The northern area of the Shengzhou Continent, Sacred Palace.

Majestic white buildings adorned the mountain ranges like snowflakes, while a feeling of high security enveloped the area.

Mist swirled around a cliff where a figure was seated. A large robe was draped over his body, revealing only his silver hair and silver pupils that made him appear mysterious and unfathomable.

It was palace master Sheng Yuan.

He was currently holding a bamboo pole that stretched over the edge of the cliff, while a white thread hung from it.

Below the cliff was a great violently churning river. The river had a dusky hue, and a baleful aura rose from it. One would just barely be able to make out enormous black shadows streaking past below the surface. However, when these menacing black shadows zipped past below, they seemed to sense a terrifying all-powerful aura from above, causing them...