After chatting for a few more moments, Fang Yun, still preoccupied with the Human Race Blood Tomb Mausoleum, bade the two Half-Sages farewell. Riding the shrunken Mountain Bearer Great Sage Spirit Bones, he sped toward the Human Race Blood Tomb Mausoleum.
The two quietly watched Fang Yun's receding figure.
"Regarding the changes in Burial Saint Valley, has Senior made any preparations?"
"What preparations could there be? We can only take one step at a time. Still, now that the Demon Barbarians are waning and the Human Race is flourishing, it is never wrong to befriend the Human Race more."
"What does Senior think of Fang Yun?"
"Until he becomes a Saint, there is no way to know."
"That is true. Though the Demon Barbarians are declining, their foundations run deep. Even if the Human Race grows at breakneck speed, it will still need at least a thousand years before it can truly contend for the position of Lord of the Myriad Worlds."
"Perhaps it will not take a thousand years. It may only take the next Sage Kong."
Within the Demon Barbarian Blood Tomb Mausoleum, an Eagle Emperor hurriedly flew out. After flying a thousand miles, he saw a Tiger Clan Emperor Realm expert below shouting, "Ying Mo, where are you rushing off to?"
Ying Mo said helplessly, "I received an Edict of Sages from the Sacred Mausoleum. I am going to the Human Race Blood Tomb Mausoleum to recall the Fang-Slaying Guard."
The Tiger Clan Emperor Realm expert laughed. "How is that possible? Within the Divine Gift Mountains and Seas, Demon Barbarians from every corner are rushing to the Blood Tomb Mausoleum to stop Fang Yun there. So long as they kill Fang Yun, it will be a great merit, with rewards even more bountiful than Dragon Roll-Over."
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