True powerhouses were as common as carp crossing a river—too numerous to count.
Even Divine Sect-level forces were only the tip of the iceberg in the Eastern Continent.
He wanted to see a broader world and seek out more opportunities.
Only then could the Chaos Sacred Sect truly stand at the pinnacle of the Divine Realm.
"It's time to go out and take a look."
Yang Lingtian's eyes flickered. He had already made his decision.
His first step would be to travel throughout the Eastern Continent and witness this magnificent, turbulent world.
Perhaps, amid these endless opportunities, he would find the chance to raise the Chaos Sacred Sect to an even higher level.
Soon afterward, Yang Lingtian announced that he was entering seclusion, but in truth, he left the sect without a sound.
He disturbed no one, melting into the sea like a drop of water.
He unleashed the Space Law, his figure flashing like lightning as he traversed the mountains and rivers.
With one step, he crossed hundreds of thousands of li.
Yet just as he had moved far from the sect and was about to enter an unknown land, something suddenly changed.
A strange turn of events erupted!
A figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost, blocking his path.
The figure was towering as a mountain, its entire body shrouded in a hazy radiance.
Its true appearance could not be seen, yet it radiated an incomparably terrifying aura.
Saint God Realm Peak!
The aura spread with terrifying pressure, crushing the breath from Yang Lingtian's lungs.
His brows drew tightly together, and he became extremely vigilant.
"Who are you, sir? Why have you blocked my path?"
Yang Lingtian asked in a low voice, a trace of gravity in his tone.
He could sense that the person before