At the first checkpoint of the Emperor Road, the Crystal Stele's sudden change distracted the black-clad young man. Enduring light bright enough to sting a Saint Realm cultivator's eyes, he looked toward the name that had suddenly begun to shine.
Jin Chanzi, who had already struck out with a Buddhist palm beside him, also pressed his hands together and looked up at the terrifying aura emanating from the towering Crystal Stele.
"Buddha have mercy."
Countless thoughts raced through Jin Chanzi's mind. Once he realized that the aura atop the Crystal Stele did not belong to the stele itself, he sighed softly and lost interest in suppressing the young man of the Monster Race.
As a new age dawned, a Quasi-Emperor had already appeared. Even if that person was a monster sealed away since ancient times, it proved there was no longer time to cultivate at an unhurried pace. Only by fighting with everything they had could anyone hope to catch up and face him in battle.
As the Crystal Stele's strange phenomenon faded, Jin Chanzi crossed several miles in a single step and arrived before this relic passed down from the Mythological Era. Divine light extended from his fingertip, engraving his name upon the stele.
Jin Chanzi.
His name ranked thirteenth on the Crystal Stele.
Among the other twelve names, Fang Yang's blazed so brightly that it nearly eclipsed the rest. Jin Chanzi's name was no dimmer than anyone else's.
After leaving his name, Jin Chanzi walked toward the depths of the starry sky, lotuses blooming beneath each step. He continued to contemplate the mysteries of Buddhism, seeking to attain the Dao and become emperor in this lifetime.
"Stay!"
The black-haired man struck, hurling the long spear in his hand with all his might. It became a pitch-black line, like