Wang Xuan had never harbored any grand ambitions. It was simply a case of planting willows without intent, only for them to cast shade; he had passively been elevated into a member of a mysterious organization.
Every person here had unfathomable roots and was retracing the True Saint Path. Their true origins were terrifying beyond measure.
Wang Xuan did not delay and set off for the gathering.
Famous star systems all had large Teleportation Arrays. He traveled far by them, crossing the sea of stars, then boarded a spacecraft and approached his destination.
It had to be said that this region was somewhat desolate, tucked away in an exceedingly remote corner of the universe. It was truly suitable for killing and silencing people, settling all manner of disputes.
The final stop was an utterly ordinary planet, its Supernatural Civilization backward and much of its primitive landscape preserved.
Following the directions, Wang Xuan arrived. As a special Super Peerless, the entire continent lay within the radiance of his Primordial Spirit. He naturally discovered his "kind" at first glance.
At that moment, the land ahead was in the season when all things were Resurrected. Grass shoots broke through the soil, branches unfurled fresh green leaves, red carp flicked their tails in the lake—a scene brimming with life.
There were only four people by the lakeside, far fewer than Wang Xuan had expected. He had met three of them before. One was fishing, another was brewing tea, and all of them appeared utterly at ease.
"Fellow Daoist, you're here." A silver-haired youth spoke. Though the light of his mind carried the weight of ages and his eyes were like deep pools, he was fairly warm. He had already risen to his feet, smiling.
His name was Vero, most likely an alias. He and