"No wonder you're a genius who made it through the eighth floor of the Eternal Tower. Your qi and blood surge like a dragon, and Daoist resonance arises naturally."
Jiang Shu clasped his hands in greeting as well. "You're too kind, Elder."
The group rode the clouds onward, and everything they saw along the way opened Jiang Shu's eyes.
Some disciples practiced their punches beneath a waterfall, their fist winds shattering the backward-flowing river of stars. Elders played chess before a board, and each piece they set made a Star Phantom explode. Farther away, the entire sky was a training ground, where hundreds of disciples darted through rifts in the void, fighting fiercely.
"That's the War Cavern."
Zhan Feng pointed to a crack in the sky, a trace of wariness still in his eyes.
"It contains sealed remnants of an ancient battlefield. It's the perfect place to hone your combat skills."
After passing through seven layers of restrictions, the group arrived at the bronze main hall at the very highest point.
Nine statues stood in the square before the hall. Three of them radiated a pressure so overwhelming that Jiang Shu could barely breathe.
"These are the likenesses of the Saints."
Zhan Yun explained softly,
"In all the generations of the human race, there have been nine Saints. Three of them are still in closed-door seclusion."
Saints!
They were the end of the path of cultivation, embodiments of supreme power, and almost nothing more than legends. Jiang Shu had never expected the War Alliance—or rather, the human race—to still have three living Saints!
The doors of the hall opened without a sound, and a vast aura surged toward them.
Jiang Shu felt as if he had stepped into another world. The starry sky within the hall was boundless, and the