Listening to Ye Lin's account, the Spirit King slapped his palm, his face exaggeratedly animated.
"Yes, it really is."
Ye Lin nodded with a smile.
"You brat really are blessed. From your description, that person's cultivation is beyond imagination."
"So long as nothing unforeseen happens in the future, attaining Sainthood is practically set in stone for you."
The Spirit King stroked his chin and spoke each word carefully.
The moment he had first laid eyes on Ye Lin, he had known that Ye Lin was no ordinary person.
He had never expected it to come true so soon.
Based on Ye Lin's description, that figure in his memories was undoubtedly a towering great power—someone even he did not dare speculate about lightly.
But one thing was certain: as long as Ye Lin did not deliberately court death, with that person's help, Ye Lin's future accomplishments would be no less than Sainthood.
A future Saint was his little brother now?
Hahaha, his eye for people truly was sharp. He had been right all along.
"A Saint..."
Ye Lin murmured to himself without saying anything further.
Had he not seen Ye Xiu's memories, Saints would indeed have stood high above him, a true goal to strive toward.
But now that he knew Ye Xiu's memories, he truly understood that on the Primordial Continent, Saints were nothing more than errand-runners.
Beyond the Primordial Continent, the myriad heavens and worlds were all known as the Bitter Sea.
And reaching the Primordial Continent was regarded as transcending the Bitter Sea.
His goal, naturally, was to reach the Primordial Continent.
The road ahead was still long.
"Right, you came looking for me this time because...?"
"The Bloodthirst Essence is in hand."
"That arena match earlier—I went there for the Bloodthirst Essence."
With a wave of Ye