Beneath the 30,000-meter Dao Lake, in that world within a world, at the very top of the altar in the second level, Meng Hao moved forward.
The parrot gave a cold snort as it faded away. The white-colored overseer sighed with relief, then looked over at Meng Hao, clearly displeased, but incapable of doing anything about it.
"You got lucky, but you passed," the white-colored overseer said slowly. "As of now, you have two options. You may leave, or proceed onward to the third level!
"Up to now, no one has ever passed through the third level. Therefore, no one has ever been able to inherit the essence of the Divine Flame. Now, make your decision."
Meng Hao muttered to himself for a moment. He still had his Eternal stratum, which meant that although he wasn't completely indestructible, he was still completely unique in the lands of South Heaven.
That was a trump card, something he could use to rise back up from the clutches of death when in battle.
