Beyond Jingyuan Continent, among the clouds above the sea.
Hidden above the sea of clouds with his hands behind his back, the Green-Robed Elder quietly watched the battle unfolding on Jingyuan Continent, astonishment in his eyes.
Beside him stood a Black-Clad, Cold-Attired Youth, his hands held respectfully at his sides.
His head was slightly lowered, his manner utterly reverent, yet he did not so much as glance at what was happening on distant Jingyuan Continent.
Only after a long time, when he saw the Ancestor of True Martial transform into a blood saber and slay the Mother God, did the Green-Robed Elder let out a long breath.
Then he could not help clapping his hands in admiration.
"Truly worthy of being the one chosen by the Mandate of Heaven. In a mere six hundred-odd years, he has single-handedly developed the True Martial Dao to its present realm... across the Little Cang Realm, who among his contemporaries could compare?"
But scarcely had he finished speaking when the image of an utterly unremarkable-looking young cultivator suddenly sprang into his mind. The Green-Robed Elder, who had been in rather high spirits, instantly looked as uncomfortable as though he had swallowed a fly.
He shook his head, as if trying to shake that figure from his mind, then turned his gaze toward the blood-soaked Ancestor of True Martial, whose presence had weakened considerably. Temptation appeared on his face.
Although this Ancestor of True Martial had single-handedly slain the Mother God of the Myriad Gods Kingdom, he too had suffered considerable injuries. If the elder wanted to seize the great opportunity he possessed, this was a rare chance.
Yet when he saw the golden Dragon Transformation Pool beside him, a trace of wariness involuntarily flickered through the Green-Robed Elder's eyes.
"Ye Cangsheng..."
The Green-Robed Elder