"This..."
Lin Heng smiled slightly, looked into the distance, and said, "I suppose it should be somewhat higher than the ordinary Saints of this era."
"Wha...what?"
The Red-bottomed Macaque was astonished, a surge of shock coursing through its heart.
Not many knew how much Saint's Breath was required to be considered a Saint of this era, but it had heard about this terrifying number long ago.
Three thousand!
The count of three thousand allowed one to be ranked among the Saints of the current era!
Yet the Celestial Venerable was actually a bit stronger than those of this era…
The Red-bottomed Macaque was shaken to the core, unable to conceive it.
Lin Heng, meanwhile, was muttering to himself, "I wonder how much difference there is now between me and the real Tathagata?"
'Next time, you will see the real me!'
These were the words Tathagata left when departing, which Lin Heng had kept in mind ever since.
