Compared to the steady operation within the Chu Tian Division, the entire Southern Wasteland had already been turned upside down over the past month.
The news that Chu Jiang had slain Peacock Little Bright King in defiance of the odds outside the capital of Lion Camel Kingdom struck the Southern Wasteland like a thunderclap.
Saints were already exceedingly rare in the Southern Wasteland.
Ancient Saints.
Those were even more legendary beings, whom many cultivators would never have the fortune to see in their entire lives—yet one had been slain across realms by a newly ascended Saint?
"The Barren Domain... no, the entire Southern Flame Imperial Continent, may be about to produce a youthful Emperor!"
"Using an Initial Saint realm to slay an Ancient Saint—could this Chu Jiang be the reincarnation of some Great Emperor?"
"Pass down the order: the Chu Tian Division must not be provoked. Absolutely must not be provoked!"
Cultivator taverns and sect secret realms were all abuzz with discussion.
Golden Family, ancestral grounds.
Within an ancient hall forged entirely from divine gold, several figures were shrouded in hazy golden light.
"We must attend this banquet."
From the ancient coffin at the highest point came an aged yet imposing voice, carrying an unquestionable resolve.
"Ancestor, this may not be a good thing. There is no need for us to..." A middle-aged man bowed, his face full of concern.
"Foolish!"
The ancestor in the ancient coffin rebuked:
"Before absolute strength, you have no choice. This boy's momentum has already taken shape. If our family still wishes to continue developing on this land, we must go—and we must lower our stance!"
He paused, and his voice turned cold:
"Pass down the order: prepare generous gifts. Open the ancestral treasury and take out three Golden Origin Saint Medicines. This old