Although the arrogant and arrogant new generation masters all felt unhappy when this middle-aged man with a beard spoke, none of them chose to turn around and leave.
After all, there are countless eighth-level civilizations in this world, but as far as they know, there is only one ninth-level supreme civilization, the Holy Realm of Truth.
After a bunch of new-generation geniuses from various major star regions were continuously screened out by this middle-aged man with a beard, Han Jiulin finally came to this person.
"Well, the divine power index is 1.7, and I finally met a new generation genius who is considered good."
"Did you see the beam of light behind me? After you walk in and teleport through the space, you will officially enter our holy realm of truth."
The middle-aged man with a beard nodded slightly towards Han Jiulin, and then spoke.
After hearing this, Han Jiulin did not hesitate and walked straight towards the space light pillar.
Han Jiulin was not too worried about whether there was any danger hidden in this beam of light.
After all, even if this trial was indeed set up by the rebel camp in the Holy Land of Truth, a ninth-level civilization, it would not be so troublesome to kill a quasi-god like himself.
At this time, many creatures had gathered in the hall, and Han Jiulin's appearance did not attract anyone's attention.
Although these people are all true geniuses, not all of them come from the Holy Spirit Civilization. Many of them come from other eighth-level civilizations.
Such a situation was expected by Han Jiulin and did not surprise him at all.
"It's good, it's good. This Holy Land of Truth is truly worthy of its name. Monk, I'm really in the right place. I just wonder if there are any rare treasures in this Holy Land of Truth?"
As a familiar voice came, Han Jiulin couldn't help but turn around and saw an overweight monk wearing a red cassock not far away, with excitement on his face.
Han Jiulin recognized at a glance that this overweight monk wearing a red cassock was the money-grubbing and timid monk Xian Tao.
However, out of curiosity, Han Jiulin used his mental telepathy to investigate and discovered that monk Xian Tao's cultivation had actually reached the ninth-grade quasi-god level.
Considering his age, he was able to break through to this level, which was obviously beyond Han Jiulin's expectations.
Could it be that monk Xian Tao encountered some strange encounters after he came to the Holy Spirit Civilization?
After sensing that someone was checking him with his spiritual power, the monk Xian Tao slowly turned his head and then laid his eyes on Han Jiulin's face.
Upon seeing Han Jiulin, Monk Xian Tao couldn't help but show surprise. He immediately touched his bare forehead, then shook his head and said:
"Han Jiulin?
How could I see Han Jiulin here? Shouldn't he be in the Xuanli world?"
"What a ghost, really what a ghost..."
When Han Jiulin saw Monk Xian Tao's appearance, he couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head. Then he slowly approached him and said as he walked:
"Master Xian Tao, are you okay?"
Hearing Han Jiulin, who had now reached the ninth-grade quasi-god realm, call himself "Master", Monk Xian Tao couldn't help but feel more uncomfortable, and immediately waved his hand and said:
"Stop, stop, stop, you still call me monk Xian Tao. I can't bear the word master."
"Han Jiulin, how did you get here?
The golden light curtain of the Holy Realm of Truth should only appear in the eighth-order civilization star field this time."
"Aren't you supposed to be in the Xuanli world? How come you were teleported here?"
Han Jiulin glanced at the overweight monk suspiciously, and then couldn't help but ask:
"How did you learn that this golden light curtain will not appear in the Xuanli world?"
As soon as Monk Xiantao heard what Han Jiulin said, he couldn't help but become excited and said happily to Han Jiulin:
"Of course I got it by exchanging the treasure collected by the poor monk with a special intelligence agent!"
"The poor monk now has secret information about the rules of the Holy Realm of Truth. If Donor Han is interested, the poor monk can sell it to the donor at a low price."
Han Jiulin didn't believe what Monk Xian Tao said at all.
Sure enough, as soon as the overweight monk finished speaking, a new-generation genius immediately exposed his background and snorted:
"Brother, please don't believe this fat monk's nonsense!"
"The rules and information of this Holy Realm of Truth are all engraved in the main hall, right there!"
This young man interfered with Monk Xian Tao's affairs. The overweight monk naturally looked unhappy and started arguing with him on the spot.
Han Jiulin glanced at Monk Xian Tao briefly, then shook his head, and then strode straight towards where the young man was pointing.
Arriving at the side of the hall, Han Jiulin did see many rules engraved on it.
However, these rules are very simply stated and cannot be called useful information at all.
Just after Han Jiulin memorized all these rules in his mind, Monk Xian Tao strode over with his fat head shaking, then patted Han Jiulin on the shoulder and said in frustration:
"Donor Han, this time I dare to use my trustworthy relationship with you through life and death many times. The information I sell is genuine and completely useful!"
"Don't you still believe in me, monk?"
Han Jiulin glanced at Monk Xian Tao slightly, then smiled bitterly and said:
"It is precisely because I have gone through life and death with the master many times that I am already familiar with the master's routines, which makes it even more impossible for me to follow the master's ways."
"Master, why don't you go and try to fool other people? Maybe someone else will be willing to pay a high price for your information, Master."
When Monk Xian Tao heard Han Jiulin's response, he couldn't help showing a look of indignation, and immediately shook Han Jiulin's shoulders and said:
"Donor Han, Donor Han, how many hardships and hardships have the poor monk and you gone through, is this friendship so weak?"
"That's all, this poor monk will simply bear the pain and bleed, and give the information I have to the donor!"
Without waiting for Han Jiulin to respond, Monk Xian Tao directly thrust a jade stone engraved with countless characters into Han Jiulin's right hand.
Han Jiulin stared at Monk Xian Tao half-believingly, and then used his mental telepathy to explore the countless characters in the jade stone. Sure enough, he got a lot of information in his mind in an instant.
According to the information inside, the Holy Land of Truth is indeed the only supreme ninth-level civilization among countless star fields.
Moreover, the magical power possessed by the Holy Realm of Truth has reached a transcendent level that far exceeds all eighth-level civilization realms.
The reason why this Holy Realm of Truth is able to become the only supreme ninth-order civilization among countless cosmic star fields is because the creators of the Holy Realm of Truth used the vast source of laws to condense the Six Paths of Super Divine Artifacts.
It is precisely because these six artifacts sit within the Holy Realm of Truth that the Holy Realm of Truth can truly become the supreme civilization that far exceeds all other civilizations.