Following a prompt tone, one of the nine silver pedestals in the center of the field suddenly dimmed.
It was the pedestal at the very edge, upon which a staff-wielding figure of light had been floating.
The staff-wielding figure of light above the pedestal quickly faded and disappeared, while a new one began to materialize in its place.
The light outlined the image of a young man standing with a spear. His silhouette was identical to Xu Wuyi's, his face just as blurry.
But the fierce, soaring aura of one who had just endured a bloody battle—with the faint phantoms of a mountain and sun at his back—was captured and solidified.
New silver inscriptions appeared:
[Xu Wuyi (Level 32.5 state) · Record Creation Time: September 17, 2XXX NE]
The nine pedestals were once again all occupied.
...
Fu Yun, who had been watching from the sidelines, had lowered the arms he'd had crossed over his chest. His mouth was slightly agape, the expression on his face completely frozen.
