Master Bao Long laughed and said:
"Should any flaw arise, a thousand-year warranty; that which bears the mark of Bao Long—must be of the highest quality!"
The Amethyst Saint no longer paid him heed, but raised its voice and proclaimed:
"Sovereign of Ten Thousand Gold, exalted above, grant us aid to ascend to Godhood!"
Master Bao Long withdrew a distance, silently observing, his countenance betraying neither sorrow nor joy. Then, from the infinite heights, a multicolored door of light abruptly manifested.
A majestic figure emerged, clad in black iron armor, ancient bronze sword in hand, silver war-boots upon his feet, and upon his brow, a golden crown gleamed.
So formidable was his aura that even the Amethyst Saint, a being at the very pinnacle of level 10, could not help but grow grave, inwardly comparing him to those entities found beyond the 660th layer of the Abyss.
