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 and added, “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.”