The person inside nodded and smiled, saying:
"Indeed. To evade the laws of nature—birth, old age, sickness, and death—I hid away for at least two hundred years just to survive until this very day. It seems that although the guest I welcome today is young, he is truly a master of extraordinary depth."
"In all my years, I have rarely seen anyone step into the Transformation Realm at your age."
Chen Tian felt a sudden stir of emotion and quickly asked:
"Since you have lived for so long, do you know the ins and outs of everything that has ever happened in this world?"
"Perhaps I do, and perhaps I don't," replied the voice from within.
By now, Chen Tian had walked deep into the Divine Temple.
The temple was vast and resplendent with gold and jade. He saw an elderly man with completely white hair sitting upon a golden dragon throne, styling himself as the Supreme Sovereign.
Below the dragon throne, numerous attendants bustled about, apparently preparing a banquet.
Though his hair was snow-white, the old man possessed the face of a middle-aged man.
He wore a robe that was likewise golden, as if spun from solid gold itself.
Every detail, inside and out, proclaimed the grand ambition of this mysterious elder.
Chapter 380