The night wind cut like a knife.
Xiao Yuan stood outside the forbidden ground's stone gate for a long time.
He drew a deep breath.
With his master missing, he alone could shoulder the burden of the coming calamity on this vast Heavenly Martial Continent.
His cultivation as a lower-tier Martial Saint was still far from enough.
Yet he had only recently broken through to the Martial Saint realm.
Advancing again within six months and reaching the middle-tier Martial Saint realm, like his master, was nothing short of a tale from the Arabian Nights.
But he knew of a fortuitous opportunity.
That opportunity was his greatest source of confidence since his rebirth.
In his previous life, he had relied on it.
Within six months.
Having only just become a lower-tier Martial Saint, he had broken through again to the middle-tier Martial Saint realm.
Only then had he earned the right to pit himself against the powerful warriors of the Outer Realm Divine Race.
Unfortunately, he had obtained that opportunity too late.
Otherwise.
He would have slaughtered those members of the Outer Realm Divine Race, no matter how many came.
At the thought of that opportunity.
Xiao Yuan's breathing suddenly quickened.
The darkness gradually faded.
A fish-belly white spread across the sky.
Early that morning.
Xiao Yuan summoned the grand elder to the Holy Son's Hall.
Under the grand elder's puzzled gaze.
Xiao Yuan said, "Grand Elder, I need to leave the sect for a while. During my absence, you will have full authority over all affairs of the hall, great and small."
The grand elder frowned.
A great calamity was approaching.
The Holy Son had only just taken power, and people's hearts had yet to settle.
Leaving the sect now was by no means wise.
"Holy Son, with the