At the same time.0

Zhang An frowned from his position in the darkness and was ready to take a stand. Saint-level power was yet to appear as the Moon God that Li Hao had been worried about might not be able to awaken anymore. It could’ve outright reincarnated into this generation’s queen.0

The young man would not be able to withstand his opponent for much longer if the dean didn’t make a move.0

Zhang An tensed, then raised an eyebrow when he sensed something else. An even stronger presence hovered over the divine temple.0

Inside the temple.0

The slumbering prophet once more opened its eyes. There was only anxiety in its eyes, no joy. A figure reflected out of its eyes as it looked outside.0

“Zhang An?” murmured the prophet. The divine spirit was old, but Zhang An was also exceedingly old. In fact, he was older than the prophet. This was a person from the early days of New Martial. It wasn’t until one thousand years later that Silver Moon world was born.0

Zhang An was older than all of the divine spirits. The prophet had known the day that Zhang An traveled to Silver Moon. It looked around in a daze—no wonder! No wonder...1