Xiao Yan Becomes a Saint

Morning light spilled down.

A gentle breeze stirred, rippling the lotus pond.

The gauze curtains swayed, and the wind chimes tinkled softly.

Inside the lotus pavilion, Wei Yang sat cross-legged in bare feet, his eyes gently closed.

His ink-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall. He wore a loose black robe embroidered with golden patterns, while several strands of hair by his cheeks danced in the breeze, playfully brushing against his face.

At the center of his forehead, a Black Sun emblem flickered in and out of view.

Not a trace of powerful aura leaked from his body. His presence was restrained to the extreme, making him look like nothing more than an ordinary mortal youth.

At first glance, it was difficult to believe that this rather handsome young man, whose brows carried a faint air of dominance, was the peerless prodigy who had once shaken the continent—and now stood among its supreme experts.

The atmosphere was tranquil.

After a while, Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes. Deep within them, a wisp of Black Flame seemed to flicker before quickly vanishing.

He raised his head and gazed beyond the pavilion, at the shimmering water surface faintly wrinkled by the breeze.

Several lotus flowers floated upon the water, blooming in their full splendor.

"The Ling Clan has finally been wiped out," he murmured softly.

That guy Soul Heavenly Emperor had begun turning his blade on the Eight Ancient Clans.

The opening of Tou She Ancient God's Cave Mansion was not far away.

To be honest, Wei Yang rather admired and respected Soul Heavenly Emperor.

He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals and was ruthless enough to kill even his closest kin and clansmen. He was a true ambitious tyrant.

At the very least, he was far better