"Only one Venerable?"
Qi Yun narrowed his eyes. The look within them was like the moon reflected in a deep pool—profound and unfathomable.
"In any given era, two Venerables cannot coexist.
The Venerable Masters of this world will, under the guidance of some unseen force, encounter one another, clash, and fight to the death.
Until only a single Venerable is left."
The God of Wealth's tone was slow, yet it held a depth born from ancient eons, having witnessed the fall of countless prodigies.
"So you must be careful. Throughout history, each of the Twelve Venerable Ones has possessed the power to look down upon the world.
A battle between Venerables is no ordinary conflict. Its brutality and unpredictability are far beyond imagination.
Even a True Monarch descending upon the mortal plane could not necessarily predict the outcome.
Moreover…"
It paused, its phantom of Spiritual Light flickering as if recalling some fundamental law. After a few moments of silence, it continued:
