When the man reappeared, he instantly drew everyone's attention.
"Is it really him?!"
"It is the Saint Master. I saw him in the Primordial Era."
"Unbelievable. After vanishing for so long and exiling himself into Chaos, he's returned without a sound."
"What good will the Saint Master's return do? Even Primordial Earth couldn't withstand the iron hooves of the Heavenly God Race and the Netherworld Race. Now there's only the Saint Master. The outcome is already set. This will be nothing more than a replay of the Primordial Era!"
The Sages talked among themselves. Though they had long suspected it, they were still astonished when the Saint Master appeared.
"Saint Master, after hiding for so long, you've finally shown yourself!" The Netherworld Race's Heaven-Reflecting One spoke in a voice as cold as the depths of Hell.
"Isn't that exactly what you wanted?" The Saint Master looked at the three Heaven-Reflecting Ones. His face was calm, but his eyes stirred with emotion.
All three had appeared in the battle of the Primordial Era. They had taken part in surrounding and attacking Yaoyao's father, the Lord of the Great Evolution Divine Dynasty, and in hunting down the Saint Master.
"If you had kept hiding in the Ancient Universe of Chaos, you might have dragged out your miserable existence. Showing yourself now was hardly a wise decision," the Heavenly God Race's Heaven-Reflecting One said with a touch of pity.
"Heh." The Saint Master chuckled. "It certainly wasn't a wise decision—but not for me."
"The debt from the Primordial Era begins earning its interest today." The Saint Master's gaze swept over them.
"Leave your lives here."
"Hahahaha!" The Netherworld Race's Heaven-Reflecting One burst out laughing, his laughter thick with mockery.
"Saint Master, Saint Master. After all these years, I never thought you'd become a