An exceedingly tranquil fragrance drifted across the mountain gate of the Fate Heaven Sect.
Though faint and elegant, it was exceptionally captivating, making one unable to resist drawing closer.
Several sect disciples could no longer suppress the restless stirring in their Inner Hearts. They rose to their feet and followed it.
"Wake up!"
A trace of shock flashed through Teng Song's eyes. He sensed a strand of Saint's intent wrapped within it. Even at his peak, he would have Trembled beneath such pressure.
Could it be the Sect Master?
Or that Phoenix Clan expert?
He had never heard of a Saint emerging among the Phoenix Clan.
Or was it merely someone at the peak of the quasi-Saint realm?
Even quasi-Saints found it difficult to create a Saint phenomenon. Only those at the pinnacle had the slightest possibility.
Fortunately, this Saint phenomenon did not seem directed at anyone. It simply spread naturally, and for the moment, he could still suppress its influence.
After all, his divine soul had once been immensely powerful as well.
At that moment, he suddenly gained a vague understanding of his sect's strength. Ye Tian and the Phoenix Clan expert both seemed to be shrouded in an even deeper mystery.
With a thunderous roar, he awakened the several disciples who had been bewitched.
The disciples were drenched in cold sweat and hurriedly thanked Teng Song.
More than a dozen of them stood together, lifting their gazes toward the distance, toward an extremely concealed place.
Faintly, the fragrance seemed to have come from there.
Now, everyone had been bewildered to some degree. In such a short time, it had affected them all.
They all held expectations in their hearts, wanting to see what had happened there and who was there.
Yet none of them dared approach. They still