"bite!"

The divine light vanished, replaced by a sky full of purple light.

"What is this?" Yu Tu covered her mouth in surprise as she looked at the sky filled with purple light.

"A disciple in purple robes!"

Without Yu Tu saying anything, information about identity verification came to Jiang Yuan's mind.

Within the ruins, a distinct class division exists, with different classes having varying perceptions of the ruins' power. Gray-robed disciples are considered the weakest, having only minimal contact with the ruins' power; white-robed disciples are mediocre, possessing a greater affinity for the ruins' power and able to utilize it rudimentarily; above them are the blue-robed disciples, who can not only mobilize some of the ruins' power but also traverse various perilous areas within the ruins.

As for this purple-robed disciple, he has already entered the highest rank in the ruins, and is the representative of the ruins' owner within the ruins.

"Wait a minute, Xu Fu was also a disciple in purple robes!"

A vague message appeared in Jiang Yuan's mind: a congratulatory message left by Xu Fu, which meant that the claim that Xu Fu was the owner of this site was unfounded.

Jiang Yuan thought to himself, "It seems that the inner palace of the ruins has not been explored yet!"

When Shangguan Ya invited them to explore last time, she mentioned some things about the ruins. Now that they think about it, Shangguan Ya and the others only knew about the outer hall, but they knew very little about the inner hall, which truly involved the core secrets.

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple light disappeared into the void, and a magnificent set of purple clothing appeared.

Identified by Tianyan!

Violet Robe, Quality: Legendary, Additional Energy: None, Soul Skill: Spokesperson.

Weapon Spirit Skill - Spokesperson: A robe formed from spoken words, embodying the will of the speaker. (Cannot be copied, inlaid, or replaced.)

The purple robe was clearly visible to Jiang Yuan. It was a magic robe with no offensive or defensive capabilities, and it didn't even have any added energy. If it weren't for the weapon spirit skill that represented it, this magic robe would be completely useless.

"Look at her!"

The Heavenly Eye scanned the white robe on Yu Tu's body, and the identification information quickly appeared.

White Robe, Quality: Excellent, Additional Energy: None, Soul Skill: Affinity.

Weapon Soul Skill - Affinity: Increases affinity with the residual divine blood energy within the ruins.

"It seems that this white robe is far inferior to the purple robe!"

Although the White Robe has a weapon spirit skill, its affinity effect is not significant and cannot compare with the Purple Robe.

A melodious tune echoed from inside the palace gates. Jiang Yuan, clad in a purple robe, stood there, surrounded by an invisible force.

"Is this the power of five points of luck?" Jiang Yuan didn't know how the identity classification was determined, but it was definitely related to luck points.

"Elder Xu, didn't you say that no one could enter this place? What explanation do you have for these two?"

A rebuke rang out, tinged with anger.

Jiang Yuan stared intently, but the people who appeared before him greatly shocked him!

Holy Spirit! This ruin, known only to the Northern Alliance, has been infiltrated by the Holy Spirit.

"Your Highness, please calm down. This person is from the South City North City Alliance!" Xu Yuan immediately explained, his previous arrogant attitude becoming much more humble, showing none of the demeanor of the Xu family's Grand Elder.

"So, they're the ones who discovered this ancient site?" The male holy spirit walking in the middle looked at the lustful rabbit with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Elder Xu, who are they?" Yu Tu sensed something was amiss, but for her, the identity of the Holy Spirit was not so easy to discern.

Xu Yuan remained silent, but Yu Tu pressed on sharply, "Only members of the Northern City Alliance know the method to enter this place. Why are outsiders coming in?"

"Oh!"

The male Holy Spirit let out a mocking laugh, then arrogantly said, "You're asking why? That's simple. Elder Xu is a member of our Holy Spirit Clan. If he doesn't seek benefits for his own clan, why would he do it for you humans?"

"You are the Holy Spirits!" Yu Tu's pupils shrank suddenly; she never expected that outsiders could infiltrate this place.

"Your Highness Qiao Ling, the purple-robed disciples now have the authority to enter the inner hall!"

Behind the male holy spirit stood a middle-aged man, who was staring intently at Jiang Yuan, seemingly very interested in the purple-robed identity Jiang Yuan had just obtained.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ling raised an eyebrow, closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, and then said to Jiang Yuan with arrogance, "In that case, you are qualified to join my Cangling Clan!"

“So, I should feel honored!” Jiang Yuan remained unmoved and made a sarcastic remark.

"Isn't that right?" Qiao Ling asked, puzzled.

Jiang Yuan sneered. After the cataclysm, he knew the nature of the Holy Spirit Clan very well. They were arrogant to the core and always looked down on the human race. It was perfectly normal for them to have such an attitude.

"Xu Yuan, where is Suma?" Yu Tu looked left and right and finally realized something was wrong. After they split up, Suma had followed Xu Yuan, but now Suma had disappeared.

"That brat didn't know what was good for him and has already been killed by His Highness!" Xu Yuan said, his voice filled with murderous intent.

"Impossible!" Yu Tu couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You are very lucky. I allow you to stay by my side as guards and maids. If this operation goes smoothly, your future master will be the Holy Son, or even the master of the Divine Mountain!" Qiao Ling arrogantly envisioned his future. This entry into the ruins of the Godfall Battlefield was an operation he had planned for a long time, in order to rise to the top in one step and surpass those competitors of his own race.

"Holy Son!" Jiang Yuan scoffed. He didn't care about the future Holy Son, or even the real Holy Son.

“Your Highness, this person bears the killing mark left by my Holy Spirit Royal Family. If we keep him, he will surely become a threat. I suggest…” The middle-aged man made a throat-slitting gesture toward Qiao Ling, his killing intent was already very clear.

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