Zhang Xing reached out to pick up the hand bone and was about to take a closer look.
Suddenly!
There was a loud bang in his head, and the scene in front of him disappeared.
A blurry figure stood proudly between heaven and earth.
Zhang Xing was startled, but he immediately understood.
This was the divine consciousness being forcefully brought into an unknown space.
"What year is it now?"
Just as Zhang Xing calmed down, a voice sounded in his ears.
"Senior, it's now October 8th, year 3886 of the Holy Dragon Continent calendar!"
Zhang Xing immediately replied.
There was a moment of silence.
"A thousand years have passed. Time is as fast as the blink of an eye."
"This is a remnant of my consciousness, and also a seed for the future generations."
"I thought that no one would be able to find me and inherit my legacy."
"But now, it seems that humans are prospering again. Have they finally won?"
The Sage muttered, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was asking Zhang Xing.
"Yes, senior. Humans have won. The dark races have been driven back to their nest."
Zhang Xing cupped his fists and said.
"Eh?
You know about the dark races 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.
"I was fortunate enough to meet Holy Lord Ana and know some old stories."
"Oh!
So it's that western girl. No wonder! "
The Sage nodded slightly.
"May I know your name, senior?"
Zhang Xing asked.
From his appearance, the Sage looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
With a round face and a short beard, he looked no different from an ordinary person.
"I'm the Golden Hand Sage, Xu Qingyan."
The Sage put his hands behind his back, and a touch of sadness appeared on his face.
Next, Xu Sheng recalled the cruel past.
He told Zhang Xing about the war against the dark races in the Eastern Continent.
After that, he looked at Zhang Xing.
"Zhang Xing, you're very special. Although I don't know how you cultivate, your future is limitless."
"And the Sage seed I left behind will help you become a Sage soon."
"However, becoming a Saint is just the beginning. If we want to truly defeat the Dark Clan, we still have to rely on ourselves."
"After all, the senior with the blue holy dragon can't be paying attention to us all the time."
"I hope you can work harder in your cultivation and strive to break through to the Five Star Saint realm within a hundred years."
That's right, the sage realm was also divided into low, middle, and high stages, and nine stars.
Xu Sheng was only a Samsung Battle-Saint when he was alive.
If it wasn't for the Dark Clan's invasion, he would probably be a Nine-Star Saint by now.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Xing agreed without hesitation.
"Don't worry, Senior. Junior will definitely work hard and not let Senior down!"
Xu Sheng stroked his beard with satisfaction.
Don't be fooled by his calm expression. In fact, he was so excited that he wanted to roar.
A thirteen-year-old youth, a Five Star Supremacy, whose Divine Will had reached the fourth step.
This was something that had never been seen before!
He was extremely glad that God had arranged such a legendary successor for him a thousand years later.
He pretended to be calm. Zhang Xing's attitude was even more sincere as he humbly asked for guidance.
However, he didn't plan to cultivate Xu Sheng's inheritance at all.
There was no need to work hard. Instead of wasting the Sage seed, it was better to leave it to the fated person.
With this seed, those Nine Star Supremacies would be scrambling for it!
Of course, there was only one seed. Whoever wanted to get it would have to depend on their performance.
He spent 50 billion low-grade Spirit Stones to buy the Sage's inheritance and the Sage seed.
Worth it!
Quite worth it!
If the Nine Star Supremacies knew about this, they would beg Zhang Xing even if they had to go bankrupt, let alone 50 billion low-grade Spirit Stones.