In the depths of the universe, in the distant sky, through countless galaxies, through countless planes, through countless unknowns, a golden temple in the haze. On the throne of this great hall, an old man in a white robe, with white hair and white clothes and white beard, he was majestic and kind, wise and calm, he gently stroked the staff of time that had followed him since ancient times, as if facing his own child, doting and loving. The illusory Staff of Time, looming in his hand, was scattered with a faint white glow.

He sighed faintly, and his eyes of deep wisdom suddenly emitted a golden light, and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment, and the entire time and space seemed to begin an unlimited reversal at this moment. The old man's eyes burst with light, his divine power rose, and the golden light fell directly on a distant green planet.

Suddenly, the golden light was strongly hindered, and time instantly turned again, and the time flow of the entire hall was restored. The old man seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and his originally gray white hair looked even grayer. Shaking his head helplessly, he sighed in a low voice: "My friend, my comrade-in-arms, where are you?"

"Prophet, has the god of war been found?" asked a middle-aged man in silver-white armor under the main hall.

"No, though, he'll be back. The prophet's tone was unquestionable.

Glancing at the palaces of the gods in the main hall, the prophet waved his hand helplessly and said in a low voice, "You go down first." He flicked his robe, pointed at the middle-aged man in silver armor who had asked him earlier, beckoned to him, and motioned for him to stay for the time being.

When everyone disappeared, the prophet said coldly, "You go to the lower material plane, the Tianxin Continent, now, and your mission is in this crystal ball. With that, a white transparent crystal ball floated into the hands of the silver-armored man, and he waved his hand again.

The silver-armored man bowed slightly to the prophet and turned away.