"I tell you, it was like a tribulation level of power but it was Ruins! They were all in the sky and merged into one!" A middle aged man was at the center of a few people at the tavern. The newly minted Inheritance had caused a surge of people to come look at the swirling fog.
It towered into the sky and none dared enter as some fools had and they were never heard from again.
Those that had survived that day also recounted the wondrous transformation.
It was also unique. All powers, regardless of rank, had pooled their knowledge and there was not 1 record of a Ruin being restored to an Inheritance. There was not even a Relic regaining its Ruin either but at least that seemed feasible to many cultivators.
The former was just insane! The ancient powers like the Divine Sword Sect and Heavenly Maiden Sect confirmed Colonel Tor's assessment of the fog. It was a simple choice for cultivators to protect an Inheritance that needed time to recover.
