"Binghe, you have already advanced to the Pseudo-Heavenly Venerable Tier. Just in time, the Realm Battlefield has also concocted several Seven Deaths Seven Explosions Pills, which would be extremely beneficial for your cultivation. I have already requested a spot for you. There is no need for you to continue cultivation in seclusion here. It is time for your name to be known throughout the whole world."
In a canyon covered with ice and snow, an old, gray-haired man spoke to someone. His beard reached all the way to his chest, but his body looked like it was formed from light and shadow, and did not seem very real.
This was because this was not his actual body, but the form taken by a sliver of divine sense. His real body was still at the Realm Battlefield.
This was a supreme character because it wasn't just anyone that could request an additional spot.
"Yes, Master."