Retracting the Purple Radiance and Dragon Sword, Leo exhaled deeply. His face was pale, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Leo took out a small white jade bottle from his person, poured out three pills, and swallowed them.
As the three spiritual pills were digested and absorbed, Leo’s complexion and breath improved.
With a wave of his right hand, a Storage Sack flew from Saul’s corpse into Leo’s hand.
There should be many valuable items in this Storage Sack. He would check it later.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Leo flew back to the Seven Stars Sect on his sword.
Although Saul, Tristen, and Lawson were dead, the crisis on Earth had only just begun.
Saul and his companions came from a sect called Bloodsoul Sect in the Southern Marches of the Awakened Continent.
The Bloodsoul Sect was a medium-sized sect, and Saul and his companions were core disciples. Saul was a direct disciple of Elder Dorian.
As core disciples, they each had a life token.
Once they died, the Bloodsoul Sect would undoubtedly know and trace their whereabouts, discovering the spatial rift above the vast grassland and eventually arriving on Earth.
If the strong ones from Bloodsoul Sect descended, it was easy to imagine the fate Earth would face.
Leo was not one to sit and wait for death. Before the Bloodsoul Sect’s strong ones arrived, he would gather all his strength and fight to the death if necessary.
Awakened Continent, within the Southern Marches.
The so-called Awakened Continent was actually the largest continent on a planet more than twice the size of Earth.
If Earth’s astronomers were given the coordinates of the Awakened Continent’s planet, they would not be surprised by the existence of life there.
Because astronomers had already discovered that planet and named it Kepler 22B.
Kepler 22B was located in the constellation Cygnus, about 638 light-years from Earth.
On the Awakened Continent, spiritual cultivation was prevalent. Countless cultivators pursued the Dao and sought to ascend to the immortal realm, advancing tirelessly on the path of spiritual cultivation.
Thus, on the vast Awakened Continent, there were countless spiritual cultivation sects and families, as well as human dynasties ruling various regions.
Besides humans, there were also demonkin who rivaled humans in power.
As for fiends, they were actually a branch of both humans and demonkin. In other words, fiends included both humans and monsters.
In addition to humans and demonkin, there were also sea tribes occupying the vast oceans.
The Southern Marches, as the name implied, was located at the southernmost end of the Awakened Continent.
The grassland where the spatial rift appeared was also located in the Southern Marches and was called the Southern Marches Grassland.
The spiritual energy in the Southern Marches Grassland was sparser compared to other places, and there were no cultivation resources, so few cultivators explored it.
Surrounding the Southern Marches Grassland were lush mountains with spiritual cultivation sects and numerous human cities.
In the Southern Marches Mountains, there was a mountain called Floating Spirit Mountain. The spiritual energy there was abundant, making it the location of the Bloodsoul Sect’s headquarters.
As a medium-sized sect, Bloodsoul Sect had several Spirit Saint realm experts overseeing it, commanding great power in the region.
Many small forces and minor spiritual cultivation families were affiliated with Bloodsoul Sect.
In a side hall of Bloodsoul Sect.
Two servant disciples were cleaning and organizing.
This side hall was called Souljade Palace, where Souljade Tokens of elite disciples and above were kept.
Dozens of Souljade Tokens were neatly arranged. As long as a Souljade Token remained intact, it indicated that its owner was safe and sound.
The two servant disciples were performing routine duties today and did not even glance at the Souljade Tokens because they had never seen one break since taking over this job.
Just as they finished cleaning and were about to leave, they heard two crisp cracking sounds.
The sound was so distinct that they simultaneously looked in its direction.
To their shock, two Souljade Tokens had cracked and shattered among the neatly arranged tokens.
They exchanged horrified glances as if witnessing something unbelievable.
“Talon, it’s Lawson and Tristen’s Souljade Tokens!” one of the servant disciples exclaimed in terror.
“How could Lawson and Tristen’s Souljade Tokens break? Could it be that they…” Talon did not finish his sentence. They knew well what broken Souljade Tokens meant.
“We must report this to the elders and sect master immediately!” Talon said urgently.
As they turned to run outside, they heard another crisp cracking sound.
They stopped abruptly and rushed back to look at the Souljade Tokens again.
“Saul’s life Souljade Token has also shattered!” The two servant disciples’ eyes widened in shock once more. The horror on their faces was evident.
Saul was one of Bloodsoul Sect’s top three genius disciples and a key figure nurtured by the sect.
Saul’s strength had reached the upper Spirit King realm and he was likely to step into the Spirit Saint realm within two years!
Such a genius disciple’s Souljade Token had shattered!
The breaking of Saul’s Souljade Token signified his death without a doubt.
Who killed him? Who dared to kill a genius disciple nurtured by Bloodsoul Sect!?
Saul was Elder Dorian’s direct disciple and his most prized student. Elder Dorian treated him like his own child.
If Elder Dorian learned of Saul’s death, who knew how furious he would become or what consequences would follow…
The two servant disciples did not hesitate any longer. They ran out of Souljade Palace. One went to report to the sect master while the other went to inform Elder Dorian.
Near the peak of Skydrift Mountain was a tranquil courtyard where various spiritual herbs were planted.
Talon swallowed nervously before knocking on the wooden door with trembling hands.
Inside the courtyard, an emaciated old man was tending to the plants.
The old man’s face was chiseled like stone, with a faint blood-colored mark between his brows.
The aura he unintentionally emitted was immensely powerful.
“Come in.” Hearing the knock, the old man spoke without looking up.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he knew it was an ordinary disciple at the door.
Unless something significant happened, ordinary disciples would not dare disturb him.
Talon took a deep breath before pushing open the wooden door with gritted teeth.
“What is it?” The old man continued tending to his herbs without looking at Talon.
“Elder Dorian, Saul… he…” Under Elder Dorian’s invisible pressure, Talon stuttered nervously.
“What about Saul?” Mentioning Saul made Elder Dorian look up at Talon, increasing Talon’s pressure even more.