At the Hidden Spirit Sect Main Peak's Dao Field, Xu Fan looked at the Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples seated across the entire plain behind the main peak and could not help feeling gratified.
Aside from some Saint Realm disciples content to lie flat, over ninety-nine percent of the rest were Great Saints, along with a small number of Chaos Saint Realm disciples. The Hidden Spirit Sect's current strength could barely be considered that of a powerful race in the Chaos Center.
If they had not been targeted by the Nether Race, they would have lived quite comfortably. Facing the breeze atop the main peak, Xu Fan spoke mildly. "Master, as long as you give me time, your disciple is willing to sweep away everything for you." Xu Gang's voice rang firm and forceful.
After Xu Fan advanced to the Chaos Saint Realm, the first thing he did was restore Xu Gang to his peak condition. "Good. From now on, unless absolutely necessary, leave all the Sect's fighting to you."
"After all, you are now one of the Human Race's only two Chaos Great Saints."
"As your Master, I am very proud." Xu Fan placed one hand on Xu Gang's shoulder, showing his affirmation of his eldest disciple. Hearing his Master's words, a surge of satisfaction flooded Xu Gang's heart. He almost wished a powerful enemy would attack at once, so he could devote himself to his Master. "Do not be too satisfied. The road ahead is still long. Your current realm is only the beginning of understanding Chaos."
After soothing his eldest disciple's agitated heart, Xu Fan's voice, like the Heavenly Dao of Chaos itself, resounded throughout the Three Thousand Realms. "Since the birth of Chaos, mysteries have arisen from—"
At this moment, the entire Three Thousand Realms fell silent.