C1240 Obtained the Seed to Become a Saint
1240. Obtain the seed of sainthood.
Zhang Xing reached out his hand and picked up the os manus. He wanted to take a closer look at it.
Suddenly!
With a loud bang in his mind, the scenery in front of him disappeared.
A blurry figure stood proudly in the sky.
Zhang Xing was startled and immediately understood.
This was the Divine Sense that was forcefully brought into an unknown Domain Space.
"What era is it now?"
Just as Zhang Xing stabilized his emotions, a voice sounded in his ears.
"Predecessor, it's October 8th, 3886, Holy Dragon Continent Calendar!"
Zhang Xing immediately replied.
He was silent for a moment.
"A thousand years have passed. Time flies like the blink of an eye."
"This is a remnant will of mine, as well as a seed left for later generations."
"I originally thought that no one would be able to find me and inherit my inheritance."
"But now, it seems that humans have become prosperous again. Did they obtain victory in the end?"
The saint muttered, as if he was talking to himself, but at the same time, he seemed to be asking Zhang Xing.
"Yes, Predecessor. The humans have won. The dark race has been driven back to their nest."
Zhang Xing cupped his fists.
"Eh? You know about dark race at such a young age?"
The Sage turned around and looked at Zhang Xing.
Zhang Xing raised his head and looked at the Sage calmly.
"This junior was fortunate enough to meet Saint Anna and know some old stories."
"Oh! It's that girl from the west! No wonder! "
The Sage nodded slightly.
"May I know Predecessor's name?"
Zhang Xing asked.
Judging from his appearance, the saints are probably in their 50s or 60s.
He had a round face and a short beard, no different from an ordinary person.
"I am Sage Goldhand Xu Qing Yan."
With his hands behind his back, a hint of sadness appeared on his face.0
After that, Xu Sheng recalled the cruel past of the past.
He told Zhang Xing about the war between the Eastern Continent and the dark race.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xing.
"Zhang Xing, you are very special. Although I don't know how you cultivate, your future is limitless."
"And the Saint Seed I left behind will definitely help you become a Saint as soon as possible."
"However, becoming a saint is only the beginning. If we want to defeat the dark race, we'll have to rely on ourselves."
"After all, that Predecessor with the blue holy dragon won't be paying attention to us at all times."
"I hope that you can cultivate faster and strive to break through to the five-star Saint within a hundred years."
That's right, the sage realm was also divided into three stages: low, middle, and high, and nine stars.
Xu Sheng had only trained to become a three-star Battle-Saint when he was alive.
If not for the invasion of the dark race, he would probably have become Nine Star Saint by now.
Zhang Xing agreed without hesitation.
"Please rest assured, Predecessor. Junior will definitely work hard and will not let Predecessor down!"
Xu Sheng stroked his beard with satisfaction.
Although he looked calm, he was actually so excited that he wanted to roar.
A thirteen-year-old young man, five-star knight, had reached the fourth step with his Divine Sense.
It had never been seen before!
He was extremely glad that the heavens had arranged for him to have such a legendary heir a thousand years later.
He pretended to be calm, and Zhang Xing was even more sincere and humbly asked for guidance.
But in his heart, he had no intention of cultivating Xu Sheng's inheritance.
Hard work did not exist. Rather than wasting the seed of a saint, he might as well leave it to the fated person.
With just this seed, those Nine Star Venerable One would have to flock to it!
Of course, there was only one seed. Whoever wanted it would have to depend on their performance.
He spent 50 billion Low grade spirit stone to buy the inheritance and the seed to become a saint.
It was worth it! It was worth it!
If Nine Star Venerable One knew about it, not to mention 50 billion Low grade spirit stone, even if he went bankrupt, he would still beg Zhang Xing.
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