Dao Marker

Zhou Leng was speechless for a long while. Afterward, he tested him several times, but Martial Master seemed unable to hear or see him, merely gazing into the distance.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Zhou Leng sighed softly and turned back.

The Martial Saints wore grave expressions.

"What happened?" Song Juesi asked.

Zhou Leng swept his gaze across the crowd.

"The last time we came in here, Martial Master discovered that besides me, there were two other top-tier prodigies of Martial Dao..."

"The kind capable of becoming the leader of a civilization, leading an entire race, an entire planet into a higher civilization. You should know who he meant. One was Elder Song, and the other was Zhang Xinglie."

"He said back then that I was to protect Elder Song and Zhang Xinglie with my life, because these two concerned the future of all humanity... It would not be an exaggeration to say that humanity's rise and fall rested upon them."

The Saints frowned. Some had never even heard of Zhang Xinglie.

But others had heard of him. They sighed softly and said nothing.

Song Juesi's throat bobbed, his eyes reddening as he let out a sigh.

"Some of you seem not to have heard of him. Like Li Shenkong, he died in the battle of Ten Thousand Suns' Descent and Thousand Chariots Storm the Palace." The Saints froze for a moment.

The word "died" could not be used carelessly.

Especially in this place.

Several Martial Saints exchanged glances, their hearts heavy with worry.

Struggles in certain areas had always been drenched in blood and swept by foul winds.

"Before, we discussed the possibility that the Calamity God existed. Martial Master then exhausted every means to find a battle formation requiring the combined strength of three people, one