The Sacred Palace.

Before the mist-shrouded cliffs, a white robed figure was sat quietly on a blue-green boulder, exuding an indescribable oppressive pressure. It was as if this piece of the world was being suppressed by him.

The white robed figure slowly opened his eyes, revealing his silver pupils that were indifferent and ruthless, like a divine being.

It was Palace Master Sheng Yuan of the Sacred Palace.

“Trash, I wasted so much resources to refine a blood ...