March 2, Year 10024 of the Yulan Calendar.
War God Mountain, west of the imperial capital of the O'Brien Empire.
Another streak of light shot down from high above into the mountain. Once it landed, the light faded into nothing, leaving only a faint ripple in the air that soon dissipated. Over the past fortnight, this scene had repeated more than a dozen times. The people of the imperial capital had gone from initial astonishment to taking it in stride. Occasionally, someone would glance up, then lower their head and return to their business.
Outside a quiet courtyard atop War God Mountain.
This courtyard was where the War God lived when he was not in secluded training. Its walls of bluestone were low, and no guards stood at the entrance, only two old pines, one on either side, their crowns casting a thick patch of shade. More than a dozen people had already gathered in the clearing outside, exchanging greetings in twos and threes.
There were not many of them, but any one of them was a renowned Saint of the O'Brien Empire.
"Caesar, you're here too." A brown-haired middle-aged man greeted the figure who had just landed.
Caesar nodded and swept his gaze around. Suddenly, it stopped-he had spotted a young man he had not seen in years.
Olivier.
Olivier stood beneath an old pine beside the courtyard wall, his arms folded and the longsword on his back still sheathed, his aura completely withdrawn. Without probing him with spiritual energy, one could barely sense that he was a Saint. Over the years, he had long since reached the Saint-level peak and was only a step away from the Saint-level limit. Combined with his fused Battle-qi, even an ordinary expert at the Saint-level limit might not get the better of