The legendary warrior

The words of the Time Seal's hermit spirit left Ricky feeling bewildered. He glanced at the seal with wide, astonished eyes and asked,

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I may have misheard you. Did you just tell me to put the arena away?" "Yes, I did. It's about that you put away the arena," the Time Seal's hermit spirit instructed nonplussed.

"Okay, now, I am confused. How can I do that?" Ricky promptly asked, looking more and more baffled with each passing second.

"After we defeated the devil race, Paul had refined this arena, which means that this was Paul's property," the hermit spirit explained. "And because he is long dead, the arena would be passed on to his successor—you! The arena is made of the hardest Rocks of Heaven and Earth.

It may not be a supreme weapon, but do not underestimate it because it's as powerful as a supreme weapon. In fact, you can even use this arena against any supreme weapon," the hermit spirit cheerfully went on.

Hearing this, Ricky was overjoyed, and he made up his mind right then and there to never give the arena up. After all, it rightfully belonged to him now.

"Sir, what should I do put it aside?" he eagerly asked.

"You can use the Time Seal since the seal serves as the core of the arena," instructed the hermit spirit. "Paul had taken this into consideration, so he integrated the Time Seal with the arena."

"He seems to be a visionary," Ricky remarked, sounding slightly awed once again.

Then, he did as the hermit spirit had instructed and enveloped the entire arena with his mind. He knew that with the Time Seal's help, he could integrate his mind successfully into the arena, and only then could he keep the arena under his control.

It took Ricky four whopping hours before he could successfully cover the arena with his mind. He thought about putting the arena aside immediately but stopped at the last second.

After all, he would be in great trouble if the other warriors witnessed his action. The fact that he possessed Paul's inheritance already put him in a perilous situation, so he didn't want to add to that if he could avoid it.

'Perhaps, I can use the Time Zone and the Devourer Zone to hide my presence. That way, I can put aside the arena secretly.' A brilliant idea suddenly popped up in Ricky's mind.

With that thought, he immediately summoned the Devourer Zone and the Time Zone. The Devourer Zone formed the blood-colored light, which covered the entire arena, as the Time Zone released the time power, preventing people outside from seeing what was going on inside the arena.

the influence of the two zones, Ricky was able to put the arena in his

his two zones and

way, everyone would think the ancient arena disappeared as soon as Ricky obtained the inheritance. After all, it would never occur to them that Ricky

the saints outside the ancient battlefield caught sight of Ricky, they grew exceedingly excited, and countless warriors

were fully aware that they were no match for him. They

approached Ricky. "You have Paul's inheritance

What can I say? I'm just very lucky!" Ricky retorted laughingly, a modest

careful from now. I am sure that once we get out of here, the other forces would surely try to steal Paul's inheritance from you. You shouldn't give them an opportunity," Mordechai suddenly reminded him, a somber

a worried frown. "I don't think we can be much help to you if they try to attack you since

them once

he recognized that his life was in grave danger, he didn't have any plans on how

then, a huge crack abruptly appeared on the ancient

was nothing but endless darkness, as infinite as the inky night sky. The continent spirit wafted from the inside as well and lingered

crevice was the only way that they could get out of the ancient

before they passed through it, they would have to wait another two hundred years before it would appear again on

as soon as the crack made itself known, all the warriors hastily flew towards it, and Ricky and his companions were

able to pass through the crevice and

people's eyes were fixed

great pressure on Ricky's shoulders, and there was so much that he wondered if he could bear it. Of course, it was not surprising that he felt that way. After all, he was just a spiritual emperor, while those who were

the ancient battlefield for another two hundred years, and maybe you could have saved yourself. I doubt that these saints from other regions will let you

think even I

through telepathy, sounding terribly

a way to do so. After all, he and the other saints from the Five-element