Chapter 892: Crisis (Extra for Subscriptions)

Cultivators often recognize each other by the aura of their magic power.

With Fang Xi not deliberately concealing anything, other high-ranked cultivators naturally wouldn't mistake his identity.

The Divine Calculator felt a familiar aura approaching, but upon closer inspection, he saw a young man in a green robe, followed by two golden-armored Integration Monks, strolling over.

The aura that shrouded the young man was familiar to him, yet it bore a strand of unfamiliarity.

That deep and abyss-like fluctuation of magic power made the Divine Calculator's heart tremble, "Mahayana... Impossible... How could the insignificant junior from back then break through to the Mahayana Realm in just a few hundred years?"

"Even that peerless genius in the history of the human race couldn't have accomplished this..."