"When you die, the world you live in will collapse. In your world, you are God, and you should not be afraid of anyone."

The middle-aged man's body gradually turned into light, "You are too weak. I have nothing to teach you now. I will save it for later."

Although Feng Lin knew little about it, he still handed it over respectfully, "Thank you for your advice, senior. I don't know your surname."

The middle-aged man has completely turned into light, but there are still three words left.

"Wang Yangming."

"king……"

Feng Lin's body stiffened and he broke into a cold sweat.

According to legend, the last great figure who became a saint in China was Wang Shouren of the Ming Dynasty?

Feng Lin looked solemn and bowed deeply to the distance.

The light spots in the distance are still swaying.

Feng Lin turned around and walked out of the stone gate.

During this period of torture, he had lost track of time.

No matter how much time has passed, at least he has entered the fifth level of Dacheng.

Finally, we can go to the other side of the river.
Chapter completed!