The Astonishing Speed of the Truce

The vast Twin Sun Red Dragon City was silent. Between heaven and earth, the only sound was the soft puff, puff of palm-sized snowflakes falling to the ground.

Even the city-defense formations seemed to have fallen silent. The soldiers being shredded by spells of every color had forgotten how to scream. Every living being in the enormous city stood blankly with their heads raised, staring at Miaowen, whose body had been shattered by nearly half beneath Ying Zheng's palm strike.

The Heavenly Temple's most orthodox inheritance lay in its Upper, Middle, and Lower Courts, which formed its core. The Upper Court, in particular, carried the Heavenly Temple's oldest and purest lineage. As the presiding master of the Heavenly Temple Upper Court, Miaowen's standing within the Heavenly Temple faintly surpassed that of every other faction leader. The cultivation arts he practiced were also among the Heavenly Temple's most ancient, profound, and overwhelmingly powerful secret methods.

Miaowen himself was an unmatched genius. At the age of three, he had been taken in by the previous presiding master of the Heavenly Temple Upper Court. He had recited scriptures for twenty years atop Heavenly Temple Divine Peak—the highest peak known to this world—without cultivating any battle qi or other secret arts. Yet twenty years later, he attained enlightenment overnight and stepped into the Saint Realm. He was the fastest disciple in Heavenly Temple history to enter the Saint Realm, and the one whose advancement had been greatest.

He entered the Saint Realm at twenty-three, reached the peak of the Saint Adept realm thirty years later, broke through the Saint Realm another thirty years after that, and stepped into the wondrous realm of the Enlightener before he was a hundred. Although the other Heavenly Temple factions spread rumors that Miaowen was the illegitimate son of