What he had to do was escort his sect's genius safely, and chop off the claws of anyone who dared reach out in the shadows.
Elsewhere, another old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Starry Sky before him. Not a trace of aura leaked from his body; he seemed like a true mortal.
"They've come. The storm is about to break. Go—send someone to follow him in secret."
At these words, the middle-aged man beside the old man stiffened. Their ancestor had truly made up his mind to place his bet this time, but he had no reason to refuse.
"Yes."
The middle-aged man turned and left after speaking.
This time, they were truly going to escort Ye Lin safely.
This time, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect had not chosen to support their own sect's genius, but an outsider instead.
It was simply absurd.
After all, an outsider was still an outsider—far less useful than one of their own.
But this was the ancestor's decision. No one in the entire Shu Mountain Sword Sect dared object.
At this moment, streaks of light were madly streaming into the Central Continent.
The once-peaceful Central Continent was now a surging sea beneath rising winds and clouds. One genius after another emerged from their secluded cultivation grounds. They had cultivated in seclusion for a thousand years precisely for this moment.
At this moment, no one could stop them. Whoever came would be killed.
A lavishly extravagant long vessel suddenly sailed out of the tranquil Starry Sky. At its forefront, three strange beasts at the peak of the True Immortal Realm pulled it forward.
The beasts had four hooves, their bodies wreathed in blazing flames, with single horns growing from their heads.
A young man reclined on his side atop