Three hundred years later.
"Piercing Gate Gathering Place, Wizard King of the Peak of the Nine Mountains, I am the Forgotten One, master of the Second Peak!"
Beneath the Peak of the Nine Mountains, a powerful life-form looked up and roared. From every direction, hundreds of exiles had secretly gathered to watch—almost all the forces of the Piercing Gate Gathering Place.
Among these exiles were many elders who had witnessed the great battle above the Spider-Silk Nether Hall an era ago, as well as the other seven peak masters. Even more, however, were fresh faces—exiles who had continually absorbed the myths of the Annihilation Wizard King of the Peak of the Nine Mountains.
The master of the Fourth Peak, the Starfire Sprite, flickered with ghostly fire as it stared at the Forgotten One standing below the Peak of the Nine Mountains and gazing upward. Beside it, the Hillstone Bear King was still endlessly crunching, crunching on dirt, its black crystal eyes fixed on the distance.
"The rules of the Nine Venerable Peaks have stood at the Piercing Gate for a full era. Never has a master of the Second Peak dared challenge the Annihilation Wizard King. Can this Abandoned One... succeed?"
The Hillstone Bear King's question voiced the thoughts in the hearts of every exile and peak master present.
"How could that be possible? You saw that Spacetime Sealing Art ten thousand years ago. Even the Demonfeather Phoenix, whose strength had swelled to such heights, could only be sealed alive by it. I would say the power of this Annihilation Wizard King of the Peak of the Nine Mountains is enough to rival any one of the three kings of predators from the previous generation."
The Starfire Sprite immediately dismissed the Hillstone Bear King's doubts.
After a pause, the Starfire