C181 (1/2)

The ninth Soul Depth …. That was the best he could do ….

In front of the dragon gate, the middle-aged man's heart was in his throat. He was only one step away from perfection. If Cang Yun stopped here, that would be too much of a pity.

The results of the ninth grid were considered the highest in the Holy City, and the number of geniuses in each batch was no more than thirty. However, the number of geniuses in the Holy City was not so calculated.

This was because every year the Holy City would recruit new talents. A person's age ranged from five years to one decade. Within this cycle, there were a total of 300 people that had reached the ninth grade.

Only by passing the tenth level would one be able to enter the top 100 ranks within their age range. In the future, they would be able to safely enter the Mortal Board.

Cang Yun did not know the numbers, but he also did not want to give up. Putting aside the huge dragon mark reward, he was just one step away from giving up.

There were too many geniuses in the Holy City, and there were too many top geniuses. If they didn't fight for it, they would be wiped out in the future. That kind of result was not what Cang Yun wanted from the bottom of his heart.

You have to do the best, the brightest, the brightest!

”Hah!”

In the next moment, Cang Yun let out a low shout, and a scorching and violent stream of pure yang energy exploded from his body.

A bright and scorching light enveloped him as Cang Yun's expression turned solemn, as if he was the son of the sun.

”This is …” Middle-aged man's mouth slightly opened. He was surprised and happy.

Rumble …

In the next moment, the dragon gate was pushed open once again.

Crack!