“This is true, but whenever any profession reaches the level of transcending the ordinary and attaining sainthood, they will receive gifts from the Immortal Realm—thirty-six times in a row. Even without prior cultivation, their immortal body would be nearly perfected! Coupled with the fusion of the Sacred Dao, they can remember anything at a glance, and as long as they begin cultivating, their progress will be incredibly fast.”

　　Thoughts flickered one after another.

　　No one knew that the names and honorifics carved on these tombstones were all real. The Walker Sect was not for suppressing immortals, but was actually an immortal tomb!

　　Buried within the tomb were a group of saints who had reached the pinnacle of a certain skill, yet died for unknown reasons!

　　Unaware of their conversations, for the past ten years, Samuel Clark and these lingering souls had only ever discussed matters of skill, never anything else. As for the so-called Immortal Realm or Qianyuan Continent, he knew nothing at all.

　　He also didn’t realize that what he was learning was not a punishment, but another form of cultivation—one that would even astonish people in the Immortal Realm.

　　Knowing nothing, he was now standing outside the forbidden area, staring in shock at the sky as colorful clouds rolled overhead.

　　Not only him, but even those who came to greet him, Ethan Brooks and Robert Scott, were full of confusion.

　　Just a moment ago, the sky was clear—how did it suddenly change?

　　Countless colorful clouds gathered together, and under the sunlight, auspicious rays and brilliant lights filled the sky, gradually forming a giant character—“圣” (“Saint”)!

　　It was as if the world was welcoming the emergence of a saint.

Chapter Two: Auspicious Clouds Descend from Heaven, A Saint Is Born

　　The Clark Sect.

　　The foremost of the ten great sects in Dayan Prefecture.

　　Countless rays of light arched across the sky like rainbows, immortal cranes frolicked among the white clouds, and the spiritual energy in the surroundings visibly formed a long river, suspended between the mountains.

　　A gentle breeze blew, bells chimed softly, and the scene was one of pure immortality.

　　At that moment—

　　In Yunhua Hall, the statues of predecessors who represented the pinnacle of various skills suddenly shone with dazzling light, trembling nonstop, as if in some kind of worship, or perhaps filled with excitement and anticipation.

　　Thunderous rumbles echoed through the heavens and earth.

　　Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

　　One powerful cultivator after another flew out from their rooms, hovering in the air, staring at the boiling clouds in the sky, too shocked to speak.

　　“Auspicious clouds descend from heaven, a saint is born…”

　　An elder’s eyes widened as he muttered to himself.

　　Sect Master Martin Cooper, one of the most powerful figures in Dayan Prefecture.

　　“Only when one’s cultivation or a particular skill is mastered to an unsurpassed level and fused with the Great Dao can one be called a ‘Saint.’ Such an event hasn’t occurred on Qianyuan Continent for ten thousand years.”

　　“The light seems to be right above us. Could it be that a saint has appeared in Dayan Prefecture?”

　　Among the ten regions of the Nine Provinces, Dayan Prefecture ranked last and was the most impoverished. Even if a saint were to appear on Qianyuan Continent, it would definitely be in places like Daqian Prefecture or Dayuan Prefecture—how could it possibly be here?

　　Buzz!

　　As the discussions continued, the colorful clouds in the sky suddenly changed. The character “圣” (“Saint”) transformed into thirty-six rays of light, illuminating the world and dyeing the surroundings in a myriad of colors.

　　It was as if the heavens and earth were torn open by the dazzling light, and countless vital energies converged like a tidal wave, surging endlessly.

　　Everyone was stunned.

　　When a saint is born, even if there is light, there is only one. How could so many appear at once? Could it be that thirty-six saints appeared simultaneously?

　　If that were the case, the entire Qianyuan Continent would have been in an uproar long ago, not as silent as it was now.

　　“With the turmoil at Biluohai lately, Elder White just sent word that it seems a certain seal has been broken and a super demon has escaped… Could it be that an immortal artifact or sacred medicine left behind to suppress the demon has appeared?”

　　An elder couldn’t help but say.

　　“Very likely…”

　　Martin Cooper nodded.

　　He had heard about this as well and still found it strange, but for now, it seemed the best explanation.

　　……

　　“Auspicious clouds descend from heaven, a saint is born. If only this saint were in our sect…”

　　Inside the main hall of The Walker Sect, many elders had yet to leave. Elder William Grant looked up at the sky with a bitter smile.

　　If a saint appeared in their sect, all their problems would be solved, and they would no longer have to worry so much.

　　“Do you think… it could be Uncle Junior?” asked Elder Edward Harris.

　　“You really dare to imagine!”

　　Shaking his head, Elder William Grant said, “To be called a saint, one’s cultivation must at least reach the Void Immortal Realm, and one must have achieved an extraordinary level in a certain profession or skill. Uncle Junior is only eighteen years old—even if he started learning from birth, how far could he possibly have come?”

　　“I was being unrealistic!”

　　Elder Harris gave a wry smile.

　　They had just gone to invite Uncle Junior out of seclusion, and now these auspicious clouds appeared. It was hard not to overthink, but on careful consideration, it was simply too far-fetched—practically impossible!

　　Even with an innate Dao body and immortal bloodline, he’s only cultivated for ten years. How could he possibly become a saint?

　　Buzz!

　　As the two spoke, the colorful clouds and radiant light in the sky suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, thunderclouds gathered, the colorful clouds turned dark, and countless raindrops fell from the heavens.

　　Breathing a sigh of relief, Elder William Grant said, “When a saint is born, the auspicious clouds should shine for a whole day. It’s only been a short while, and now they’ve turned to dark clouds. Perhaps it’s the appearance of some special treasure!”

　　……

　　Scenes like this were happening simultaneously in countless sects. To be honest, not only did many powerful figures not believe a saint had been born, even Samuel Clark didn’t believe it.

　　At this moment, he looked up at the colorful clouds in the sky, unable to help but marvel.