Storms continued to rage across the Eastern Wilderness, but Qin Sheng never stepped out of Shaking Light Holy Land again. Even Shaking Light's disciples rarely saw their own Saint Lord.
Still, no one thought anything had happened to Qin Sheng. Saint Lord Qin had just slain a Sage King against all odds—how imposing was that? He had to be doing just fine.
After the battle involving the Slaughter Saint King ended, the Primordial Creatures once more sank into relative obscurity.
Although the identities of both sides in that battle had become clear, the aura of a Great Emperor had undeniably appeared. The Ancient Clan could not determine whether the "Supreme Deity" had descended that night.
Qin Sheng was the only survivor of the encirclement, and only he knew the truth. The Ancient Clan could hardly storm Shaking Light Holy Land and force Saint Lord Qin to answer them.
After much deliberation, the Primordial Creatures finally made a decision:
They would maintain a low profile overall. While avoiding large-scale conflicts with the Human Race, they would continue hunting the Beidou Three Scourges and probe the "Supreme Deity."
Let the Beidou Three Scourges suffer a little longer; the Primordial Creatures would bear the infamy.
Time slowly passed amid this peculiar atmosphere, and before long, two months went by.
At Shaking Light Holy Land, Village of Heaven finally bared its fangs one night after all this time spent preparing.
The world was pitch-black. Even the stars and moon had lost their glow, and one could not see a hand before one's face.
Two figures moved beneath the cover of night, flickering like ghosts. One moment they were still at the horizon; the next, they had arrived amid a stretch of barren mountains.
"This is the place." A black-clad man spoke in a hoarse