Vatican City, located at the heart of Salvadoran, is an ancient sacred site that even extraterrestrial gods dare not occupy.

The area here is so vast that it is one of the best-preserved grotto-heavens on Earth.

Here, the sacred mountains rise one after another, surrounded by holy light, with countless exotic flowers in bloom, various ancient herbs growing on the cliffs, and pure-blooded unicorns roaming the forests.

This is an ancient training ground filled with a wild and untamed atmosphere, where you can even see phoenixes, behemoths, and flying dragons.

In the distance, ancient trees stand tall, the Dragon Pool is deep, the grassland is boundless, and waterfalls cascade down from thousands of feet in the sky. Dozens of majestic mountains stand out, each bearing the marks of heaven and earth, making them unique.

On each mountain stands a magnificent white temple, its foundation stones, tiles, and wooden pillars all dating back to ancient times.

Here, one can feel a natural grandeur and vicissitude. No matter how time changes or eras shift, this place remains unchanged, sacred and majestic.

Not everyone can set foot in this place, especially those who have swept through it.

Few throughout history have dared to stand alone against the Vatican's powerful figures.

The earth trembled, beasts roared, and hundreds of golden iron cavalry charged out from the high mountains and arrived in front of Zhang Bairen.

They are members of the Golden Family, who are said to possess divine blood and are incredibly powerful. In ancient times, two divine sages appeared one after another, sweeping across the West and causing all the saints to retreat.

However, it is now just a welcoming procession.

The Vatican has already given Zhang Bairen the best possible treatment.

"Boom!"

"

On the highest, majestic holy mountain, the magnificent palace was slowly pushed open by two beautiful angels with divine wings, revealing the holy gate of the center of power, and a group of elders filed out.

A powerful aura filled the air, clearly indicating that this was an extraordinary group of individuals representing the Vatican's top combat power. Each of them possessed profound cultivation, living in seclusion here year-round, and using the ocean-like power of thought for their spiritual practice.

At the very center of these elderly people is an ancient stone chair with a cross carved on it, which looks old and weathered.

On the chair, an old man sat upright, like a towering mountain, gazing down with an indifferent expression, like an ancient god, his eyes vast and boundless, as if the sun, moon and stars were constantly fading away.

This old man was the person Zhang Bairen wanted to see: the old Pope of the Vatican, a divine spellcaster and knight who had lived for over three thousand years.

"Winter! Winter!

winter!

!

The violent commotion continued, accompanied by a great tremor, and several figures stepped out.

These are four paladins, each one quite unique. They appear to be only in their forties or fifties, but the vicissitudes of life in their eyes are undeniable. Their ancient battle armor, cast in bronze, is dull and lifeless, covered with knife marks and arrow splatters, looking as if it had just been taken out of a museum.

However, these four individuals possessed unparalleled power, each as immovable as a mountain and as calm as a secluded peak.

They were all holy knights from ancient times, and legend has it that several of them survived countless battles and lived through various turbulent eras until they reached this day.

"Eastern cultivator, did you come here specifically to see me?" The old pope, seated on his high throne, asked calmly.

"Old man, your attitude is too arrogant! I don't like your condescension!" After Zhang Bairen finished speaking, it was as if his words contained divine authority, and a bolt of lightning struck down towards the old pope.

"How dare you!" The old pope slapped the armrest, almost unable to resist taking action himself.

The four paladins, who were there to lend a show of force, drew their dull greatswords, dragon spears, daggers, and other weapons to preemptively block Zhang Bairen's attack.

The lightning struck the four sacred weapons, and after only a brief stalemate, it destroyed these insignificant sacred artifacts.

Faced with a weapon of a demigod, Zhang Bairen, who was at the Saint King stage, naturally found it utterly vulnerable.

P.S.: I've only written half of this chapter, but I slipped away to read a novel. So, I'll post this half for free first, and continue updating after I wake up, writing at least another 4000 words. No, at least another 5000 words. If I can't do that, I'll continue updating for free.