"Someone over there in the Eastern Continent has become a saint?"

"Well done."

"What's his name?"

Xinyuan couldn't remember whether he had ever mentioned Mo Qinggu's name to Marquis Baishou, but it was clear that the dying old man in front of him had obviously lost his memory and was unlikely to still remember it.

"Mo Qinggu, he is the first saint in mankind."

"Oh, it's him. That young man was considered to be the world's top genius at that time, and he actually became one."

Baishouhou Yingwuye sighed with a smile, and Xinyuan's mouth twitched. He did not talk much about Mo Qinggu's life, nor did he talk about the struggles, decadence, and the controversial times in his life.

The genius in this old man's memory saved the world, so that was good.

Seeing Ying Wuye's weak look, Xinyuan took the initiative and continued:

"He used a method that no one understands to imitate the gods, devour the gods, and successfully become a saint."

"He said that becoming a saint is a completely new realm, which is different from the accumulation and evolution of superpowers. In theory, everyone has the possibility of becoming a saint."

"He said that becoming a saint means becoming a god."

"He also said that there is more than one way to become a saint, and there may be many other possibilities. The key is to enter that new realm."

Xin Yuan spoke tirelessly. He knew that for a person who had been at the top of the feudal realm for so long, the news of the saint was more important than anything else.

"Becoming a saint is becoming a god...a whole new realm..."

Sure enough, after hearing these words from Xinyuan's mouth, Ying Wuye's eyes lit up instantly, as if he was having a flashback, and his whole complexion improved.

But that bright feeling soon dimmed again. Xinyuan knew that he understood that he had no chance and that everything came too late.

At the same time, I also regret that I am such a pioneer, not myself.

Xinyuan has nothing to comfort about this kind of thing. For a hero, aging is far more embarrassing than death.

Ying Wuye changed the topic himself and said:

"I heard that you made some big moves there? Yes, yes, big things that change the world must be done when you are young."

"Is the United Humanity in a bad situation now? I heard that you have a bad relationship with our brothers over there."

"Most of it has passed. Now, the overall purpose is probably still the same." Xinyuan took a deep breath, "There is also a new Baishou Hou over there."

"oh?"

"Well, his name is Jin Zhengyi. He is a feudal lord and has inherited your... mantle as the White Hand Marquis."

Xinyuan thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe this matter. After all, Ying Wuye is not dead yet...

But Ying Wuye didn't care very much, "Jin Zhengyi? What a good name! It seems a bit familiar."

"Who do you have the worst relationship with?"

"I remember, it seems like the last time you came here, you were framed by someone, right?"

Xinyuan nodded, he didn't want to say more about this matter.

"Well, Black Hand Hou Long Yuxuan, the matter has been resolved for the time being, there is nothing to say."

Ying Wuye didn't say much about this. Although he didn't have much contact, he still had a basic judgment about Xinyuan. He had no intention of persuading peace or anything like that. Those kind of words were annoying.

"Haha, if you say he is a black hand, I know what's going on. I don't like people like them either."

"I apologized to you on his behalf."

"However, if he is only dealing with enemies, he is actually worthy of trust. The cruelty of Black Hand will only make him more unscrupulous when dealing with gods."

Ying Wuye finally said a few words without praise or blame, and returned to his previous undying look.

"It's good to see you again. There's nothing I can do to help you. Since you're here, there should be big events in the world in two days."

"Seeing you evolve again and again is my wish, thank you."

After saying that, Ying Wuye was as motionless as a dead tree. If he hadn't been breathing, Xinyuan would have suspected that he died after saying his last words.

Seeing the appearance of this peak human existence at this time, Xinyuan was speechless. This was the first time he had seen a master become like this due to lifespan and hidden diseases.

Just like an ordinary old man.

After thinking for a while, Xinyuan hesitated, as if he thought of something.

Finally, he took out a dark green bead from his own space.

That is a divine core, a broken divine core.

That was the disaster-level god in the Western Continent that he, Lucifer, and Ying Wuye jointly destroyed at that time!

He didn't know if what he did was right, but he still placed the divine core next to Ying Wuye's bed.

"This thing is called the Divine Core. You should have a share of what we got from the kill."

"I don't know what the use of this thing is, but in the Eastern Continent, a master in the feudal realm took one away, saying that it might be a chance to peek into the threshold of becoming a saint."

"You...I left it here for you."

After finishing speaking, Xinyuan turned around and walked out of the room, leaving only Ying Wuye's violently trembling eyes and the beads that shone with a strange green light.

...

"Are you still alive? If he died after talking about it, collect his body now?"

As soon as he went out, Liu Bailong was greeted by these words.

"Not yet...but I don't know what the status is." Xinyuan replied.

"Huh?" Liu Bailong looked confused, "That's wrong."

"His lifespan should have expired a long time ago. He is still alive all the time because of his obsession."

"Now that I have seen you, my obsession should be considered satisfied. Why are I still holding on..."

"It's really a centipede, dead but not stiff."

Listening to Liu Bailong's almost emotionless words, Xinyuan was speechless, but it was right to think about it. For this Lord of the Abyss, he was really used to seeing life and death.

"You must be older than him, and your injuries should be more serious. Why are you not dead?" Xinyuan couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, of course I am not an ordinary person."

Xinyuan pushed him away. On the way, Liu Bailong asked again:

"What are you going to do? In this world."

"Copy your experience over there in the Eastern Continent? Are you ready for another world war?"

"Copy?" Xinyuan raised his head and looked at the scary dark red color around him, looking at the sense of violence in the air of this world.

"I don't think it's necessarily necessary. The world has already made preliminary preparations for me."

Liu Bailong said that it didn't matter, he just mentioned:

"No matter what, you probably still need the help of the whole world."

"Don't you think it's time to go to the appointment?"
Chapter completed!