The human race's battlefield center is heavily restricted.
A fiery red light slices through the sky, swift as lightning, and lands steadily in the central hall.
At the hall's main position, the Grand Elder of the human race slowly raises his eyes:
"Fire Pine has arrived!"
"In the blink of an eye, you have reached late-stage Saint, and your cultivation is solid."
His eyes carefully assess the junior before him, his usually solemn face breaks into a smile filled with appreciation.
Fire Pine respectfully salutes:
"Greetings, Grand Elder!"
"Rise!"
The Grand Elder softly reflects, and continues:
"Recently, reports came back that you ventured deep into the battlefield, ambushed and besieged by the Ancestral God of the Shanese clan, the entire center was worried for you."
"I prepared to rush to your aid, never thinking you would forge a path and escape unscathed."
"In you, I see echoes of the human race's past Emperor!"
