...
The wind howled and the snow raged.
The world was a vast expanse of white, the view obscured and hazy.
It was the dead of winter, yet within the Fang Clan's domain, it was as warm as spring and incredibly lively.
Even the festive atmosphere of the New Year couldn't compare to their current joy.
Because the Fang Clan had produced a Saint!
Fang Yang!
Fang Yang had lived up to everyone's expectations and become a Saint.
A Saint was an extraordinary, transcendent being, practically a mortal god.
With a single thought, they could alter the heavens and make mountains crumble.
Such power was terrifying, enough to drive the cultivators of the Mortal Realm to despair.
Even ten thousand Mortal Cultivators would find it impossible to withstand a single one of a Saint's Divine Techniques.
Even within a superpower like the Golden Clan, a single Saint was enough to guarantee a clan branch's prosperity for a thousand years!
