"Not bad, not bad." Ukars, seated on the silver throne, looked down at Shi Feng and praised him. "Your performance has exceeded our expectations, so we've decided to reward you with an additional 2000 Temple of War God contribution points."
After all, no one had passed the seventh trial of the Twelve Labors for over a thousand years.
System: Awarded 2000 Temple of War God contribution points.
"How generous," Shi Feng said, a pleased look crossing his face.
1500 points could already be exchanged for a dark-gold item, and 4000 points were enough for an epic item. An extra 2000 points was a significant gain.
"Since you've qualified, step forward to the center. We will grant you the power to seek the Seven Treasures," Ukars said.
Shi Feng immediately walked to the center of the Eternal Throne.
The center was inscribed with countless divine runes, clearly forming a massive magic array. Fifty silver thrones floated around the array, seemingly connected to it in some way.
"Let us begin," Ukars said, looking at the companions around him.
The figures on the silver thrones nodded, all standing up. The magical elements in the entire room began to surge, their density no less than that found in the Divine Tomb.
The converging magical elements formed fifty spheres of liquid, each the size of a washbasin, around the magic array. These Mana Essences were the most concentrated Shi Feng had ever seen. Ukars then turned to look at the big shots seated on the golden thrones.
"Honored Lords, everything is ready," Ukars said respectfully.
"Not enough," the phantom on the golden throne whispered.
Ukars was stunned.
This was Mana Essence, hundreds of times more precious than Seven Luminaries Crystal. Each drop was painstakingly condensed by the fifty of them, let alone a basin-sized sphere. There were fifty such spheres of Mana Essence; it would be more than enough to forge a silver Saint Mark for someone.
"Talent is rare. Let us act as well," the phantom on the golden throne said, looking at the other eight figures on golden thrones.
"Very well. To have passed the seventh trial is indeed worthy of our nine taking action."
The other nine Honored Lords nodded, rising slightly and floating in the air as they began to gather magical elements.
In an instant.
Nine house-sized spheres of Mana Essence appeared in the sky above the Eternal Throne.
Ukars and the others were dumbfounded. They hadn't expected the nine Honored Lords to personally act together to forge a Saint Mark for a mere junior like Shi Feng. This was the first time since that peerless genius...
Shi Feng's jaw dropped.