At the sight of this, the five figures seated cross-legged around the area all breathed a sigh of relief.
"What happened? What made Butcher's emotions fluctuate so violently?"
One of the figures asked in confusion.
"I heard that Butcher's projection on the Hundred Heroes Ranking was cut down by a single sword from some monstrous prodigy."
Another figure explained.
"Oh? Cut down with one sword? No wonder Butcher's emotions were so unstable just now."
"Do we know which family the brat comes from?"
"No. We're still investigating."
"Haha, good. I hope this brat grows quickly, then personally cuts that fellow down."
As they spoke, all five gazes fell upon the head in the center, bound in chains.
That head was Butcher's head.
"What era are you from?"
Here, Ye Lin had already reached the final floor. The figure standing before him with his back turned was Qian Xue, ranked first on the Hundred Heroes Ranking.
"I can't really say. In any case, there are at least countless boundless kalpas separating my era from yours, Senior."
Ye Lin frowned and began calculating, only to find that there was simply no way to do so.
In the end, he could only give the figure before him a rough estimate.
"So that's how it is. Has so much time already passed?"
"After all this time, only one person has come. It seems that no particularly outstanding little fellows appeared in the Second Region afterward."
The figure before him slowly turned around. A layer of white gauze covered his face, making it impossible for Ye Lin to see through it.
An ethereal, voidlike aura radiated from his entire body.
It gave Ye Lin the feeling that he was right in front of him, yet not before him at all.
As though they were not