Giant banners fluttered in the wind.
The massive illusion screens floating in the sky were flashing the faces of the final survivors.
Out of the thousands of Outer Disciples who had entered the Myriad Illusions Realm, only a mere ten individuals had materialised in the victor's circle.
Lin Ji'an. Mo Wuchen. Yan Lie. Chi Yun. Su Wan. Zhang Min and four other battered but breathing members of Class 7.
The moment their boots hit the pristine white stone of the plaza, the grand restorative arrays embedded in the sect's foundation activated.
A wave of gentle, healing green light washed over the survivors.
Ji'an felt the superficial scratches on her arms close instantly. The bruising on her ribs faded, and the soreness in her muscles eased.
But as she tried to stand up straight, a wave of dizzying vertigo hit her.
