Beyond Jingyuan Continent, amidst the clouds over the sea.
The green-robed elder, hands behind his back, stood hidden above the sea of clouds, his gaze full of surprise as he quietly watched the great battle occurring on Jingyuan Continent.
Beside him stood a stern young man in black, with hands clasped.
He lowered his head slightly, exceedingly respectful, yet didn't glance at the events unfolding in the distant Jingyuan Continent.
For a long time, until he saw the Patriarch of True Wu transform into a Blood Knife and decapitate the Mother Godness, the green-robed elder finally let out a long breath.
He couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration:
"Truly deserving of destiny, in just over six hundred years, to single-handedly advance the Dao of True Martial to such a realm... Who in Little Cang World today could compare?"
