The bleak, biting wind howled as yellow sand swept across the sky!
The arena battles in the Heavenly Prodigy Battlefield gradually drew to a close. Only one outstanding prodigy remained standing in each arena—except for one, where a young prodigy at the Golden Core Late Stage stood alone.
Among the fifty arenas, that figure in azure robes alone became the focus of countless eyes. His plain yet handsome face was now deeply etched into everyone's minds, impossible to forget.
No one could forget that today, a young prodigy at the Golden Core Late Stage had broken the convention. Relying on his own strength, he had slain an outstanding figure at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, truly earning his qualification to enter the great battlefield—the final altar battle.
"The Nine Palaces Sword Art, the Snow Studio Sword Art, the Heavenly Eye Treasure Art... Where exactly did this man come from? How can he possess so many powerful divine arts?" A cultivator in the crowd stood dazed, still unable to recover his senses.
"People from Heartless Valley said that he also possesses the Divine Silkworm Seal!" another person said. Yet it no longer provoked an uproar, because everyone already knew it.
An elderly man from the Divine Silkworm Clan frowned. He too knew that this youth had obtained his clan's treasure art, but they had failed to find any trace of him over the past two years. The Southern Continent and Eastern Wasteland were simply too vast.
"The Divine Silkworm Seal—we will reclaim it," the old man said. His voice was utterly calm, yet it carried an attitude that brooked no doubt.
"In the third round, once he leaves the altar, he will no longer be protected from death. I believe all of you are interested in the Snow Studio Sword Art