North Nether Peak.
Inside a quiet chamber, the North Nether Saint sat cross-legged atop an icy jade bed. No aura leaked from his body; it was so faint it was practically nonexistent, as though he had completely merged with the universe.
Clearly, he was within this universe, yet it also seemed as though he was not. It was as if he had transcended this dimension and stood alone in another space, emanating an abstruse and mysterious aura.
"Master."
Xia Ping entered the quiet chamber and respectfully greeted the North Nether Saint. He sensed that the North Nether Saint seemed even more powerful and unfathomable than when he had seen him before.
Simply sitting upon the icy jade bed, he seemed like an entire universe to Xia Ping, bearing traces of birth and destruction. Even his Hell Golden Crow Eye could not discern any mysteries.
Of course, that was also related to the fact that his realm was too low.
"Mm. I've heard about the Demon Battlefield trial this time. You did very well," the North Nether Saint said. He had already learned from the Universe Sect elders what had happened in the Demon Battlefield.
To be honest, he had not thought it difficult for Xia Ping to take first place. But he had never expected Xia Ping's points to reach the highest level in history—unprecedented, and likely never to be surpassed.
After all, slaughtering tens of millions of demons required the right time, the right place, and the right people. Not one could be missing. Without all sorts of factors piling together, accomplishing such a thing would basically have been impossible.
That was why it could be called a miracle.
"Thank you for your praise, Master," Xia Ping said humbly. No matter what, being praised by a Saint was an