On the other side's camp, the Young Monk was called the "Nameless Monk," and no one knew where he came from.
Among the Alien Race Heavenly Clan, only a small handful of the most elite old guys knew something of the Young Monk's origins. The overwhelming majority likewise had no idea where he came from.
The Young Monk claimed to be an "Ascetic Monk" who walked through the various Chaos Epochs.
A cicada sang for a lifetime, yet could not outlast autumn.
A frog at the bottom of a well gazed upon the sky and saw only one corner.
The Young Monk felt that he was like a cicada and also like a frog at the bottom of a well, his horizons far too narrow. Thus, his sole grand aspiration in this life was to traverse every chaos and behold the Great Path with his own eyes.
By now, he had crossed eighteen Chaos Epochs.
Thus, he called himself "born only eighteen years ago, with one chaos counting as one year."
Yet among the Alien Race Heavenly Clan, no one dared treat the Young Monk as an "Ascetic Monk."
Because the Young Monk often appeared carrying a cicada, everyone respectfully called him the "Cicada Ancestor."
Cicada—Chan.
The Young Monk did not care about this.
Ascetic Monk or Cicada Ancestor, they were merely titles.
On the Frontline Battlefield, a great battle that would determine the fate of the two camps had already begun and was about to unfold.
The Young Monk, dressed in gray monastic robes, stood there quietly without moving.
He too had waited a long time for this day.
Once this battle ended, he would cross the River of Destiny and head to the River of Destiny Origin Land to meet a Swordsman who had reincarnated and cultivated anew.