"I've grown old. To think this generation would produce an unparalleled prodigy like you. You must be Jiang Zhu, who swept through the young supremes of every race on the Holy Spirit Ancient Road!" the little old man said.
He had learned of Jiang Zhu's existence from the young people who had passed through recently and had been quite shocked by his accomplishments.
"You flatter me, senior. Compared to those who came before, my little accomplishments amount to nothing. The Azure Emperor once shattered the Ancient Road; Great Emperor Wushi once refined an entire great domain; the Ruthless Great Emperor once wiped out dozens of races on the Ancient Road with a flick of her finger..."
Hearing Jiang Zhu's modest words, the little old man was speechless. It sounded quite humble, but he was comparing himself to Ancient Great Emperors. Could that still be called humility?
"Enough of that. From ancient times to the present, most who came here did so for that road. You should be no exception."
The little old man shook his head and sighed. As he spoke, he motioned for Jiang Zhu to follow and went ahead to lead the way.
"Your insight is keen, senior!" Jiang Zhu followed the little old man until they reached the central area of the Golden Seven Cities.
An altar of unusual design stood here, entirely different from the Teleportation Altars on the Human Race Ancient Road.
Only the Golden Ancient Road still possessed these most ancient altars. Very few remained now, the surviving ones scattered among different golden ancient cities.
This Mythical Altar seemed cast from the remains of gods and demons. Its design was strange and uncanny, and scenes of fallen corpses were carved upon it.
"Since you've come here, I assume you know the requirements for activating