"You’ve actually been to the True Realm. Besides you, has any other Saint been there?"
Several Saints looked at Li Hao in astonishnt. They had co here and learned from the old man about the Immortal God Land they longed for, nad the True Realm, and also learned about the existence of Ancient Demons, but they had never seen them before.
The old man, having nothing to do, would tell them about the battle of that year and the various glorious deeds of the Heavenly Calamity Immortal Emperor.
They were also shocked by the tragic heroism of the Emperor’s downfall battle and understood the reason why there were no Immortals in All Heavens.
Li Hao slightly shook his head, not answering the other, but when thinking about how All Saints went to the True Realm, attracting Ancient Demons, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
At this mont, the old man seed to think of sothing and asked Li Hao, "Then why did you say there’s reinforcent in the True Realm?"
Li Hao explained, "I encountered a woman of the Immortal Monarch Realm there, who seed to be a commander, and she personally promised ."
The old man showed understanding in his eyes, murmuring to himself, "Could it be that the war continues to this day, still unfinished?"
"If that’s the case... the Immortal Emperor..."
His eyes darkened; he had long known this outco, but now it seed further confird.
He turned and walked into the thatched hut with his hands behind his back, closing the door casually.
The few Saints were already familiar with the old man and knew his mood at this mont. They had nothing comforting to say and, after a slight silence, soone said to Li Hao:
"What year is it outside now? Have you seen the Void Ancestor, and has he now beco a Supre Saint?"
Void Ancestor... Li Hao’s mind conjured up that figure. He squinted his eyes slightly but remained expressionless, saying, "Are you a friend of the Void Ancestor?"
He perceived the other’s presence, although restrained, feeling imnsely powerful, seemingly not of the Void Ancestor’s level but that of a Supre Saint!
"Yes."
The other laughed when seeing Li Hao’s recognition, "That guy is reclusive; he doesn’t have many friends, and I’m one of the few."
"He’s no longer around." Li Hao said calmly.
The other person was stunned upon hearing this, his face changing slightly, and hurriedly asked, "How did he die, and who killed him? Could it be he offended a Supre Saint? It’s impossible; though he’s reclusive, he would never provoke a Supre Saint. So things he could discern..."
"I don’t know."
Li Hao shook his head, naturally not revealing that he was the one who killed him.
Having just arrived here, Li Hao didn’t want to cause trouble or add more souls to the dead.
After all, the feud between him and the Void Ancestor had been settled with the latter’s death.
The other, after hearing Li Hao’s words, didn’t think much of it. He only showed a hint of sadness in his eyes, then exhaled long and said, "I had hoped one day to go out and drink a cup of wine with him, but why did he leave..."
Saying this, he shook his head, sighing to the side.
"What about the Mi Tian Saint? Have you seen the Mi Tian Saint?"
Another young-looking Saint nearby couldn’t help but inquire, hearing about the Void Ancestor’s demise, there was also a bit of unease on his face.
Li Hao was a little surprised, "Are you a friend of Mi Tian Saint?"
"He is my master." The young Saint, seeing Li Hao’s expression, knew he must be aware of Mi Tian Saint, and showed delight, "Have you seen him?"
Li Hao understood, turned out to be a disciple of Mi Tian, aning a fellow disciple of Feng.
"Yes, and I’ve even played chess with him." Li Hao smiled.
The young Saint breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "When did he start liking chess? I didn’t know about that."
"Perhaps you arrived early." Li Hao said.
The young Saint thought about it and agreed; ti changes many things, and he warmly said to Li Hao, "I am Chen Baoyu, you can call Bao Sheng."
Li Hao nodded, "I am Haotian."
The Saints nearby also inquired with Li Hao about the current situation outside.
Li Hao didn’t hide anything and truthfully told them so things that could be shared.
Afterwards, Li Hao asked, "Are you unable to return from here?"
"That’s correct. If we could, we would have left long ago. This Double-Slit Demon Valley is one-way; one can enter but not leave, unless one can pass the Heavenly Calamity Immortal Emperor’s trial and inherit his legacy."
Luo Sheng, who had earlier inquired about the Void Ancestor, nodded. He had the appearance of an old man with two long mustaches and smiled very kindly at Li Hao.
"The Immortal Emperor’s trial? Inheritance of the legacy?"
Li Hao was slightly stunned, unable to help looking at the distant Sky-reaching Giant Hall — the Immortal Emperor’s legacy?
Earlier, Nangong Jian had ntioned that in the True Realm, an Immortal Emperor stood at the peak, overlooking all worlds, with Immortal Kings as generals and countless True Immortals as soldiers. Such a powerful existence might only be born once every era, and each True Realm era lasted a million years!
Obtaining such a legacy would have Immortal Kings scrambling, making Immortal Lords go mad with excitent, and the legacy was right in front of him?
Doesn’t this an that falling into this Double-Slit Demon Valley is a great fortune?
Seeing Li Hao’s expression, another Saint nad Winter Blade shook his head, "Though it is a great fortune, passing the trial is extrely difficult. You’ll know after trying; we’ve been trapped here for countless ages. The earliest to co was Mu Saint; he is a Saint from the Source Ancestor’s era, just under ten thousand years younger than the Source Ancestor, yet he still remains trapped here."
Li Hao followed his gaze and saw, on a distant mat, a middle-aged Saint with snow-white hair and a straight posture, sitting cross-legged with closed eyes.
Under ten thousand years younger than the Source Ancestor... that’s really old, Li Hao mused internally.
The Source Ancestor, as the oldest Saint, saw other Saints gradually born a millennium after him, all being part of the earliest group.
After several more millennia, the number of Saints slowly increased, ushering in a prosperous era.
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