Everyone looked over and saw the youth atop the white dragon, a flicker of disappointment passing through their eyes.
"What a pity. He isn't the Young Emperor of the Wang Family, but his second younger brother, Wang Mang."
Wang Mang was also a prodigy of Wang Teng's generation. His talent was outstanding, but his reputation was nowhere near as great as Wang Teng's.
This time, geniuses had gathered at Heavenly God Academy. It was truly regrettable that the Young Emperor of the Wang Family from the Northern Lands had not come.
Wang Mang sneered. "My brother has long since lost interest in the struggle among the geniuses of the Barren Domain. They are all nothing but crumbling earth and mangy dogs. The battles on the path to emperorship in the future, competing against the Peerless Heavenly Prides of the entire Southern Flame Imperial Continent and even the four great continents—that is my brother's goal."
Simply put, in Wang Teng's eyes, the geniuses of the Barren Domain were no longer worthy of his attention. Only the geniuses of the Central Domain were worth taking seriously.
Western Wilds, Vajra Temple.
Inside a resplendent, gold-and-jade palace.
This was a special temple. Its ancestors had been Guardian Vajras of the Primordial Sacred Land, Lesser Thunder Sound Temple. They possessed both Buddhist divine abilities and supreme War Bodies, making them extraordinarily powerful.
Lesser Thunder Sound Temple was the Buddhist force with the deepest foundations in the Southern Flame Imperial Continent. Rumor had it that it had countless threads of connection with the Buddha Great Emperor, who had attained the Dao before the Primordial Era.
Even if Vajra Temple had inherited only one ten-thousandth of that foundation, it was still enough for it to establish a firm foothold in the Western Wilds. No one dared disregard