As Ye Zhen watched the Yizhi Temple's High Priest, Nahar—the First Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice—suddenly appear before him, it felt as though ten thousand *** had stampeded through his heart. He was so depressed he was left speechless!
Patan had practically talked Ye Zhen's ears into growing calluses over Nahar's fearsome reputation in the Sand Sea these past few days.
The strongest figure in Yizhi Temple, he had slain at least three Creation Realm Divine Beings and stood as the temple's pillar holding up the heavens.
His strength was unfathomable; he was the guardian of the Yizhi Sand Sea, the Heavenly God's steward, the Undying Sand Demon...
That Undying Sand Demon was supposedly what the people of Heaven Temple called Nahar.
And so on—those were merely a fraction of the countless legendary titles borne by Nahar, the First Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice.
All of it made Ye Zhen understand that Nahar was extraordinarily powerful, and that it was best not to clash with him head-on.
Yet hearing of someone a hundred times was not as good as seeing them once. In Ye Zhen's imagination, Nahar had already been placed among experts comparable to Xuan Sheng of Heaven Temple, perhaps even slightly stronger than Xuan Sheng.
But when Nahar truly stood before Ye Zhen, he realized that he had been wrong.
Wildly wrong.
If Ye Zhen were a blade of grass, then Xuan Sheng of Heaven Temple would be a mature tree with a lush green crown. As for Nahar, the First Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice, he was a towering ancient tree whose end could not be seen at a glance!
Ye Zhen's shock was beyond imagination.
His eyes could clearly see Nahar standing alive before him, yet his divine sense could not detect Nahar's existence in the slightest.
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