“Very good!”0

Meng Cangji waved, and a jade stele about ten meters long fell from the sky right in front of Yun Che. For a time, it became the only thing reflected in everyone’s eyes.0

To Meng Cangji and everyone else in Meng Jianxi’s clique, the easiest and most direct way to prove the “gap” between Meng Jianxi and Meng Jianyuan was to compare their divine essence. The fact that Yun Che walked right into their trap was just a happy coincidence.2

Yun Che took a moment to examine the jade stele in front of him. It was square-shaped and dark in color. The most conspicuous thing about it was the ten irregularly ordered star-shaped imprints on its surface.0

In fact, the star-shaped imprints were arranged so that they matched the ten major divine essences in a person’s profound veins perfectly.0

“Just put your hand on the stele, and we will know how much divine essence you possess.” Meng Cangji said, “It has been a hundred years. This old one more than anyone else hopes that you can recreate Jianxi’s miracle. You never know, right?”0

If the words came from anyone else’s mouth, then there might be some degree of sincerity to it. But Meng Cangji? The maternal grandfather of the current Dreamweaver Divine Son, Meng Jianxi? The only thing anyone could interpret from his tone was sarcasm.0

“This is good.” Meng Kongchan nodded slightly. “The large majority of people in this venue haven’t seen how brilliant the starlight of the stele is after they were lit by the divine essence. Jianxi, you first.”2

“Yes, Father.”0

As soon as divine essence came into the question, it was as if the humiliated Meng Jianxi had gotten a second chance. As he walked toward the starry jade stele, his countenance slowly regained the pride...0