Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"This is my home! Even though it is a little desolate, this old man has no power to manage it. However, this old man is nostalgic and is helpless … When this person gets old, he just likes to think about old times! "    

    

Hearing his almost perfunctory reply, everyone looked at each other in dismay. Since they did not know who the other person was, they did not speak carelessly, and only focused on Wu Hao, acting with just their eyes.    

    

"So this is senior's former residence. It seems like junior came in rashly and alarmed senior. I'm sorry, junior definitely did not disturb senior from his cultivation, please forgive me!"    

    

Wu Hao cupped his fists and bowed to the man respectfully.    

    

The reason why he did this was because the opponent's strength was too powerful. They could not afford to offend him!    

    

Although they were a little scared, there was nothing they could do. They didn't even know what kind of place this was. If they didn't even figure it out, what qualifications did they have?    

    

After the old man heard what he said, he waved his hand, swallowed a mouthful of smoke, and lazily said to him with half-closed eyes, "I can't say that I'm disturbing you, but this is a Huanggu Ascending Platform. It's for the lower realm to ascend in the first place. However, the luck you have on the flying platform has dried up and it has been more than 10 million years since you last entered the lower realms. If you want to enter the Eight Desolations, you can only force your way into the center of the world! There's no other way. "    

    

The old man's words revealed a lot of information to everyone.    

    

The word Huanggu Ascending Platform, was deeply shocking to them.    

    

So this was the [Soaring Platform]. The [Soaring Platform] of the Higher Planes!    

    

Also, so this is the Eight Desolations. It sounds like a very domineering name, an existence with history.    

    

However, what Wu Hao was more concerned about was luck.    

    

This was already the second time he had heard of such a thing.    

    

It was precisely because of the fact that the luck of the Fiendgod Primordial Chaos's clan had dried up that they eventually walked towards the end of their line, towards the end of their line.    

    

Today, hearing the mysterious elder talk about luck again, Wu Hao pondered for a moment, then, with a thought, he opened his mouth and asked.    

    

"Senior, I have something I don't understand, and would like to consult you!"    

    

Wu Hao cupped his fists and bowed to him again, and said respectfully.    

    

When the old man heard this, he slightly raised his head and glanced at him. He didn't seem to care and even replied lazily, "Speak frankly. This old man doesn't like to be polite, nor does he like to beat around the bush!"    

    

After Wu Hao heard this, he secretly nodded his head. In his heart, he also gained a little understanding of the old man's personality.    

    

"Senior, may I ask what is destiny? This is the second time I've heard of it!" Under the crowd's attention, Wu Hao asked him a question.    

    

At the mention of luck, the old man's originally lazy expression suddenly froze.    

    

Soon after, he sat up straight. His lazy face had also disappeared, and it was now full of seriousness.    

    

"This destiny is an illusory thing, you can classify it as a qi number!"    

    

"Uh, Qi?"    

    

Hearing that, Wu Hao frowned, and looked at each other.    

    

Obviously, the old man's answer was too general, and he was completely unable to understand it.    

    

Perhaps they could see the doubt in their hearts.    

    

The old man started to explain again.    

    

"As for the so-called destiny, you can all think of it as a kind of destiny, or perhaps as the rules of fate. It can determine the rise and fall of all living things, and is a material that surpasses the laws, the origin, and even faith!"