The Holy Heavens City was as peaceful as it was, and it was bustling with activity.

Huang Xiaolong couldn’t help but sigh when he looked at the prosperous streets in the city.

Everything that had happened during the time he had left, felt like a dream.

Tens of years ago, he had barely stepped into the Holy Heavens City. He was a mere ant along the street that no one would take notice of. However, he was currently the personal disciple of all four Primal Ancestors of the Holy Heavens organization, and he had even managed to enter the half-True Saint Realm! Not to mention the fact that he had managed to form three holy souls!

“Too bad I still have to think of a way to find more holy herbs….” Huang Xiaolong muttered to himself.

He still had nearly forty holy herbs in his possession, but he felt that the amount...