is enshrined a pulsating red light.

A was not wearing a mask. With tears in her eyes, she walked here, climbed the steps one by one, and reached out her hand to approach the red light.

"The Night Owl was founded three hundred years ago, spanning six generations. Finally, relying on a tattered manuscript, it fulfilled its ancestor's last wish and arrived here..."

At this moment, A seemed to feel that behind him stood the Night Owl ancestors who had worked hard for this moment and dedicated their lives to it.

They were all their ancestors.

For her lineage, the professional system is actually very advantageous.

None of their generations could be mediocre.

Because there is a job change gold medal.

If you don't have it, steal it.

Even if you can't find a good job by changing jobs yourself, having a job-changing gold medal won't be a problem.

Having a strong career makes it much easier to do what you want.

In this generation, Jia learned about the cultivation method of the origin of life through the close connection established between her predecessors and the resistance army.

Through her years of unremitting efforts, she has become a phantom.

However, no matter how powerful it is, it is not A's target.

Her life goal was to find this light.

This is the grand ambition left to her by her ancestors.

"stop!"

Four soldiers guarded the top of the altar.

They were dressed in ancient armor, holding long halberds, pointing them horizontally at the armor, and questioning her about who she was.

A, dressed in modern clothes, attracted a lot of attention from the moment he entered the city.

Now that they've climbed onto the altar, they've attracted a large crowd.

"I am Jia Shilan, here to retrieve the light of the sky."

"A soldier said, frowning."

"Light of the sky? You mean holy light?"

"Yes, it's what's behind you."

The soldier couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You woman, how dare you! Whose daughter are you, to so brazenly try to claim the Holy Light for yourself? If you take it, won't the entire city's light path be ruined?"

Jia Shilan thought for a moment.

"You're cultivating using the light of the sky, just like the rebels?"

"Rebel army? I don't know what you're talking about. Get out of here right now, or don't blame us for bullying a weak woman."

Things are getting a bit complicated.

The incomplete notes left by the ancestor Jia Xingchen did not describe the interior of Sky City.

Should I forcibly take it away, or what should I do?

Just as Jia Shilan was caught in a dilemma, several elderly men stepped out from the crowd.

The man in the lead had a full head of white hair, a hunched back, and was using a cane.

Two children were supporting him.

"Hahaha……"

Upon seeing Jia Shilan, especially the ancient jade coin in her hand, the oldest man smiled happily.

"I never imagined that I would see the ancient Bi Tongbao in my lifetime. This life has been worthwhile."

As soon as the old man spoke, everyone in the room looked over and immediately knelt down in worship.

"Greetings, Mr. Wanglong."

The old man called himself Wanglong the Elder, and said he had lived for over three hundred years.

He had a school in the city and dedicated his life to teaching and educating people, as well as teaching the people of the city the methods of cultivating the Way.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has countless students in this city.

Therefore, he had a high level of prestige.

The elderly men accompanying Wanglong were the heads of several large clans in the city, who jointly managed the city.

Jia Shilan walked down the steps, bowed to the old man with her hands clasped, and asked politely.

"Grandpa, do you know what the ancient Bi Tongbao coin is?"

"Yes, yes, everyone in the city knows."

Jia Shilan looked around and, sure enough, the people around her were talking about it.

"So this is the ancient Bi Tongbao coin. It looks exactly like the one in the mural."

"So, the mission that our clan has upheld for thousands of years is finally about to be completed."

"We can go out and see the world! That's wonderful!"

Although she didn't quite understand what these people meant, Jia Shilan could sense that they weren't hostile.

"My ancestors told me that if I find all the fragments of this thing and restore it to its original state, I can open the path to heaven, enter the Sky City, and obtain the light of the sky, which is what you call the holy light."

The old man, Wanglong, stroked his beard and smiled.

"That's true. We just didn't know that the Ancient Jade Coin had actually been broken in the outside world. No wonder we waited so many years to finally see it return."

This item is a token. As long as the one you have is genuine and not a fake, place it in the holy light, and the holy light will naturally belong to you.

Jia Shilan looked around at the people.

"Won't taking the Holy Light affect you? You seem to be using it for cultivation."

"It's alright, it's alright. The people of our city have been trapped here for three thousand years."

We remain faithful to the teachings of our ancestors and have guarded the holy light for generations, but this has also isolated us from the world.

Everyone wants to see the outside world.

But only when the Holy Light is taken away will the seal on this city be broken, and only then can we return to the Great World.