"Good lad, good lad, hahahaha..."
A crazed laugh suddenly rang out from the depths of the Ten Million Great Mountains.
The laughter was so loud that it carried far into the distance.
Quite a few forbidden cultivators who had been engrossed in studying restrictions were startled by that crazed laughter, one after another.
Before long, a figure radiating dazzling golden light appeared in the sky.
The light was too blinding, alerting everyone.
"Three Forbidden Cultivator War Generals, come with this old man and bring back the next Core Disciple of our Ten Million Great Mountains!" The old man's hair was a tangled mess, littered with weeds and dead leaves. His clothes were ragged and tattered, utterly at odds with the brilliant radiance he emitted.
Yet the instant his voice fell, three figures had already shot into the sky.
The three did not rise through the air by relying on their own cultivation. Beneath each of their feet was a great banner, while three more banners floated behind each of them. In their right hands, they each held a terrifying banner over thirty feet long.
It was as though those banners were the symbols of their identities.
And that was indeed the case.
The banner beneath their feet represented their identity as forbidden cultivators, forbidden cultivators who had emerged from the Ten Million Great Mountains.
The thirty-foot banner in their right hands represented their status as war generals of the Ten Million Great Mountains.
The three banners floating behind them represented their rank and standing within the Ten Million Great Mountains.
Three-Flag War Generals were not the foremost experts of the Ten Million Great Mountains.
Yet they were still figures of immense status there. Their status alone was enough to let them run wild across the entire Heavenly Realm.
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