Pioneering New Temple Ruins

Merlin hurried back to the dwelling dimension and immediately went to see Warlord Whiteteeth.

As soon as the door to the room was opened, the boy saw a white-robed old man with an aura of violet power mixed with almost half of the indigo power on his body. His face looked better than it was at their last meeting.

"Greetings, my master," Merlin said, bowing slightly.

The old man slowly opened both his eyes and said,

“You have arrived.” A low but resounding voice was uttered.

The power of the voice made Merlin inevitably tremble. It was like this voice came from a Magic Emperor.

In fact, by engraving ten thousand letters onto the cultivation hoops, the Magi would already have the power of the Magic Emperor zone.

It was just that, to become a Saint God, the Magi had to refine the power of those ten thousand alphabet letters into indigo alphabet power first.

At the moment, it seemed like Warlord Whiteteeth was in the refining process.