“The matter the sect needs your help with.”Those words made Darian Kaelthorn’s eyes narrow a little.Not dramatically. Just enough to notice.He still didn’t fully understand what it meant, but something about the Black and White Holy Master’s tone stuck in his mind. Calm, yes… but there was weight underneath it. The kind of calm that hides seriousness, you don’t ignore.Whatever “help” meant here, it definitely wasn’t something small.Before he could think further, ten disciples spoke at once.“Please rest assured, Holy Master. If the sect needs us, we will do everything within our power.”No hesitation. Not even a pause.Their voices were firm, almost instinctive.Sure, questions were still there. Anyone could feel that. But nobody looked like they were backing out.And honestly, it made sense.After coming into the Heaven’s Path Sacred Dao, they had seen too much already—its foundation, its terrifying depth, the kind of power it held casually.The more they saw, the clearer it bec

The Black and White Holy Lord’s arrival didn’t really shake the Mission Hall the way one might expect.Most disciples didn’t even react.It was like he just… wasn’t there for them.But Darian Kaelthorn noticed something different right away.Every elder in the hall had already lowered their heads slightly toward him. Not dramatic. Not obvious. Just a small gesture—but it carried full respect.The kind you don’t miss if you’re paying attention.“Greetings, Holy Lord…”Darian Kaelthorn and the other nine disciples immediately cupped their fists and bowed together.Their voices echoed cleanly through the hall.Only then did the Holy Lord glance at them.Calm eyes. Slow sweep across each of them. Like he was checking their condition without saying a word.And when he saw that faint green glow still lingering around their bodies, a trace of satisfaction appeared.“It seems all of you have successfully refined the Green Origin Fruit. Your cultivation has improved as well. Not bad.”He pause

“Something wrong?”Ye Wuque suddenly stopped walking, which made Du Tian look at him a bit puzzled.“It’s nothing big,” Ye Wuque said casually. “Just saw something interesting. You guys head back to the disciple quarters first. I’ll stay in the mission hall a bit longer.”Du Tian glanced at the others, then shrugged. No one asked further questions. They turned and left.Ye Wuque didn’t follow.Instead, he drifted toward the crowd ahead.More than a hundred disciples had gathered there, packed tightly into a circle. All eyes were locked on whatever was happening in the middle.As he got closer, he first noticed a young man standing stiffly in place. His face was tight, clearly unwilling to accept what was happening.Then Ye Wuque saw it.About three meters away, a man in a cyan martial robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Calm. Composed. Beside him was a simple stall. On it, three scrolls lay neatly arranged, each one a different color.And one scroll was already floating in fr

Zhai Qing suddenly shot up from his seat.Just like that, the entire area went dead silent.It wasn’t just the movement. That alone was enough to pull every single gaze toward him. But what really made people uneasy was his face.Shock. Disbelief. And something like uncontrolled excitement all tangled together.He didn’t look like a calm battle formation instructor anymore. Not even close. Honestly, he looked like someone who had just seen something that shouldn’t exist.No one understood what had triggered it.Most of the crowd had been focused on Ziling earlier. Her performance had already stolen the spotlight on the eastern training ground, so much so that people had almost forgotten something important.Darian Kaelthorn was still there.And when Zhai Qing’s eyes snapped toward him, everyone instinctively followed.That’s when everything changed.The air itself felt different.Faces stiffened all at once.Right in front of Darian Kaelthorn—who was sitting cross-legged in total sile

Ziling came from a well-known family in the Central Continent. Not the kind that just had a name—her ancestors actually produced a Battle Formation Grandmaster once. That legacy had faded over time, sure, but pieces of it were still tucked away in the clan like old treasures nobody dared to throw out.From childhood, she was already obsessed with battle formations.While other kids were running around, messing with basic training, she was stuck with broken scrolls. Half-burned notes. Incomplete diagrams. The kind of stuff most people would call useless. But she didn’t see it that way. She tried to rebuild them, piece by piece, like solving a puzzle that never fully fit.Her talent wasn’t the kind that shocked the world at first glance. Not flashy. Not explosive. Just steady. Sharp. Built over years and years of quiet effort.That persistence earned her a name before she even joined the Myriad Heavens Sacred Dao. Within ten thousand miles, people already called her a “young formation g