Chapter 568: The Nine Rings Converge

It took Salvatore Casson only a few minutes to reach a point roughly nine hundred miles to the southwest. The eight divine rings on him began to glow. A flicker of understanding crossed his mind, and he headed toward the left-front. A small town sat there. A paved road ran straight through its center, cars streaming past in both directions. Vegetable and meat stalls lined the sides. At one butcher's stand, several strips of meat hung from a rack while the owner chopped at a slab for a customer. Salvatore...