After waiting for a moment, Zhao Xing entered the All Saints Hall to seek knowledge. There were no divine statues here, only memorial tablets, which were of lower status compared to the solo enshrined Yin Gods.
But since it was just for seeking mid to low-level spells, it didn't matter much.
Finding a secluded corner, Zhao Xing sat cross-legged on a cushion.
"I have no particular preference; any spell from any faction will do. Whichever True Monarch is willing to teach, that's what I will learn," Zhao Xing prayed silently.
His thought conveyed only one meaning: not picky!
As if hearing Zhao Xing's prayer, a gentle breeze soon blew around him.
Zhao Xing couldn't help but close his eyes—this was a sign that the teaching of the spell had begun.
At the same time, on the densely packed spirit tablets, a tablet named 'Zheng Lun' began to faintly glow.
"Kill!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
"Hee-yah~"
"Enemy attack!"
Dark clouds loomed, and the canyon was eerie.
