"Third-level Martial God, Fourth-level Martial God, and so on, until theoretically the 'Eight Extremes Martial God'."
"Eight Extremes Martial God..."
While muttering to himself, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the illusionary page in the Book of Black, feeling as if it wasn't particularly difficult.
On the other side, Zhu Huacang looked at the passionate youth full of dreams and eager to try, his eyes filled with the shadow of his younger self, and he smiled with kindly admiration.
"Don't rush, you're still young. When you first encounter the Illusion Realm, focus on gaining experience, try to avoid death, lay a solid foundation step by step, and eventually ascend at hegemony level to consider it a success..."
"By the way, you've been participating in the competition for a few months, have you ascended to Silver?"
Zhu Huacang habitually inquired about the younger generation's achievements, not expecting Zhu Haomiao to shake his head with a peculiar expression.
"Then... Bronze?"
