"What the heck is that?"
The object from the sky landed on the ground, its golden light dissipating to reveal its true form.
It appeared to be a token.
It was palm-sized, golden and jade-like, with halos swirling around it, imbued with an extraordinary aura.
The token bore the characters for "All Heavens."
The writing resembled pictographic script, but it was unlike any ancient text Zhang Chulan knew; however, those two characters seemed to convey their meaning directly to anyone who saw them.
What puzzled Zhang Chulan was that though the token had fallen loudly from the sky, when it hit the ground, it only penetrated an inch deep without causing any impact like a meteorite hitting Earth.
It was truly bizarre.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The transcendent bigwigs who were watching the competition left their seats to examine the object.
"Heavenly Master, what do you think?" Lu Jin stroked his beard and asked his friend.
