In the sky above and earth below, the fiery storm raged on.

"Brother! Brother! My brother!” As soon as Tianming sent the little eggs back to his lifebound space, Yu Ziqian came rolling and tumbling toward him, his face excited and purple hair fluttering in the wind. He slid all the way down, leaving two deep lines behind him.

"What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?” Tianming mocked.

"Brother, look up! Look at the Skyward Stele! It's been a month and something big has happened. The Voidsky Skirmish has definitely entered the next stage!" Yu Ziqian was excited and nervous. He was still incapacitated and had to rely on Tianming for everything. But after pondering it for a time, he realized that even if he didn’t make the top ten on the imperial star ranking, he would still have someone backing him up. Perhaps Tianming’s position in the Azuresoul Palace might surpass Jiang Qingliu if he managed to bolster the sect’s ranking so they overshadowed...