Not Qualified

Dyon breathed heavily, looking down on their retreating figures with a piercing gaze. 

Heaven's Scroll shone brighter and brighter, trembling under his presence, but he didn't care. In fact, he hardly noticed even as began to slowly etch his name. 

Still, even though he didn't care, that didn't mean others didn't. The arena fell into complete silence, watching on with bated breath. 

It was then the situation suddenly changed. The Heaven's Scroll had only completed its first stroke when a crack formed on its body. At first it was small, but then it began to expand wildly. 

Under the eyes of countless powerhouses of the mortal plane, the Heaven's Scroll that had stood for countless Eras shattered, its bits and pieces becoming a surge of qi that shot into the air. 

There in the sky, the qi began to change form. Many were expecting some spectacular change, but it soon became obvious that they were forming letters than then formed words…