If those flows of light were spewing out from here, then they would definitely continue to erupt.
Thus, everyone waited here for several months.
During this time, more beings arrived, including divine players and indigenous beings, all at the demagod level.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the spatial rift finally reached its peak with brilliant colors emerging from within, and the surrounding void began to tremble.
It's coming.
It's coming.
Finally, there has some movement.
After waiting so long as the void shook, the surrounding space became unstable with spatial rifts occasionally appearing, but the crowd did not retreat.
Instead, they moved forward and their divine power began to surge, ready for battle.
Boom! With a loud sound, nearly a 100 dazzling flows of light flew out from the spatial rift, moving at incredible speed.
Even though everyone was prepared, they were still startled and quickly took action, each displaying their abilities to intercept the flows of light.
"This one is mine.
Don't you dare steal it from me.
" An orc player shouted angrily, channeling all his energy to block a flow of light, imbued with surging energy, wrapped in the glow.
They could not detect the items contained within the flow.
But from the energy it contained, they could judge the level of the item.
The more energy it contained, the higher the item's level.
The flow of light intercepted by the orc player should be.
If nothing went wrong, a demagod level item.
Who do you think you are? Just because you say it's yours, it's yours.
A dwarf player snickered, also targeting this flow of light.
Although nearly a 100 flows of light had flown out at the same time, those with similar energy to the one before them were fewer than a handful.
Soon, the previously calm void was thrown into chaos as everyone began to fight, scrambling for the flows of light.
There were also weaker players who could not intercept the incoming flows and could only follow behind, waiting for the energy within them to deplete.
Wow, a holy level staff.
What is this? A memory crystal.
Damn, a blueprint for an epic weapon.
What use is this to me? What trash? Just a piece of legendary armor.
And it's incomplete.
Ridiculous.
As flows of light were intercepted, the items wrapped inside were revealed with significant differences in value.
Some were priceless demagod level items, while others were worthless crafts.
However, even so, everyone was still eager to intercept as these items were all free gains.
The eruption from the spatial rift did not stop there, continuing to burst forth five times in a row with the number of flows of light increasing each time.
In just 3 days, nearly a thousand flows of light had flown out.
Some streams of light were intercepted while others flew into the dark void or consumed their energy and stopped or crashed into a meteors entering different planes.
It wasn't just here.
Throughout the entire medium realm, ancient relics emerged in various places, continuously spewing streams of light, bringing items from the era of ancient gods into this age.
The commotion spread across the entire medium realm, making it impossible to keep it hidden any longer.
More and more players rush from afar to join in this competition.
It is foreseeable that a terrifying storm is about to sweep across the entire void.
Blood dawn plane.
At the peak of the snow mountain, there is a massive manor surrounded by towering snowcapped peaks which stand like tall guards protecting the courtyard safety.
For all beings in this plane, whether they are believers of the kin or divine players, this snow mountain is a mysterious place, even considered a forbidden zone.
Without permission, no one is allowed to step inside.
In the backyard, the grass is covered with various rare plants.
All precious spiritual herbs that are of no market value in the outside world, but at the moment, they are merely ornamental, casually arranged like ordinary flowers and plants.
In the center of the courtyard, there is an exquisite pavilion with a stone table where two men sit, savoring the tea in their cups.
The two are the elders of Blood Dawn, Eternal Night, and the teacher.
The teacher took a sip of tea, looked at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.
Time flies so fast.
It seems like almost 50 years have passed since we last met.
Right, it should be.
Sushing Yu shook his teacup, appearing somewhat bored.
The downside of immortality is that one loses track of time.
The teacher s gaze became a bit hazy.
The longer he lived, the weaker his concept of time became.
You better not really turn into a god.
Sushingu glanced at him and said with a light laugh, "He he.
" The teacher also smiled, then said, "That won't happen.
Even if I'm not as good as you, I'm not useless.
I still have a bit of composure.
Gods have long resided in the heavens, enjoying the faith of billions of living beings.
" With the passage of long years, their personalities gradually become indifferent, and the divine aspect begins to dominate.
If this continues, one day they will truly become gods.
Sushing you smiled and said, "No worries.
If you ever lose your humanity, just come find me and I'll help you turn back.
No need for that.
" The teacher's expression darkened quickly, refusing.
He had no doubt about Sue Shing Yu<unk>s strength, but who knows how the other party would turn him back.
He changed the subject.
I heard not long ago you had a confrontation with a strong player from the southern region.
How was it? Nowadays, among players, strong ones haven't fought in a long time, and there's no ranking list, so no one has a precise idea of other strengths.
They can only estimate based on past rankings.
A few exchanges don't count as a confrontation.
Sushing you shook his head, thought for a moment, and said, "In terms of strength, probably about the same as a martial artist, maybe a bit weaker.
I didn't engage deeply, so it's not very accurate.
You didn't leave anything behind that doesn't quite match your style.
" Upon hearing this, the teacher asked curiously.
In his impression, the young man before him was always a fierce character, "Are you saying I'm some kind of villain, always hurting others?" Sushiu looked at him speechlessly and explained, "The opponent isn't simple either.
A lesson is enough.
If I really went for a kill, not to mention whether it would work.
Even if it did, it wouldn't be worth the loss.
" Just as they were chatting, a sudden beep beep beep notification sound rang out.
Someone sent him a message through the system information channel.
Sushingu frowned slightly and checked it.
It was from his new subordinate, Shanming.
What's wrong? The teacher put down his teacup, asking curiously.
Some interesting situations have arisen in the void.
The relics of ancient gods are awakening.
Sushing Yu did not hide this from the teacher, as such matters couldn't be concealed.
Even amateurs like Chunming could get the news.
So, with the energy of Blood Dawn, they would surely know.
And indeed, not long after, news about the awakening of ancient relics appeared in the group, and it was even more detailed than what Shenming learned.
Ancient relics continuously spewing forth creations from ancient gods, even true artifacts and divine essences.
Looking at the messages in the group, a smile appeared on the teacher's face.
Interesting.
It seems this void is about to become chaotic again.
Just after my seclusion, I encountered such an event.
My luck is quite good.