Gale-force winds descended from the highest heavens.
Snowflakes swirled everywhere, carrying a chill that seeped through every crack and assailed everything without restraint.
Cries of astonishment erupted atop the silver-white Wuwang Peak. One burning gaze after another, filled with surprise, shock, and curiosity, turned toward the figure seated cross-legged.
Third on the Heaven Ranking-the Myriad Calamities Daoist!
Even after seeing such eminent figures as Yuwen Xuan, heir to the King of Wu-Yue, the Profound Ice Sect Master, and Yu Linfeng, everyone present was still shaken by the Myriad Calamities Daoist's sudden appearance.
Though he had risen to fame only recently, his achievements were utterly terrifying. In just two battles, he had subdued the Vajra Temple and crippled the Red Lotus Cult. Treading upon the prestige those two great powers had amassed over centuries, he had established himself as a Grandmaster.
Thus, when the Heaven Ranking was released, he had gone straight into the top three, even placing above the Sword Saint, whose pill arts were unrivaled.
Who would dare disregard such a supreme figure?
Especially now, with rival warlords carving up the realm, every major power hungered for experts, whether to expand its territory or simply defend itself.
If they could establish a connection with a Grandmaster like the Myriad Calamities Daoist, they need not even hope to recruit him-that was unrealistic. The slightest favorable inclination from him would be enough to grant them tremendous influence.
Even Yuan Nutao, who had shattered a boulder several times a man's height with one strike and now stood wreathed in billowing white vapor, briefly froze when he looked over.
In that moment of distraction, the faint sound of robes cutting through the wind reached his ears.
Something flashed before Yuan Nutao's eyes. A black-robed man brushed past his shoulder and landed ahead like