"Go! The strongest powers of the Eastern Wasteland, the Northern Plains, and the Feathered Divine Dynasty have all been washed in blood. Not even one in ten Saint Son-level figures survived!"
"With a great age upon us, how could they possibly accept that? They'll spare no expense to draw countless Heavenly Prodigies into their ranks!"
"This is an opportunity. If the great powers take notice of you and nurture you, you'll surely be able to enter Qishi Mansion!"
"No one who returns from that road is ordinary. At the very least, they can become a Saint."
Amid the crowd, an old man addressed a youth in his early teens. "You possess supreme battle blood and the makings of a war god. Only tempering through blood and fire can fully awaken it!"
He made no effort to conceal his voice; instead, he infused it with a trace of magical power.
To the powerful figures present, it was practically a whisper in their ears.
At that moment, countless gazes turned toward the old man and the youth, instantly burning with fervor.
Even the sixteen half-step Kings sitting cross-legged in the void, at one with heaven and earth, opened their eyes and looked eagerly at the youth.
How vast were the Five Regions, and how numerous their experts!
Especially in this era, when the Ten Thousand Races remained hidden and the Human Race reigned supreme, constitutions emerged one after another like a hundred flowers in bloom.
Each enjoyed its own age of glory for thousands of years.
"Has the war god body appeared again?"
"They say it's a supreme divine body from the Southern Ridge! It can contend with the sacred body!"
"Indeed. When the nine great sacred bodies emerged in succession back then, a fully realized war god body once fought against