Roar of the Supreme Warrior

Quanesha glared at James, hoping to see through his strength. Yet, she could not see through his rank. This made her wary as she silently wondered, 'When was such a powerful figure in the First Universe?' She had basically seen all the Macrocosm Ancestral Gods of

the First Universe. However, the man before her had an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Quanesha asked again.

James smiled faintly and said, "Forty-nine."

He did not reveal his true identity. "Forty-nine?"

Quanesha staggered backward, apparently intimidated by this name. Forty-nine's name recently became well-renowned in the universes As a Macrocosm Ancestral God of the First Universe, she naturally knew that Forty-nine was a human from the Twelfth Universe. In the Chaos of the Twelfth Universe, he annihilated a Three-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God of the Sixth Universe.

"Wh-What are you here for? This is a restricted area of the Mount Snow Sect. No one is allowed to trespass." Though fearful, Quanesha questioned him regardless.

James said smilingly, "I was passing by here when I sensed the extraordinary power of this place. So, I came here to have a look. I was curious, you see. This planet with a short lifespan should have died long ago. Yet, it has become a great world. It turns out there was a Macrocosm Ancestral God born here."

Upon seeing Quanesha, James immediately understood. She was a human born on this planet, and her appearance had silently changed the planet's fate.

Seeing that the spiritual mountain had turned into a pile of rubble, Quanesha casually waved her hand, and some sigils of Heaven's Law materialized in her palm, which entered the surroundings and restored the destroyed spiritual mountain.

"If there's nothing else, please leave. This place doesn't belong to you."

Quanesha ordered James to leave.

James said, "This is my first time in the First Universe. Since there's still some time left till the conference, I have nowhere else to go. Plus, I like this place. Can I stay here until the conference's commencement?"

He looked at her with a smile.

Quanesha, however, furrowed her eyebrows. After hesitating for a few seconds, she said, "If you have nowhere else to go, the Mount Snow Sect will arrange a spiritual mountain for you to stay in."

"I prefer this place," James said.

"You...!"

Quanesha was enraged. However, upon being reminded that the person before her was Forty-nine, she suppressed the fury in her heart.

"This was the place of residence of my master. May I arrange somewhere else for you?" She advised.

"Please leave. I would like to enter a closed-door meditation."

James had no plans of leaving as he

had sensed a familiar aura here.

Sensing some anomalies on this

planet, he wanted to enter a

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closed-door meditation here to see if he could make a breakthrough. casually waved his hand, an@a mysterious power emerged from his palms, knocking Quanesha back from the spiritual mountain.

Though Quanesha wanted to return inside, she realized that there was now a powerful Formation in the spiritual mountain's surroundings. This Formation was mysterious and profound, so much so that even a Macrocosm Ancestral Goddike her could not enter.

"Dammit! Who the heck is he?"

Quanesha was furious. However, she could not do anything against the Formation and had no choice but to turn and leave.

James remained there for the next

three thousand years. Over the three

thousand years, Quanesha was

dejected. Each time, she would. come here only to be blocked by the

Formation. She had no idea what to

do.

One day three thousand years later, a man appeared. Wearing a golden robe, the man was handsome-looking and charismatic. As he appeared, the disciples of the Mount Snow Sect immediately greeted him warmly. "You're here, Ancestral Cloud Master!"

"Are you here to look for Master?"