In a far off place, but still in the Upper Realm, there were two cultivators high in the sky, one fat and one thin, but both were excited. "Fat Bro, we’re going to become disciples of both the Progenitor of Bloodlines and the Progenitor of Combat!"

"That’s right, Skinny Bro. The day has finally come. We just need to place in the top ten of this ZENITH, right? That’s too easy."

"Fat Bro, I've decided that I won't eat before the competition. I’ll get even thinner. That way, I’ll definitely make it into the top ten."

"Skinny Bro, you’re already very thin. Hey, you actually look a lot thinner than yesterday."

"Really? Fat Bro, you’re definitely a lot fatter than yesterday."

"Hahaha, really? Skinny Bro, let's work together to become disciples of the two Progenitors. When the time comes, we’ll roam the universe. Forget the Fifth Mainland—not even those monsters will be our opponents."

"Fat Bro, let's work together."

"Skinny Bro, you’ve inspired me! Let's work together."

…

At this moment, another voice was heard throughout the Upper Realm that rendered everyone from the Sixth Mainland utterly speechless. "I am the Progenitor of Secret Arts."

When the Progenitor of Secret Arts spoke, everyone from the Sixth Mainland felt numb. Of their three Progenitors, the Progenitor of Secret Arts had always been the most mysterious, and he rarely ever appeared openly. He had created more secret techniques than the other two Progenitors combined.

Many people wished...