Among the Five Great Prodigies, he stood alone at the summit!
This was Galan Buddha Child's recognition of Fan Lang. He had once been the foremost prodigy, so words like these carried considerable weight coming from him.
Fan Lang remained as calm as an ancient well. "They're just empty titles. I don't care much about them."
"That's right. Nicknames and rankings are all hollow. Only one's own strength is real. Seeing your brilliance today has stirred my competitive spirit. I'll have to cultivate and temper myself even harder from now on," said Galan Buddha Child.
"Let me offer you some advice. Everyone who has ever tried to catch up to me has failed in the end."
"Haha, you really are arrogant."
"It's arrogance, but it's also the truth."
"The truth always hurts the most!"
The two chatted for a while and found they got along remarkably well.
After they had talked enough, Galan Buddha Child bade farewell and returned to his own faction, where the monks were preparing to leave.
By now, even the Chaotic Forbidden Land had become Fan Lang's possession. There was no point in these people lingering here any longer.
It was not just the Compassionate Ancient Temple. The other factions were leaving one after another as well.
The Enlightenment Battle had been held many times. This had been the last one, and also the most extraordinary one.
Fan Lang knew full well that the Heavenly Water Saint Academy was made up of traitors, yet he did not expose them publicly, because it would have been useless even if he did.
Who would launch an all-out war against the Heavenly Water Saint Academy over a few words from Fan Lang?
No one would.
After all, a transcendent faction was far too powerful. As the "righteous envoy" protecting