A day later.
The whale ship from the Primordial Sacred Land sailed across the Eastern Universe, picking up virtually all the geniuses who had joined the Primordial Sacred Land. It was now headed for the Central Universe.
Inside the ship's main hall, numerous geniuses from the Eastern Universe had gathered together.
A middle-aged man in a blue battle robe stood at the front of the hall. The many Primordial Sacred Land disciples stood respectfully before him, devoid of their former arrogance.
Because this middle-aged man was a Saint.
Everyone present felt an overwhelming pressure when facing the man, as though an immense force permeated everything, crushing down from the depths of the void. It seemed as if the entire universe had become their enemy.
Of course, the middle-aged man was not deliberately releasing his pressure. It was simply the powerful aura that naturally emanated from a Saint.
Just a wisp of that aura nearly left everyone unable to breathe. This was the difference in the essence of life itself, as though they had encountered a mighty creature standing at the very top of the food chain.
"The fact that you have been given the chance to join the Primordial Sacred Land proves that you are all geniuses of the human race."
The middle-aged man in the blue battle robe spoke. "However, all of you come from the Eastern Universe and have never been to the Central Universe. I need to remind you of something: the Central Universe is completely different from the other regions of the universe. It is where the universe's core lies, and it is also the Myriad Races Contention Zone, where the elites of countless races throughout the universe gather. Entering the Central Universe is not so simple."
The Eastern Universe prodigies all nodded. They could freely