"Thank you for your profound favor, Ancestor!" Yang Ji said as he bowed.
"Xiao Yang, when our fists and fingers touched just now, I faintly sensed other Great Dao traces within you. Tell me honestly, have you slain any other Dao Calamities?" The elder formed from the Wuji Sword looked at Yang Ji with a deep and meaningful smile.
"I won't hide it from you, Ancestor, I actually have concealed five more marks, having slain a total of ten Dao Calamities," Yang Ji weighed in his heart and then spoke out.
"Just as I thought!" The Wuji Sword exchanged a glance with Wuji Zi, their hearts trembled, and their faces involuntarily revealed a thick smile.
The Wuji Sword, with a face brimming with gratification, laughed and said, "Due to limited resources, geniuses from the Lower Realm rarely have extensive foundations or receive great fortunes. Generally speaking, slaying five Dao Calamities is already the limit."