"They will follow this road, refining truth into their path..."
"That belongs to the greatest era of mankind, for thousands of generations, countless living beings will chant that name..."
"Taoist Sect!"
At this moment, the young man and the man in a gray robe actually spoke out in unison.
Rumble...
In the sky, Divine Thunder in tens of thousands, seemingly wanting to eradicate such an anomaly.
Under the brilliant flash of thunder, the man in the gray robe finally lowered his head slowly, looking at the young man at the foot of the mountain.
"You've seen it..."
"Of course I have... Unfortunately, such years are far too long, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait."
The young man shook his head, his body gradually rising, flying towards the sky unreachable by ordinary people.
"You are indeed very special, worthy of being from..."
"I know you originate from a special creature, but sadly, your real body has long been dead, died in that swamp, and now only this skin remains."