The burly figure clad in black robes walked under the withered tree.
The words were bland, as if there were no regrets.
Not far away, a figure wearing dark red armor with a single horn atop its head and eyes red as fresh blood, slowly emerged from the shadows.
"As expected."
"What other news?"
The black-robed strongman slightly bowed his head in respect, pondered for a moment, and then spoke, "This world has undoubtedly received a certain inheritance, conservatively estimated to have multiple secret techniques, and possesses core methods such as the Tree Realm ritual track, summoning and control ritual track, among others. Furthermore, there are many powerhouses, with a high probability that there are those of Six Senses throne level."
"These pieces of information were obtained when I disguised myself as a messenger and probed from other Great Oases."
"The reliability is not an issue."
"Also, this world possesses some kind of treasure that can prolong life."
