The old man with white hair smiled, his aura fluctuating not because of the Monster that inscribed its name on the Heavenly Stele but due to the reminiscence of a scene ten thousand years ago.
"No harm, although you did not leave your name on the Heavenly Stele, you must possess the posture of the Golden Light Three Flashes. Continue to comprehend the Celestial Monument. This Pride of Heaven Battle might just have the opponent you're anticipating."
The old man said with a smile.
The young man was momentarily stunned, his eyes lighting up slightly. He knew that his master must have learned of some Monster's news.
However, he didn't ask further, knowing they would meet in due time.
His Cultivation was not spurred by the stimulation of others; his goal was not within his peers but to become a Saint, and not just any Saint but a Supreme Saint, aspiring to debate and compete with those Saints in the future!
Meanwhile, in many Holy Lands, numerous figures came out of seclusion.
