Mo Wuji kept the Time Plate and stared at the four huge, floating words: Universal Sage Dao Conference.
He couldn't feel it previously when his spiritual will traversed through several galaxies to find this place. Now that he was standing in front of these four words, he could immediately sense their boundless majesty.
The person who left these words behind definitely wasn't weaker than a Sage.
"Brother Mo, this Sage Dao Conference isn't simple. There are at least three to four other people like Dao Friend Tian Hen. As for Quasi-Sages, then there would be many more." Seeing Mo Wuji stop, Kun Yun could not help but say.
He was extremely worried that Mo Wuji would use force here. Even if Mo Wuji had stepped into the Sage Stage, force wouldn't be enough against the Sage Dao Conference.
Mo Wuji laughed faintly, "Don't lie to me. There are only eight Sages in this universe."
