The Tattoo Palace Dojo was a vista of glittering thousand lakes and towering myriad mountains, all of it steaming with several of the rarest Mysterious Factors from the Mythic Lineage, shrouded in hazy Light Mist.
"Not simple. We hadn't seen them for just Two Eras, and they've committed more sins again. They dug up someone else's Exotic Power Pool and accumulated it into their own dojo's foundation." Wang Yusheng looked towards it, his expression turning slightly cold.
An Exotic Power Pool was a pool of Mythological Factors linked to both flesh and spirit. Even when trapped in a depleted universe, it could ensure that one did not decay.
It was difficult to say how such a thing came into being. Even across an entire era, it would be hard to find more than a few people who possessed an Exotic Power Pool.
One could well imagine just how rare and precious it was!
"It truly is a fine place." Wang Dao spoke as he looked at his father. Surely they would not make their move today, blow up the Tattoo Palace and raze it to the ground?
"Watch with your heart. Do not act rashly." Great King imparted his experience. Though he had once stirred boundless storms in the Old Supernatural Center, he had never fought a battle he was not sure of winning.
Even when many different beings had joined forces to encircle and suppress him, they had all failed, unable to hunt him down.
Wang Dao said, "The primal bloody war has been raging for fifty-three years, and the True Saints of the four sects have entered the arena for thirty-five years. Could it all be an illusion? Are only their incarnations participating in battle?"
After so many years of tempering and bloody lessons, he naturally possessed abundant