By the time Liu Wuxie returned to the Heavenly Dragon Sect, it was already deep into the night. Back in his courtyard, he sat down cross-legged, yet he did not begin cultivating as images flashed one after another before his eyes.0

"The Ancestral Tree has been warning me repeatedly in the past few days. The warning means a grave danger is approaching, but what is it?" he murmured to himself.0

Aside from the Lingqiong Clan, no one in the Heavenly Dragon Sect would dare to kill him. He had become the sect master's disciple, so who would dare lay a hand on him? Even if the Lingqiong Clan wanted him dead, they still wouldn't dare to make a move within the Heavenly Dragon Sect. 0

It raised a single question—where was the danger coming from?0

"The True Martial Continent!" Liu Wuxie's eyes snapped open as a terrifying chill radiated from him.0

Since the danger wasn't from within the Heavenly Dragon Sect, it could only be within the True Martial Continent. He began to wonder whether the True Martial Continent itself was facing a great crisis.0

Countless continents drifted through the universe, like the True Martial Continent, and the Sacred Ground was one of them. Many such continents supported countless lifeforms, with their overall strength varying according to each continent's...0