Zhang Beixing looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, brimming with pride.
He knew that he had changed tremendously from before.
The cultivation he had now could not be compared to the mere early stage of the Golden Core.
He was now a true power, unmatched under the heavens!
At this moment, he strode out of the cave dwelling.
Standing with his hands behind his back, his presence commanded awe without anger.
[Hold on!]
The System's voice resounded once more, the tone rather grave.
[Host, though your cultivation has greatly improved, the outside world remains imperfect.]
[Although the Demon Race has lost several generals, they will surely return.]
[And those sects and aristocratic families will not easily let things go.]
[Especially the Cyan Cloud Sect and the Gate of Hell, they have long held grudges against you.]
[Now that you have exited seclusion, you must not be overconfident, and must be extra cautious.]
The System's words were like a jolt to Zhang Beixing.
