“I fought Zhang Lei for more than half a month, but the winner couldn’t be decided even after we exhausted our means. In the end, we left ourselves and the battle ended.”

Cang Yuan sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak towering into the clouds. He looked at Wan Zu, Zi Xiao, Zhao Yuan and the other Saints and said gravely, “The subspace that Zhou Yuan was in charge of had been completely destroyed in my battle with prime saint Zhang Lei, but unfortunately, two central areas have fallen into the Sacred Race’s hand.

“The Sacred Race’s attacks on Cangxuan Heaven might stop for a period because they likely didn’t expect my appearance. The army they dispatched to attack Cangxuan Heaven wouldn’t be strong enough, so they would have to...