"The Saint, Ling Yun."
As the scene before his eyes changed, White Mitchell found himself back in the ancient temple, and an additional name appeared on the stele.
Ling Yun!
With this, White Mitchell's judgement was further affirmed.
What he had just experienced was the life of the Saint Ling Yun.
"Could this stele record the life experiences of these Saints?" White Mitchell pondered.
"I can experience the life trajectories of these Saints through their experiences, and understand their battle skills." White Mitchell continued, eyes glimmering with faint longing.
Before White Mitchell could ponder more, the scene before his eyes changed again.
Mitchell Village lay on the desolate edges of the East. The people of Mitchell Village led impoverished lives due to its remote location. The villagers were mostly orphans or abandoned children who were left to fend for themselves without parental love. Among them, a child named White Mitchell was the most pitiful in Mitchell Village.