Xu Zimo raised his head and looked at the colossal entity lying dormant within this world, his heart filled with endless emotion.
No matter how he drifted outside, this place still felt like home. He had grown up here, and his parents were here as well.
When the Dark Sky Tiger entered the sect, the disciples guarding the entrance on both sides immediately stopped it.
"Stop. Who are you?"
Xu Zimo slowly raised his head from the Dark Sky Tiger's back, and the two disciples froze where they stood.
"S-Saint Son, you're back."
Xu Zimo nodded faintly.
"Greetings, Saint Son," the two disciples hurriedly said, bowing and making way for him.
As they watched Xu Zimo's departing figure, the two disciples murmured softly.
"The Saint Son returned at a time like this. I wonder whether he'll participate in this grand competition."
"Probably not. The competition is likely almost over by now."
In truth, the sect attached great importance to this grand competition. After all, the time until the Heavenly Mandate appeared was growing shorter and shorter.
At present, only the Sixth Elder and Seventh Elder were presiding over it on the surface.
Yet on Heavenly Origin Peak, where Sect Master Xiao resided, several of the sect's core elders, including Xu Qingshan, were gathered there.
A massive mirror stood before them, and the progress of the matches was projected onto it with perfect clarity.
As they watched the battles, the core elders commented on them one by one.
"This Gao Xiong has the bloodline of the Ancient Power Bear. He's a fine seedling with boundless potential."
"Unfortunately, only half of his bloodline has awakened. He'll probably lose this match."
"This Ji Baiyu is no simple person. I heard she is a descendant of the Feather Emperor and has learned quite