Over the past few days, rumors of the incomparably powerful Senior Ye on Holy Pilgrimage Mountain had spread throughout the human world, even reaching the world of demon beasts.
Ye Xiwen had been far too domineering. Facing the siege of a group of Great Sages, he had not fallen into the slightest disadvantage. He had even dared to proclaim that he alone would slaughter every Great Sage present.
After witnessing Ye Xiwen kill several Great Sages in succession, no one doubted whether he had the ability to wipe out the rest. Compared to him, everyone else present was far too weak; there was not a single person capable of standing against him.
What made them even more torn between laughter and tears was Ye Xiwen's reason for sparing them: he had actually left them for the future Gao Xuexian. This made many people even more wary.
Still, they were somewhat relieved. By the time Gao Xuexian had grown strong enough to threaten them, perhaps several hundred or even a thousand years would have passed. By then, these old fellows might already be dead. The only trouble was that she might pose a severe threat to their descendants.
But becoming a Great Sage was not so easy. If Great Sages could be attained so simply, there would not be only one among tens of millions. Even "as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns" was not enough to describe it.
How could it possibly be that simple? Gao Xuexian's threat lay hundreds or thousands of years in the future, perhaps even two or three thousand years from now. Ye Xiwen's threat, however, was right before their eyes: an old monster of unknown age, an old monster of unknown strength, an old monster who might erupt at any time. That was what