The position the young martial artist guards is a barren hilltop. From here, one can view the region within a three thousand mile radius. To discover Zheng Ming at the earliest opportunity, he stands at the highest point of the hill enduring the biting cold wind, having remained motionless for three days.
For someone who has reached the Ascension Realm, neither water nor fire poses any threat, and the cold wind hardly affects them.
However, to wait foolishly like this, and to be ready to leave at any moment after crushing the transmission talisman, such tension is something ordinary people cannot understand.
"Kid, you need to know what you are doing—killing a god, understand? You're slaying a god!" said a middle-aged martial artist's voice from the jade talisman.
"I tell you, this matter is destined to spread across the world. Countless important figures are paying attention to this affair."
