Chapter 2091: The Ninth Disciple (Two)
Before long, the young man had changed into a set of clean clothes. He put on snow-white robes and followed the woman in a red dress as he wondered inside. His wounds had recovered miraculously in that short amount of time, returning him to peak condition.
The two of them remained silent along the way. In the end, the young man was brought into an extremely majestic hall under the lead of the woman.
As soon as he entered the hall, the young man's heart suddenly shuddered. He studied the hall and showed a sliver of sternness. At that moment, he felt like he had arrived in a boundless universe as he stood in the hall, where he actually felt like he was insignificant.
At the same time, there seemed to be a pressure that crushed down on his soul, causing it to tremble uncontrollably.
"Disciple Bai Rong greets master!" At this moment, the woman at the front dropped to the ground and bowed. Her voice was filled with respect.
As for the young man, the tremendous presence of the hall seemed to steal his mind as soon as he entered the place. He had fallen into shock and became lost. Only when the woman's voice rang out did he suddenly snap back to his senses, immediately gazing over.
To one end of the hall sat a figure on a throne. A thick layer of light conjured from laws radiated from the figure, causing the space to distort. It completely obscured the person's appearance, where even the person's body was reduced to a blur.
This was what the young man had seen with his first glance. Just when he continued to study the person out of curiosity, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, forcing him to close them. Afterwards, his body directly dropped to his knees uncontrollably, astounding the young man.
"Disciple Ming Dong greets master!" The young man knelt on the ground as he brought his head down very low. He did not dare to raise his head to even glance at the person on the throne. He felt fear from his very soul when he faced the figure on the throne, where even his soul trembled.
He firmly believed that even though he was no longer weak now, the person on the throne could kill him without attacking him at all. Just a glance would be enough.
Unsurprisingly, the young man was Ming Dong, who had entered the ninth floor of the Anatta Tower with Jian Chen, before being sent to the Saints' World by the projection of the Heavenly Palace of Bisheng.
After arriving in the Saints' World, Ming Dong understood everything. He had been brought to the Saints' World all because of the handiwork of the Heavenly Palace of Bisheng's artifact spirit.
Although the artifact spirit of the Heavenly Palace of Bisheng was located in the distant Saints' World, it possessed a connection with the projection on the ninth floor. After sensing Ming Dong's talent, it made a decision by itself to bring Ming Dong over through using up all the energy in the projection.
"Ming Dong, I still have not taken you in as a disciple, so calling me master is too soon," said the person on the throne. Their voice seemed to possess all the sounds in the world, making it impossible to tell whether they were male or female. There was only a sense of coldness and emotionlessness from the voice.
"However, you indeed have extraordinary talent with the Laws of Destruction. To be able to comprehend the Laws of Destruction to such a level in such a short amount of time, you indeed have the right to become my disciple." The figure continued emotionlessly with a dignified voice, "I am the Anatta Grand Prime, and I am willing to take you in as a formal disciple of mine today. Ming Dong, will you accept me as your master?"
