"For this batch of Graduation Assessments, the disciple will head to the Chasm..."
"Beep beep beep beep..."
Suddenly, the communication device at Yang Ru'er's waist began to emit an urgent ringing, "Captain! There's been an emergency at the entrance to the Blessed Land; it seems someone is about to come out, and many of the Cave Beastmen have already gathered..."
Yang Ru'er hastily said, "Master Ancestor, this..."
Xin Ruhuo's gaze flickered, and with a step forward, a dense array of runes appeared beneath her feet.
At the same time, with a wave of her hand, a rune shot out and disappeared into the distance.
"Follow me!"
"There must be a tremendous benefit for someone to emerge from the Blessed Land that has lain dormant for ten thousand years; we absolutely cannot let the Cave Beastmen Tribe take it!"
"Yes, Master Ancestor!"
...
Under the massive tree, hundreds of figures stood confronting each other, mutual animosity in their eyes.