It should be rare to see any traces of humans in the endless mountain range. However, a certain valley amongst the mountains was currently filled with people, making it appear exceptionally busy.

On a mountain outside the valley, two figures stood atop a pine tree with their hands behind their backs. Powerful Genesis Qi surged around them, as an overwhelming pressure pulsed from their bodies.

Both individuals wore white robes, their sleeves decorated with the emblem of a majestic floating palace, the mark of the Sacred Palace.

The one on the left was called Wang Yuan, while the one on the right was known as Ning Mo.

There were ten halls in the Sacred Palace. These two were chief disciples of their respective halls, and commanded rather high status in the sect.

“These Cangxuan Sect disciples don’t seem to be good at anything but hiding in their shells like a tortoise.” The young man called Wang Yuan was tall and well-built. He carried a black metal club on his back that was covered in faint Genesis Runes.

At this current moment, he was looking at the valley before them with indifference. A giant Genesis Rune boundary rose above the valley, completely...