External Saints, evil gods, and malevolent spirits were mostly connected to the Supernatural Center. Without the vast soil of myth, how could beings of such achievement possibly be born?
Today, whether in the Supernatural Center or the outer universes, everyone was a Fishing Saint.
The saints were hunting. Their hands were already stained with the blood of External Saints and evil gods. So-called supernatural succession, Dao Struggle, and struggles between people had always been bloody, with nothing sacred about them.
The losers from many eras ago, those who had changed paths, those willing to remain in decay along the "Person-to-Person" path, as well as External Saints of unfathomable origin, true gods who had ignited Chaos Divine Fire, colossal beasts from twenty eras ago, and Hard Cultivators who had coexisted with the old saints for several eras... all revealed themselves one after another. Every one of them had once possessed a heaven-shaking background.
They too were anglers. They had a vague premonition that the Supernatural Center had never been a peaceful land. Some manifested hazy Saint Bodies, while others launched spiritual invasions. Some truly succeeded repeatedly and obtained true scriptures.
After all, the Supernatural Center was so vast. Not every path had been blocked.
Of course, once some Hard Cultivators, holy spirits, true gods, and the like set foot in the Supernatural Great Universe, they might already have been marked and faced danger.
"Brother Mu, two eras ago, you attached yourself to the Supernatural Center again. How does it feel now?" A being entirely shrouded in Blue Mist entered Beyond the World.
The Supernatural Center was not an iron plate either. A True Saint had left behind an incarnation, which now stood in the darkness and watched the being within the blue fog approach.
"Pudao, you should not have come," Mu