Xu Zimo was currently standing inside the trial tower.
Before him stood another version of himself.
Another Xu Zimo.
The two gazed at each other. This was the wondrous aspect of the trial tower.
It could simulate a real you.
Take note: the other you simulated by the True Martial Trial Tower was one hundred percent identical.
Unlike other things, which could only produce a rough imitation.
Xu Zimo stood at the front.
His gaze rested upon the tip of the tower.
Looking at his other self, Xu Zimo smiled. "I didn't come for you."
The other Xu Zimo made a gesture of invitation.
Xu Zimo proceeded without obstruction and arrived at the tower's summit.
If others wished to reach the top of the tower,
they had to clear each trial one by one.
Yet Xu Zimo needed nothing at all; he could come here directly.
Because he was now the master of this True Martial Trial Tower.
"You've come." The moment he reached the summit, a soft chuckle rang out.
It was an old man.
He wore a gray long robe.
Below it were coarse linen trousers.
The long hair atop his head had already turned completely gray-white.
When he smiled, he gave off a kindly feeling.
"World-Weary." Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
"I've already destroyed the Ancient Dragon Upper Kingdom."
"There's actually no rush," the old man said with a smile.
"Give the Ten Great Clans some time to prepare.
So they won't be left unconvinced."
"Have you been keeping watch on the Sacred Court?" Xu Zimo asked.
"We have. Unless the Sacred Court intends to throw the Nine Domains into utter chaos this time,
there's no need to guard against anything else," the old man said with a smile.
"The Sacred Court is making preparations as well, but