The story split in two.
After leaving the Ten Thousand Treasure Tower, Jun Ling Yuan hurried straight toward Tianwu Hall without stopping.
Relying on that wisp of divine sense, he pinpointed the location in an instant, transformed into a black-feathered spirit bird, and silently slipped into the hall.
At that moment, deep within the layers of mountains, there was a secluded valley.
Hundreds of burly young men stood on strict guard. Every one of them was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with eyes as sharp as eagles'. No matter how slight the disturbance, nothing could escape their scrutiny.
Even the Immortal Dynasty's imperial guards would have praised them as iron-blooded men.
Yet compared with the middle-aged man at their head, their imposing presence was still considerably inferior.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze as deep as an abyss. Though his aura was restrained, he naturally possessed an awe-inspiring majesty that seized the soul.
His broad shoulders and back seemed capable of bearing the wind and thunder of the Nine Heavens, inspiring awe in all who saw him.
Throughout Tianwu Hall, there was only one person with such might.
The Tianwu Hall Master, Li Kuangtao!
This martial-path overlord, whose fame shook the eight directions, had abandoned his usual composure at this moment. His eyes were locked tightly on the front, his brows filled with solemnity.
Following his gaze, at the place where spiritual energy gathered in the valley, there was actually a strange Immortal Pool.
The pool was split between Yin and Yang, with light and darkness each occupying one side. Black and white qi intertwined like swimming dragons, surging toward the upright figure at the pool's center.
This person was none other than the Little Martial Saint.
Under repeated tempering by the Yin Yang Laws, his skin had