Since ancient times, the Saint Realm had been a realm unlike any other.
Once one entered the Saint Realm, one was no longer mortal.
Saints and non-saints were beings of entirely different dimensions. The essence of their lives had undergone a heaven-and-earth transformation.
Whether it was the saints of the Shrouding the Heavens era or those of the Chaotic Ancient Era (Void Dao), they were utterly different from those in the realms before them.
Saints were like gods and demons.
In the Sacred Ruins era, although Sub-Saints of the Pollen Evolution Path were not true Saints, they already possessed some of their traits, including saintly might.
They could look down upon all beings below the Saint Rank.
At earlier stages of Cultivation, someone of a lower realm might still defy the odds and slay an immortal. But at the threshold of the Human Saint, that was all but impossible.
The gulf was like a chasm between heaven and earth, impossible to cross.
Now, Sub-Saint-level beings had descended upon Earth's Outer Space—and three had arrived at once.
One sat inside a carriage drawn by an azure wolf, sweeping across the starry sky.
Wherever the carriage passed, the stars trembled. Suffocating pressure spread outward, threatening to stop hearts in their chests.
Inside sat a man who looked to be in his thirties. His golden hair was braided and draped over his body.
Golden divine light shot from his eyes, severing the void and annihilating matter.
Around him, it seemed as though a Different Dimension had opened, filled with rosy light, auspicious clouds, and heavenly thunder.
"Greetings, Lord Golden Wolf, Sub-Saint!"
Respectful voices rose from the fleet of warships among the stars. The aliens active on the moon also bowed to the Sub-Saint.
This Sub-Saint came from the Wolf Race of the Heavenly