A genius rarely seen in the outside world might barely qualify to sweep the floors in a sacred land.
That was why every sacred land produced prodigies in abundance.
Any disciple who walked out of one might surpass the core heir of an ordinary top-tier sect.
The last time they had heard of someone from a sacred land taking action was five hundred years ago, when an elder from the Heavenly Profound Sacred Land had appeared and faced eight Spirit Transformation experts alone.
It had taken only a single breath.
All eight had been slapped into meat paste.
Back then, even the ground throughout that mountain range had been stained red with blood.
The reason people from the sacred lands rarely appeared was simply that they did not want to get on the Emperor Pavilion's bad side.
But whether the sacred lands actually feared the Emperor Pavilion was hard to say.
There had never been any record of a genuine clash between the Emperor Pavilion and the sacred lands.
Most rumors of great battles were merely passed from mouth to mouth, growing more fantastical with every retelling, until even the storytellers themselves no longer knew whether they were true.
Chun Xiaobai merely curled his lip, paying no attention to the terror on those old fellows' faces.
He knew the sacred lands were mysterious.
But mysterious did not mean invincible, much less that they had no natural enemies.
To his mind, these sacred lands deliberately hid themselves so deeply for no other reason than to keep the world from seeing through them.
Without understanding, people could not figure you out.
And if they could not figure you out, they feared you.
But who was Chun Xiaobai? He never picked soft persimmons to squeeze. If he was going to crack something, it