The Grand Steward looked worriedly at the Celestial Ladder.
This Celestial Ladder had now beco a signature item of the Elent Temple.
If Lord Daniel decided to take action, would this Celestial Ladder be destroyed?
The thought of such a possibility left the Grand Steward at a loss for words.
After all... what did it have to do with him as the Grand Steward of Dragonscale Bank?
He could still enjoy the show regardless.
The two descended toward the base of the Celestial Ladder.
At this mont, a crowd had gathered around it, watching eagerly.
This was not a coincidence.
The Celestial Ladder of the Elent Temple was always like this. Due to the temple's great renown, it attracted people from far and wide.
In the 1st Realm, almost every mage had heard of the Elent Temple.
Therefore, to join the temple and beco part of it was a dream for many.
These people had heard of the temple's fa, and many had co from other realms to try their luck.
The Celestial Ladder had a total of 9,999 steps, and each step presented a unique challenge.
The higher one climbed, the greater the pressure beca.
Moreover, the number of steps one managed to ascend indicated the level of their innate talent.
If one reached the top... the Elent Temple itself would personally welco them, offering a teoric rise to the top, even grooming them as an elite disciple.
So powers in the 1st Realm would even send representatives to observe the climbers because not everyone was capable of being chosen by the Elent Temple.
Even those who weren't selected by the Elent Temple were not necessarily weak; they might still be outstanding by the standards of other mid-tier factions.
If it weren't for the restrictions of the Elent Temple, there might already be several large cities around this place.
At that mont, a figure rolled down from the Celestial Ladder, looking incredibly disheveled. However, there was a look of joy on his face.
"Congratulations, sir! You've climbed to the 700th step. With such a standard, even so top-tier factions would recognize you!" one onlooker shouted.
"Yeah! Congratulations, brother!" another person chid in.
Around them, many people were congratulating him.
Reaching the 700th step was already enough to et the requirents of so factions in the 1st Realm.
The young man, appearing to be from a small place, had co here to test his abilities.
It was his first ti attempting the Celestial Ladder, and reaching such an achievent on his first try was remarkable.
If he were eager, he could even choose to join a faction stationed here on the spot.
So of the factions had already prepared to offer him an invitation.
Just then, a group of people descended from the sky.
They were all dressed in identical attire.
One of the n looked disdainfully at the crowd who was congratulating the young man.
He said coldly:
"So, this is Middle Earth? Looks pretty ordinary to ."
"Yeah, you're congratulating soone for only climbing 500 steps? Is this the level of geniuses from Middle Earth?" another voice added.
Their accents and clothing were unmistakably foreign, not from the 1st Realm nor from Middle Earth.
They spoke repeatedly of "Middle Earth," and their style of speech and deanor made it clear that they were from the Erald Isles.
"Is this what you call a genius from Middle Earth?" one of the n mocked, his voice dripping with scorn.
"Erald Isles people? How arrogant!" soone retorted.
"Do you even know that every year, those geniuses only climb the Celestial Ladder at specific tis? You've co too late!" another voice cut in.
"Indeed, if my Middle Earth geniuses were here, would you even dare to say such things?" the first man boasted.
The surrounding crowd began to argue back, but before the situation could escalate further, the man suddenly released his mana.
The re aura that emanated from him scattered the people around him, leaving them stunned into silence.
His power was palpable, and it was clear that he was no ordinary figure.
"Middle Earth geniuses?" the man sneered, his voice rising in arrogance. "What a waste of my ti traveling here. I ca looking for geniuses, but all I found were a bunch of weaklings!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly cut through the air.
"Erald Isles?" Daniel looked at the young man.
Erald Isles... Daniel had so mory of them.
He wasn't sure, but he wondered if the Erald Isles had a unique class system like Winterrealm.
The mont Daniel spoke, the young man hurriedly turned around.
He hadn't realized it, but soone had appeared behind him without him sensing a thing.
This was incomprehensible to him.
The figure had approached silently and appeared in his midst without any warning.
The young man instinctively tried to retreat, but he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move.
It was only at that mont that he realized the person standing before him was far stronger than he had anticipated.
"Uncle Bode!" the young man cried out in alarm.
At that mont, an elderly man quickly responded from the crowd.
"Stop!" The old man's voice was filled with command.
A tier-master's mana aura burst forth from the elder, causing the surrounding crowd to freeze in awe.
No one had expected that such a powerful figure was hiding among the onlookers.
The old man, known as Uncle Bode, tried to use his overwhelming aura to intimidate Daniel, but just as he did, Grand Steward made his move.
With a casual wave, the Grand Steward sent the old man's pressure crashing to the ground.
"When did people from the islands think they could be so arrogant in Middle Earth?" The Grand Steward's strike didn't dissipate; it followed through, sending the elder, Bode, hurtling toward the ground at an even faster pace.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
When the crowd saw the Grand Steward step in and severely reprimand the Erald Isles mages, they all stood tall, applauding.
The arrogance of the newcors had angered many.
They had arrived, imdiately ridiculing the 1st Realm and Middle Earth, even displaying their power to suppress others.
If the locals had been a bit stronger, they might have responded earlier.
But thanks to Daniel's intervention, the young man had been restrained, and Grand Steward had dealt with the elderly mage.
This action had preserved Middle Earth's dignity.
The young man, watching as his ntor, Uncle Bode, was struck down with such ease, was visibly shaken.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
Bode was one of the top figures in the Erald Isles, perhaps even destined to enter the God Realm.
Yet here, in the 1st Realm, an old man had easily incapacitated him.
Horrified, the young man quickly dropped to his knees and begged, "Senior, please spare ! It was my arrogance, I... I was wrong..."
"Enough. Now, answer my questions," Daniel said, his voice calm but firm.
The young man nodded rapidly, fear apparent on his face.
"Are you from the Erald Isles?"
"Yes! I'm from one of the largest factions in the Erald Isles. Uncle Bode is the top expert there, known as the most likely to reach the God Realm," the young man stamred.
Daniel's gaze turned sharp, and he asked, "Does the Erald Isles possess divine artifacts?"
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