"No matter what, bring the Holy Son back first!"
After a brief moment of distraction, the Purple Firmament Sacred Lord immediately issued a firm, decisive order.
"Yes!"
Once the young man in the brocade robe left, silence settled over the holy land.
Not a sound could be heard.
Clouds billowed and rosy mists shimmered within the Purple Sky Holy Land. Haze swirled and spiritual energy surged, making it seem like an immortal paradise.
Yet the Purple Firmament Sacred Lord gazed into the distance, his eyes unfathomable. His thoughts drifted back into the past, wandering who knew where.
It had been a day three years ago.
That day had been no different from any other.
Other holy lands had attacked and seized territory belonging to the Purple Sky Holy Land, so he had led a group of experts to quell the unrest.
The Purple Firmament Holy Son had been among them.
Since the holy land's founding, the Purple Firmament Holy Son had been its undisputed greatest genius!
Not even a hundred years old, he had already ranked among the top twenty on the Heavenly Ranking.
That achievement carried more weight than pure gold.
Every corner of the holy land echoed with tales of him!
The older generation, in particular, kept asking the same question: given time to grow, what terrifying heights would the Holy Son reach?
It was impossible to imagine!
Even the Purple Firmament Sacred Lord had looked forward to it.
But every hope and dream had burst like a bubble during an encirclement in the campaign to quell the unrest.
As it turned out, the other holy lands had invited many supreme experts to join that campaign.
Their original plan had been to surround the Purple Firmament Sacred Lord and kill him.
No matter how powerful the Purple Firmament