On the summit of the towering mountain.

An ancient token hovered in midair. The token, engraved with the pattern of the Four Spirits Origin Tower, contained a unique imposing majesty.    

There were countless rocks, big and small, in all sorts of strange shapes on the mountain summit.

At this moment, a figure passed through the clouds, looking up at the ancient token in midair with a calm face, but in the depths of his eyes was a hint of emotion.

“The chief pavilion master token…,” Zhou Yuan muttered to himself.

It had been a year since he had come to the Hunyuan Heaven’s Tianyuan Region, but now he had the qualification to compete for the chief pavilion master position with the many heaven prides of the Tianyuan Region.

No, he didn’t just have the qualification, because as long as he took one...