Chapter 1422

The Three Elders were Grand Sect Elders, the highest authority figures of the Polaris Sect.

Theoretically speaking, even the Archbishop would have to be deferential toward them. However, the

Three Elders had been sitting around doing nothing for decades. They did not concern themselves with

the affairs of the sect.

After a discussion with a few Sect Elders, Archbishop Polaris left the main hall and headed to the

mountain behind the Polaris Sect.

There was a cliff near the mountain. On the foot of the mountain, there was a simple-looking wooden

house. In front of the house, three statues could be seen.

Polaris appeared before the cliff and looked at the statues before him, his mind in a trance. He

remembered that the last time he was here was thirty years ago. In the blink of an eye, thirty years had

passed.

After briefly staring at the statues, he leaped into the air and flew toward the house. Soon, he arrived at

the house. Upon closer inspection, Polaris realized that the statues were actually humans. They were

three elderly people-two men and one woman. Their clothing was ragged and tattered, and moss and

invasive weeds grew in the surroundings. Even their heads were covered with dead leaves. It was

apparent that they had been sitting here for a very long time.

“Greetings, my fellow masters.”

Polaris appeared before them and glanced at the trio before kneeling on the ground.

However, their eyes remained shut. Lifeless and motionless, they were akin to real statues.

“Master… Master…” Polaris stood up and shouted.

At that moment, an elderly man moved, and the leaves that were accumulated on his head fell to the

ground. He opened his eyes, which revealed his old age.

“You’re here, Zekiel,” the elderly man spoke. His voice was hoarse. It seemed that he had not spoken

in a very long time. He had almost forgotten how to speak.

“Master…” Delighted, Polaris cried out, “I’m here to visit you.”

Every Archbishop was called Polaris and only Polaris. The current Archbishop’s real name was Zekiel

Polaris. Meanwhile, the man before him was his master.

“How long have I been sitting here for?” the elderly man asked, his expression dazed. It seemed that

he had lost track of time.

After a brief moment, Polaris said, “Master, it’s been thirty years. Your strength must have reached

even greater heights.

The elderly man sighed and said, “My life is hanging by a thread. I should have been dead a long time

ago. By cultivating the Deadwood Martial Technique, I only managed to linger out my life.”

“Master, I have come to tell you something.”

Archbishop Polaris said, “A few days ago, there was an international martial arts conference on Mount

Olympus…”

Archbishop Polaris narrated the chain of events that unfolded to his master. He even mentioned

bringing James to the Polaris Sect.

“Master, our sect’s signature martial art skill is recorded inside the Sacred Fire Cavern. All these years,

though the sect has been developing rapidly, we are still severely underperforming. We can and should

be the strongest sect in the world. To show the world the glory of signature martial art skill within the

Sacred Fire Cavern, I plan to bring an outsider into the cavern and learn about the martial art skill

together.”

Upon hearing this, the elderly man’s expression turned grim.

He looked at the deferential Archbishop Polaris.

“Zekiel, this is not a children’s game. According to tradition, only the Archbishops can enter the Sacred

Fire Cavern. By inviting outsiders into the cavern, you’re breaking the rules left behind by our

ancestors.” “Master, times have changed. Don’t you wish to witness the glory of the Polaris Sect before

your demise? In the ancient text, it’s recorded that our founder headed to Stacheul in Sol. Though it

was recorded that he traveled there to learn about martial arts on the surface, the truth was that he

challenged and defeated many powerful Solean martial artists. However, a millennium has passed, and

powerful martial artists have emerged in Sol. Meanwhile, the signature martial art skill of our sect is lost

to history.”