"Sir, I don't want my memories to be erased," Ricky said, pursing his lips after he heard what Otis had said.
Even though he would only lose the memories he had gained here, Ricky didn't want to lose any of his memories. He believed that the loss of any memories would affect his road of martial arts.
"Then figure out what you need to do and work hard to get it done!" Otis said. "You are the most talented and qualified person I have ever met. Use your ambition to push yourself to reach your goals.
And I know that you still have a lot of other things on your plate. The Celestial Sect and the Phoenix tribe are among the sixteen major forces on the continent. If you don't have the support of a powerful force with equal power to them, taking people away from those two forces is wishful thinking."
"Sir, how do you know what I'm planning to do?" Ricky asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I already told you. I went to Eastern Land and Western Land to learn everything I could about you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen you for this position," Otis said.
As he spoke, he started to make a strange seal. Immediately, the five-colored light in the center of the continent faded away, and Ricky couldn't see where it had gone.
He could only see how bright and clear that area around him and Otis had become.
Then, he saw a stela appear.
The stela was not very big. It was only one meter wide and four meters long.
It was colorful, ancient, and magnificent.
A mysterious aura surrounded the stela, slowly revealing huge areas.
"Why did you bring a middle spiritual emperor here, Otis?" the voice of the vicissitudes of life asked the second that the ancient stela came into full view.
It was clear that the stela was alive and conscious.
"Sir, you should know better than I do that one's current strength is not the determining factor," Otis replied respectfully.
At the same time, he told Ricky telepathically, "Don't ask any questions. Right now, all I can tell you is the stela's name. It is the Ancient Continental Stela!
You will only be able to uncover the rest if you become the lord of the Misty South Palace."
"Okay, sir. I understand," Ricky replied.
"Dragon Intent Grass, Evil Mandragora, have you ever heard of the Ancient Continental Stela?" Ricky asked through telepathy.
"No!" the Dragon Intent Grass answered.
"Ricky, I have seen an ancient stela like this one before!" the Evil Mandragora exclaimed.
"Where did you see it?" Ricky asked.
"I was born in a dark world in the devil race. When my birth started, an ancient stela like this one swam past me," the Evil Mandragora answered. "But the ancient stela that I saw was black."
"Does that mean that the devil race also has a similar ancient stela?" Ricky questioned.
"What do you know about the stela, Evil Mandragora?"
"I only saw it that one time. How could I know more about that stela?" the Evil Mandragora replied.
"Okay. I have no more questions for you," Ricky said unhappily.
Meanwhile, Otis was still conversing with the stela.
"I want to know more about his talent and mentality," the Ancient Continental Stela told Otis.
"Sir, I've brought him to you. There is no reason to question his mentality at this point. And as for his talent, you will be shocked," Otis replied with a smile.
"Are you sure about that? During my journeys in the endless river of time, I have witnessed so many geniuses. I've even seen geniuses who were incredible demi-spiritual emperors, but none of them have ever shocked me," the Ancient Continental Stela said in a questioning tone.
"I won't be shocked unless he is a genius who cultivates the primitive power!"
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