"Sir, I don't want my memories to be erased," Ricky said, pursing his lips after he heard what Otis had
said.
Even though he would only lose the memories he had gained here, Ricky didn't want to lose any of his
memories. He believed that the loss of any memories would affect his road of martial arts.
"Then figure out what you need to do and work hard to get it done!" Otis said. "You are the most
talented and qualified person I have ever met. Use your ambition to push yourself to reach your goals.
And I know that you still have a lot of other things on your plate. The Celestial Sect and the Phoenix
tribe are among the sixteen major forces on the continent. If you don't have the support of a powerful
force with equal power to them, taking people away from those two forces is wishful thinking."
"Sir, how do you know what I'm planning to do?" Ricky asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I already told you. I went to Eastern Land and Western Land to learn everything I could about you.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen you for this position," Otis said.
As he spoke, he started to make a strange seal. Immediately, the five-colored light in the center of the
continent faded away, and Ricky couldn't see where it had gone.
He could only see how bright and clear that area around him and Otis had become.
Then, he saw a stela appear.
The stela was not very big. It was only one meter wide and four meters long.
It was colorful, ancient, and magnificent.
A mysterious aura surrounded the stela, slowly revealing huge areas.
"Why did you bring a middle spiritual emperor here, Otis?" the voice of the vicissitudes of life asked the
second that the ancient stela came into full view.
It was clear that the stela was alive and conscious.
"Sir, you should know better than I do that one's current strength is not the determining factor," Otis
replied respectfully.
At the same time, he told Ricky telepathically, "Don't ask any questions. Right now, all I can tell you is
the stela's name. It is the Ancient Continental Stela!
You will only be able to uncover the rest if you become the lord of the Misty South Palace."
"Okay, sir. I understand," Ricky replied.
"Dragon Intent Grass, Evil Mandragora, have you ever heard of the Ancient Continental Stela?" Ricky
asked through telepathy.
"No!" the Dragon Intent Grass answered.
"Ricky, I have seen an ancient stela like this one before!" the Evil Mandragora exclaimed.
"Where did you see it?" Ricky asked.
"I was born in a dark world in the devil race. When my birth started, an ancient stela like this one swam
past me," the Evil Mandragora answered. "But the ancient stela that I saw was black."
"Does that mean that the devil race also has a similar ancient stela?" Ricky questioned.
"What do you know about the stela, Evil Mandragora?"
"I only saw it that one time. How could I know more about that stela?" the Evil Mandragora replied.
"Okay. I have no more questions for you," Ricky said unhappily.
Meanwhile, Otis was still conversing with the stela.
"I want to know more about his talent and mentality," the Ancient Continental Stela told Otis.
"Sir, I've brought him to you. There is no reason to question his mentality at this point. And as for his
talent, you will be shocked," Otis replied with a smile.
"Are you sure about that? During my journeys in the endless river of time, I have witnessed so many
geniuses. I've even seen geniuses who were incredible demi-spiritual emperors, but none of them have
ever shocked me," the Ancient Continental Stela said in a questioning tone.
"I won't be shocked unless he is a genius who cultivates the primitive power!"
"He doesn't cultivate the primitive power, but he has cultivated the chaotic power!" Otis said with a
smile.
"What? Really?" The Ancient Continental Stela was caught slightly off guard by that statement.
Otis turned to Ricky and silently told him to show the stela his chaotic power.
Ricky turned over his hands, and the gray chaotic power spread out.
"That's the chaotic power! You're right! You did surprise me! It looks like a decent genius has finally
come," the Ancient Continental Stela admitted.
A trace of displeasure appeared in the corner of Otis's mouth when he heard the stela's words. When
the last lord of the Misty South Palace brought him here, the Ancient Continental Stela did not
recognize him. He felt a twinge of jealousy.
"Ricky!" Otis exclaimed, turning to face Ricky.
Ricky nodded in understanding before he closed his eyes. The momentum around his body sped up,
and seven mutants appeared at the same time.
"What? I can't believe this!" The sight of all seven of Ricky's mutants was a shocking one. The Ancient
Continental Stela gasped.
It had been born at the same time as the Misty South and it had the most ancient memory, but it had
never seen any creature have seven mutants at the same time.
Therefore, the Ancient Continental Stela couldn't believe its eyes. It thought that it might be a trick.
"Sir, tell me about this young man's talent," Otis said as he noticed how shocked the Ancient
Continental Stela was.
"He has the chaotic power and the seven mutants. He is a top genius, as far as I can tell. His blood
essence can stay in my body," the Ancient Continental Stela revealed.
"Thank you very much, sir," Otis said gratefully.
"Ricky, we need a drop of your blood essence!" Otis added in a hurry, as if he were afraid that the
Ancient Continental Stela would go back on its word.
But before that could happen, a drop of Ricky's blood essence fell onto the Ancient Continental Stela.
Ricky didn't feel any different.
"We have to wait until he reaches the Sage Level!" the Ancient Continental Stela concluded after it
absorbed Ricky's blood essence. Then, the colorful aura reappeared and the stela vanished.
"You heard it! Let's go!" Otis exclaimed. Then, he took Ricky and they left the center of the continent.
"Was that it?" Ricky asked, lowering his eyebrows.
He tried to piece together all of the recent events, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.
And Otis hadn't allowed him to ask any questions. When his drop of blood essence had fallen onto the
Ancient Continental Stela, Ricky hadn't felt anything. It was as if nothing had happened.
He was a spiritual emperor now. His blood essence had a strong perceptual power. If it merged with
anything, he should feel something.
But he hadn't. All of it was very strange.
"If you want to understand, become a saint as soon as you can. That is the only way you can get your
answers," Otis said like he could read Ricky's mind.
"I see." Ricky nodded.
Since he was unable to answer his questions, Ricky returned to the stronghold of the Five-element
Sect and headed for the Five-element Sect.
To his surprise, Claire wanted to come along.
"Why don't you go back to your home, the Mu Clan?" Ricky asked, tilting his head to the side.
Because of the inheritances of the king and queen, Ricky had always had inexplicable feelings towards
Claire.
"Ricky, don't you think that the combination of the inheritances of the king and queen will allow us to
cultivate stronger heavenly illusionary power?" Claire asked with a smile.
"The heavenly illusionary power is useful, but it is not my main cultivation," Ricky replied, smiling back
at her.
"Then I'll ask you instead. I want to use your inheritance of the king to cultivate stronger heavenly
illusionary power. Will you please help me?" Claire asked with a hopeful expression on her face.
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