High Heaven.
Spirit Peak Heaven.
It was an Ordinary Heaven, but one that had existed for an immensely long time.
Since ages beyond counting, Spirit Peak Heaven had been under the rule of the Spirit Peak Lineage.
Many hegemonic powers in the Ordinary Heavens of High Heaven were deeply wary of the Spirit Peak Lineage.
But the Spirit Peak Lineage kept a very low profile and rarely left Spirit Peak Heaven, so no outside enemies set their sights on them.
After all, every generation of the Spirit Peak Lineage had more than one Second Transcendence Realm existence, and even Third Transcendence Realm ancestors who had endured without dying.
"My lord, over these two hundred years, more than eighty percent of the disciples we sent to invade the Land of Ultimate Life have died."
Inside an enormous palace, a black-robed figure bowed respectfully as he spoke.
"Have you investigated?"
A hazy figure sat quietly at the head of the palace.
Even sitting there quietly, this hazy figure stilled the surrounding space-time, leaving not the slightest ripple.
His gaze swept lightly across the hall.
The First Transcendence Realm existence bowing below felt as though he bore boundless mountains on his back.
"My lord, a player has appeared in the Land of Ultimate Life whose cultivation is low, but whose strength is formidable."
"Several of our Dimension-level disciples who had fused three Origin Great Daos died at his hands."
"Over these two hundred years, he should have killed more than five hundred stowaways, the vast majority of whom were disciples of our Spirit Peak Lineage."
He spoke with some heartache.
Of course—
It was only some heartache.
After all, the disciples sent to the Land of Ultimate Life had, at most, fused three Origin Great Daos.
As for Supreme Dimension-level disciples who had