Somewhere deep within the Immortal Realm, in an unknown separate dimension. A male figure steadily walked within a pitch-black room; the male figure had a muscular build with broad shoulders as his arms swung beside him. The room was completely dark, making it hard to discern anything; the only reason one could see the back of the male figure was because the surface glowed every time he stepped forward. Suddenly halting within the lightless room, the man knelt on one knee with a bowed head as he spoke, his words filled with utter respect and reverence as if talking to a god.
"Saint Ancestor, as you had predicted, the eighth great-great-grandson has met with the people who killed the grand-elder. He had also shattered his life crystal, as you had also predicted. With the Saint Ancestor's permission, we wish to proceed."
Reader's: "Thank you author."
Me: You're Welcome!!!