And the blood on that rock was the essence of Mystic Sky Sect's chief, failing his transcendence as mobs of martial artists attacked him.

Despite his failure, the chief of Mystic Sky Sect-Frank's mentor-had vaguely cultivated a strand of sage aura.

And the blood on that rock contained it.

Be it from a standpoint of principle or sentiment, Frank refused to let the rock fall into anyone else's hands.

The blood on that rock was a representation of his mentor's resentment.

A representation of the tragedy that was the fall of Mystic Sky Sect.

A representation of the three years Frank spent adrift.

Therefore, that rock was priceless for Frank-he would even buy it for a trillion, let alone five billion.

Once Frank made payment, he was given the stone as he wished.

It felt warm in his hand, as if the blood on it had yet to dry.

his tears just then, but he

rock. "One day, I will restore Mystic Sky Sect... and all our enemies will pay." The rock

"What?! Why..."

the rock glowing in Frank's arms, and were all

rock? What on earth was

then started to expand twice its

Crack!

into pieces as

"Hmm?!"

Frank could feel it

the rock was alive, and subtly seeping into his open palm, fusing with the

in him condensing into liquid, trickling and extending

He ascended!

noticing, rising from full-fledged Birthright rank

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