During this period, Wang Xuan's days after transcending his tribulation had been quite leisurely, and he had allowed himself to relax a little.
Yet he also sensed a heavy atmosphere. He had learned that Gu Jin had met The Vanished, as well as a formidable figure from the upper half of the Kill List.
Something seemed to be unfolding among the Various Dojos, and they were in negotiations.
Soon afterward, he vaguely felt uneasy. His All-Domain Six-time Limit Breaking perception fully opened, and combined with his Supernatural Sense, it made him seem to smell blood.
But when he tried to seize upon it, he discovered nothing.
That was because it was not a domain he could participate in. Supreme Beings were holding secret talks, and they surely involved terrifying events of immense significance and far-reaching impact.
Though he had some vague sense of these matters, he could do nothing. He simply Could not Approach; his realm was too low.
"After hundreds of years of peace, could some upheaval be about to happen?" Wang Xuan muttered.
Although he had entered the Blood-red Battlefield and taken part in fierce confrontations, comparatively speaking, that environment had not posed any fatal threat to him.
Ever since leaving Hell, his life had actually been rather tranquil. He had not undergone a baptism of blood, nor had he truly faced the brutal struggle between life and death.
Wang Xuan had never let down his guard. He knew full well that, in the Supernatural Center World, all kinds of life-and-death competitions existed. The slightest carelessness could lead to disaster.
Era after era, the Supernatural Center had constantly shifted. How many supreme orthodoxies had turned into the dust of history? How many True Saints had stained the old universe with their blood, unable to follow into the new