"Why do you say that, senior?"
Upon hearing the words of the White-clothed Sword God,
Lu Yuan's expression changed slightly, feeling as if his true identity had been seen through.
"I've encountered many peerless geniuses with extraordinary talent like you at such a young age and have fought alongside them, but they all failed."
The White-clothed Sword God sighed softly, his tone full of regret and sorrow.
"To be able to form the embryonic form of an Immortal Seed at the age of ten, you must have been a top prodigy in that world."
"If you had come ten thousand years earlier, you might have been able to carve out a chance of survival, but as for now..."
Reaching this point, the White-clothed Sword God appeared somewhat disheartened.
As the foremost person in this world, he was qualified to know more about its secrets and was aware of the existence of the Simulator and the Will of the Heavens.
