"All are old affairs of bygone years."
The Ancient Holy God sighed, "Now I am old, maimed, ruined, not even one ten-thousandth of my peak."
"Unless you can help me retrieve all of my body."
The voice of the Ancient Holy God was filled with sorrow.
Ye Feng fell silent.
He could hear that the Ancient Holy God "Tyrant Emperor" was full of unwillingness, seemingly eager to reassemble his body and fight at the peak once again.
"So, does the Ancient Holy God know about the Power Stele appearing within our Misty Sect?"
Ye Feng tentatively asked.
"I sensed it."
The Ancient Holy God "Tyrant Emperor" said, "My perceptive ability is very sharp, at times even more effective than Divine Sense. The moment the Power Stele appeared, I sensed it."
"So, the elder truly is the third-ranked Tyrant Emperor on the Power God Ranking, with divine might covering the world, the third in the entire universe?" Ye Feng was shocked.
"I once was, but now, I am no longer at the peak."