One particular day, a thousand years later, James was in the back mountain of Mount Thea.

He sat on a rock at the cliff, letting the breeze mess up his long hair.

Swoosh!

A figure suddenly flashed beside him.

The man that appeared wore a black robe and had horns on his head.

Quiomars called out respectfully, “Master.”

James asked sluggishly, “What’s the matter, Quiomars?”

Quiomars replied, “Master, I’ve been secretly monitoring the Omnipotent Lord for the past thousand years. He never left the Ancestral Holy Site, but he frequented a restricted area of the Ancestral Holy Site. I quietly followed him but found a potent formation around the restricted area. It’s not a formation set up by a human but from someone of the Greater Realms.”

James immediately regained his spirit, jumped off the rock, and asked, “What else?”

took a deep breath and said, “I sensed a magical power coming from inside the formation. I’ve seen

asked, “What kind of power

from the

expression immediately became

mighty

Great Races that destroyed the Primordial Realm. The

“That must be it.”

connected the dots. Now, everything made

Nine-Rank Macrocosm Power. It turned out he had practiced a signature skill of the

a powerhouse of the

it be he traveled to the Dark World and

so. Judging from the aura I sensed, he is an Acmean. However, he wouldn’t have to hide within a

can only be one

Realm Era. Perhaps he was injured and

came to our universe

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