“Father wants to see me? Do you know what it’s about?” Hun Dishan asked.

The deacon shook his head before leading Hun Dishan to the Soul Tribe’s main hall.

Inside the hall was a tall middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back, exuding a regal air that raised a palpable feeling of awe in others.

This middle-aged man was none other than the Soul Tribe Patriarch, Hun Yueyang.

“Father,” Hun Dishan stopped a few feet from his father and respectfully greeted.

Hun Yueyang had his back to Hun Dishan, nodding once, “You’re here.” His calm and majestic voice sounded as he turned around. His eyes resembled the timeless stars, so bright that no one dared to look at them directly.

Hun Dishan lowered his head.

“I have a task for you. You need to head to the Extraterritorial Devil Battlefield.” Hun Yueyang...