C78 He Made a Blood Oath in Front the Gate Master(1)

Time flew by, and nearly another year had slipped away. The great hall remained as empty and lifeless as ever.

The sole change was the level of the cultivators entering the hall; regardless of their prior status, each had now reached the zenith of Grace. They stood at a pinnacle far surpassing that of average cultivators, in terms of both the attributes and purity of their Spiritual Qi