Chapter 1422
The Three Elders were Grand Sect Elders, the highest authority figures of the Pris 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 Pris left the main hall and headed to the
mountain behind the Pris 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.
Pris appeared before the cliff and looked at the statues before him, his mind in a trance. He
remembered that thest 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, Pris 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.”
Pris appeared before them and nced at the trio before kneeling on the ground.
However, their eyes remained shut. Lifeless and motionless, they were akin to real statues.
“Master… Master…” Pris stood up and shouted.
At that moment, an elderly man moved, and the leaves that were umted 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, Pris cried out, “I’m here to visit you.”
Every Archbishop was called Pris and only Pris. The current Archbishop’s real name was Zekiel
Pris. 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, Pris 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 havee to tell you something.”
Archbishop Pris said, “A few days ago, there was an international martial arts conference on Mount
Olympus…”
Archbishop Pris narrated the chain of events that unfolded to his master. He even mentioned
bringing James to the Pris 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 n 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.
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He looked at the deferential Archbishop Pris.
“Zekiel, this is not a children’s game. ording 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 Pris 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.”