"Qianyang Holy Son? Chen Jiuyang?"
Ming Huatong squinted and saw a man sitting in the 'Xiang' village, wearing a dark sacred robe, with handsome features, and a long saber at his waist. It was Chen Jiuyang.
No matter how strange this place was, it couldn't replicate the sacred robe of the Holy Son of the Sacred Sect.
The demonic prodigies immediately calmed down.
Ming Huatong's beautiful eyes flickered, and she said, "Since Holy Son Qianyang is here, even if this place is strange, our chances of survival will increase, and we might even get the 'Condensing Dao' opportunity."
The last time her grandmother took her to 'Yuan Yan Town', it allowed her to advance to the Nascent Soul stage and successfully transition her martial path to the immortal path.
Having made up her mind, the group no longer skirted around the 'Xiang' village but walked directly into it.
"Lotus Sect's Ming Huatong greets Holy Son Qianyang." Ming Huatong first saluted.
Then, those behind her saluted one by one.
"Greetings, Holy Son Qianyang!"
Chen Jiuyang saw Ming Huatong and the demonic prodigies behind her, showing a hint of surprise. "I didn't expect you to come here as well."
The times had changed. He was no longer Marquis Xuanyang or King Qian, but the Holy Son of the True Demon Sect. There was no need for him to fight Ming Huatong.
"The Holy Son is incredibly talented, first breaking through the Kunlun Sacred Land, and now coming to the Three Lives Tomb. With the Holy Son's talent, you must be here for those pseudo-Dao prodigies!"
The demonic disciples flattered him, which made Chen Jiuyang's expression calm.
Ming Huatong spoke, "Qian..."
Just as she was about to discuss with Chen Jiuyang about this San...
Suddenly.
A spatial rift appeared and swallowed Chen Jiuyang.
The demonic disciples were stunned. However, the villagers in the 'Xiang' village seemed to have never heard of such a scene and showed no panic, appearing extremely eerie.
...
The pitch-black space was filled with resentment, hatred, and dread.
A kind of unfathomable great terror descended upon Chen Jiuyang.
Then, black mist surged.
A figure appeared before Chen Jiuyang, and a terrifyingly indescribable eye suddenly opened.
Chen Jiuyang's true blood and true essence were instantly frozen, unable to circulate.
What kind of terrifying existence was this?
"Your destiny is full, and you can no longer bear the destiny of my 'Dao'."
Chen Jiuyang said with difficulty, "Senior, what existence are you?"
"The Three Lives Tomb is the place I chose for inheritance. Your destiny is full, and your karma is significant. I will not kill you this time. If you come to this place again, you will leave your life."
As the voice fell, the space tore open again.
Chen Jiuyang's figure was teleported to the surface of the Three Lives River.
Chen Jiuyang felt that his true blood and true essence could condense again, and he breathed a sigh of relief, his expression then turning gloomy.
Even facing Ancestor 'Ba An', he had never felt this way.
If the existence behind the Three Lives Tomb wanted to kill him, it would be no different from crushing an ant.
But due to the karma and destiny he carried, they let him go this time.
As for the Condensing Dao opportunity, he could forget about it.
Chen Jiuyang held the Yan Sheng Saber and asked, "Yan Sheng, do you know who that existence in the Three Lives Tomb is?"
The Yan Sheng Saber replied, "I don't know either."
Chen Jiuyang frowned. He had come to the Three Lives Tomb with his forces, but he had returned empty-handed.
"Blade Master, you don't have time to think about this now. Enemies are coming."
Chen Jiuyang's brows suddenly tightened as he sensed terrifying auras from all directions.
The Nascent Soul prodigies from the five great sacred lands and various righteous sects had entered, but the Venerable Realm and Soul Transformation cultivators who remained outside were still here.
And he had suddenly appeared here.
With the blood feud between both sides, how could they see Chen Jiuyang and not attack?
"Boom—"
Chen Jiuyang drew the Yan Sheng Saber and immediately blocked a terrifying spell of immense power.
"Cough."
Blood overflowed from the corner of Chen Jiuyang's mouth, his eyes filled with malice. The attack power of a Soul Transformation ancestor was truly terrifying.
After one move, the Venerable Realm and Soul Transformation ancestors from the demonic path reacted swiftly, instantly shielding Chen Jiuyang.
The five great sacred lands were united, and the nine demonic sects were also united. Moreover, Chen Jiuyang had just accomplished a great deed not long ago, so how could they not protect him?
"Go, we will hold back the pseudo-Dao old dogs for the Holy Son."
A demonic cultivator in the Venerable Realm said.
"I will remember the kindness of all seniors. When I return to the True Sacred Sect another day, I will surely repay you handsomely."
Faced with so many Soul Transformation and Venerable Realm experts, Chen Jiuyang, who was only at the fourth layer of the Heavenly Realm, was no match for the pseudo-Dao crowd.
Chen Jiuyang could only leave a hasty word, then turned into a golden light and left the Jialing River, rapidly heading into the distance.
This trip had caused Chen Jiuyang to miscalculate in all aspects.
"Greetings, Holy Son."
Chen Jiuyang's guard team was waiting for him on a small road near the Jialing River as per his orders. They hadn't expected Chen Jiuyang to return after only a few hours.
"Drive away immediately."
Chen Jiuyang's expression was indifferent, blood trickling from his lips, making him appear severely injured.
Seeing this, everyone immediately started the car and moved.
Then, they heard earth-shattering battle sounds from afar.
Chen Jiuyang sat in the car with his eyes closed, beginning to heal.
A terrifying blow from a Soul Transformation or Venerable Realm cultivator had struck him. Even with his formidable physique, he had suffered no small injuries.
After driving for an entire day, they returned from Feng Province to the territory of the True Demon Sect.
It took another three days for Chen Jiuyang to recover from his injuries.
This excursion made Chen Jiuyang truly feel that the world had changed.
Previously, no matter where he went, the highest he encountered was the Earth Realm, or half a step into the Heavenly Realm.
Now, with the great era's resurgence, the prodigies and powerful beings who had been sealed and slumbering had awakened.
The Venerable Realm was the core strength, while the Imperial Dao was the stage of true powerhouses.
Chen Jiuyang walked out of his Holy Son's palace. Outside, the Sect Master of the True Demon Sect, Su Jinglun, asked, "Holy Son, how was your harvest this time?"
Chen Jiuyang truthfully informed Su Jinglun of the situation.
Su Jinglun's brows furrowed. "I didn't expect it to turn out this way."
"Then, what are your plans, Holy Son?"
Chen Jiuyang's gaze was distant as he spoke eloquently, "I will lie low, travel the mortal world, and I will find a way to solve the matter of Condensing Dao."
Too many things had happened in this year, making him act very quickly and gain great fame. However, the era had changed.
Even with great destiny on his side, the process of reaching the peak and then declining was irreversible.
The more he did, the more things went awry.
Moreover, he felt that his actions were not steady enough.
Su Jinglun nodded slowly. "Indeed, your fame is too great now, which isn't entirely a good thing. The strategy of lying low is feasible."
Chen Jiuyang's fame was now known to everyone in the world. He had risen like a meteor and accomplished many great deeds.
Take the Kunlun incident a few days ago, for example.
"Since the Holy Son has made a decision, then I have no need to worry. The sect will satisfy any needs you have."
Chen Jiuyang cupped his fists and bowed. "Thank you, Sect Master."
"You are the Holy Son of our Sacred Sect, with unparalleled talent. Ancestor 'Ba An' once said that you could be compared to him in the future. The entire sect will do its utmost to cultivate you."