บท 1160: 120 Million Years

"All things and all beings are given a chance," Ji Ning couldn't help but rebut.

The black-robed man paused slightly. These words had indeed moved him, as they were a bedrock of faith which all cultivators believed in. There were no absolutes in the world; there was always a chance, no matter how slim.

"Hah! What you say makes sense." Intrigued, the black-robed man turned to grin at Ning. "Then I'll give that friend of yours a chance."

"Truly?" Ning was delighted.

"All he has to do is capture an Emperor-class golem without relying on any outside sources of help or a Universe treasure If he can do that, I'll let him meditate here," the black-robed man said.

Ning was stunned upon hearing this. Capture an Emperor-class golem? All of the golems within these Sithe ruins were at least at the supreme Daolord level. It would be incredibly hard for the Ninedust Sectlord to capture one of them.