Yoan was stunned.
As a cultivator, he knew just how difficult it was to cultivate the physical body. One would have to undergo great ordeals consistently to increase one’s physical strength. Besides, though James had a significantly lower rank than Wendel, he was able to stand his ground against him. This was simply unbelievable.
At that moment, he was overjoyed. James would be a terrifying foe for his enemies if properly nurtured. In another decade or two, he might be able to compete against those who headed to Earth for the providence.
Yoan could not conceal his joy.
“That’s great!” he said.
James, on the other hand, smiled faintly.
If Yoan knew that he had cultivated Sacrilegious Ascension, the signature cultivation method of the Primordial Divine Ape Race, he would be utterly shocked.
“I have high hopes for you, James. The Ancient Realms’ Grand Tournament is upon us. As long as you are below the age of fifty, you’re eligible to participate in the tournament.”
“The Grand Tournament?”
James furrowed his eyebrows.
Yoan explained, “This is a decennial gathering of the Ancient Realm, where geniuses from all sects and academies would participate in. You’ll gain enormous benefits by getting first place.”
“Regardless, you’ll obtain the right to enter the Dragon Abyss as long as you’re in the top ten.”
Hearing this, James asked, “What’s the Dragon Abyss?”
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