Li Ya opened his eyes and found himself on a barren stretch of land. When he looked up, the firmament was pitch-black, with only sparse stars dotting it here and there. This world was utterly desolate, cold and empty.
He raised his eyes and saw figure after figure descending from the sky, landing upon this land.
When he saw several Saints among them, his expression turned somewhat unnatural.
"Am I still inferior to them?"
The Li Ya of this moment was Saint Li Ya, summoned by Gu An from the future. He discovered that he was the first Saint drawn into this Mysterious Realm. Didn't that mean he was the weakest?
Although he had long grown used to this sort of thing, he had now come to the past—yet he still could not compare to Saints who had already fallen during this era?
A figure landed beside him. It was none other than Tian Hao.
This Tian Hao was likewise a Saint from the future. After landing, he surveyed his surroundings, his expression grave.
"Martial Uncle, something is wrong with this realm. I can't sense the Great Dao at all."
Tian Hao spoke, his tone heavy.
Li Ya glanced at him. This junior had pressed him down even when he was young, and even after becoming a Saint, it was still the same.
Sigh!
Though Li Ya felt helpless inside, he was not stubborn about it. If he could not compare now, then he would keep cultivating. As long as he was still on the path of cultivation, there was hope for everything.
Saint after Saint descended, scattered in all directions. Even the Saints summoned by Gu An did not gather together, especially Gu An's reincarnated selves, who were spread very far apart.
Gu Xuanyou descended from the sky, but