"Xia Ping, come over."
Just then, a familiar voice entered Xia Ping's sea of consciousness. Xia Ping immediately sensed that it was a message from his master, the North Nether Saint.
He looked up and saw the North Nether Saint standing in the sky some distance away. Around him stood numerous powerful human Saints, every one of their auras as unfathomable as an abyss.
Especially the few elderly men beside the North Nether Saint—it was as though even the laws of the universe retreated before them, and the very concepts of life and death had vanished from their bodies.
He immediately realized that these old men were clearly human patriarchs comparable to, or perhaps even stronger than, his master. They were peerless overlords of the universe, Saints who had reached the invincible realm.
Whoosh!
With that thought, Xia Ping did not hesitate. His figure flashed, and he instantly arrived beside the North Nether Saint.
"Master."
Xia Ping greeted the North Nether Saint.
Only then did he sense his master's aura. It seemed even more unfathomable than before, as if countless laws of the universe were emerging from his body, already forming flawless laws of a world.
It was as though his master himself was a universe, powerful to a hair-raising degree.
He had originally thought that after advancing to the Immortal Realm, and even after gaining the ability to kill an Early Ancient Saint, he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his master, the North Nether Saint. But seeing him now, he was still far, far behind.
Of course, after Xia Ping advanced to the Immortal Realm, he had greatly narrowed the gap between himself and his master, the North Nether Saint.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
At once, the gazes of many Saints present gathered on Xia Ping.