This grueling era only ended ten years ago.
Thus, before ten years ago, countless geniuses were stuck at the True Realm. Anyone who managed to become an Ancient Saint during that time was a genius who could astound an entire realm. Over those thirty thousand years, who knows how many geniuses lamented being born at the wrong time!
RUMBLE—RUMBLE—RUMBLE— A roar echoed from the horizon. Suddenly, a troop of iron cavalry galloped through the air. They shattered the Void, the Divine Steeds beneath them moving like lightning. Covering hundreds of miles in an instant, they left long afterimages in the Void. This iron cavalry shot across the sky like streaks of light and shadow.
NEIGH— With a long cry, the iron cavalry, like a torrent of steel, came to an instant halt above the cliff. The entire troop numbered nearly a thousand, yet they stopped in a perfectly neat formation, their movements as smooth and graceful as flowing clouds and water.
