"He really received the Ancient King Stele's recognition." Qing Cang was still in disbelief. That was the process for selecting a successor to the Ancient King.
"Master..." He returned to the hall. The Bronze Ancient King's brows were tightly furrowed, as he also seemed to find it difficult to understand.
'Master doesn't get it either?'
Qing Cang's heart skipped a beat. Although matters of Professional Spirituality were difficult to fathom, the Ancient King Stele wasn't true Professional Spirituality. It was just a nascent, differentiated form used for preliminary screening.
As long as the Ancient King lived, the Spirituality wouldn't react to any other living being.
But if they truly waited until the Ancient King was dead to pick a successor, the other Sects and the Royal Court would have long since swarmed them and devoured them completely.
No matter how one looked at it, this nascent screening process should follow some kind of pattern.
