412: Two months already!?

“As of today, sixty-three days have passed.”

Bai Jun remembered clearly: from the day Chen Heng turned into a skeleton, it had been sixty-three days and four hours.

“That shouldn’t be right. I feel like only a few days have passed…”

Chen Heng scratched his head. The flow of time in the Sea of Blood Hell was basically consistent with the outside, so why was it different this time?

“Also, what’s going on with these surroundings?”

“Is the root projection dead or not?”

“How are my father and the others?”

Chen Heng’s questions bombarded Bai Jun like a machine gun, leaving him unsure which one to answer first.

“The root projection should be dead. Anyway, when we arrived, we only saw Big Brother Chen alone.”

Bai Jun actually didn’t know much about the root projection; he only knew that when Chen Heng told him to run, he ran.

“The surroundings are the New Heavenly Demon City. After Helian Jinming died, his son, Helian Tie, succeeded him.”

“Oh, and they also bestowed upon Big Brother Chen the title of Grand State Preceptor…”

“…” Chen Heng’s eyes were a bit blank. It had only been two months, how could a New Heavenly Demon City already be built?

Not only that, but he had also inexplicably become the Grand State Preceptor?

“Forget it, these are minor matters. First, tell me how my father and the others are doing?”

Chen Heng didn’t care about these things; they weren’t very relevant to him anyway.

“Patriarch Chen and the others are fine; they were just a bit overly frightened at the time. After my recuperation, they have recovered.”

Bai Jun told Chen Heng about Chen Fugui’s current state, which lifted a huge weight from Chen Heng’s heart.

“That’s good. Let’s go.”

Chen Heng nodded. As long as Chen Fugui and the others were fine, that was all that mattered.

“Oh, give me one of your dragon skin pouches. Mine exploded.”

Bai Jun casually unfastened an empty dragon skin pouch from his waist and handed it to Chen Heng.

After putting away the various treasures scattered on the ground, Chen Heng noticed the heart of the gods in the distance.

Picking up the heart of the gods, Chen Heng found three motionless phantoms within it.

After carefully sensing them, Chen Heng immediately knew the names of these three phantoms.

Intestine Pulling, Ox Can Speak, Rakshasa.

“Ah, I knew it. No wonder Chang Yutian’s single sentence had such a big effect.”

Chen Heng couldn’t help but sigh that Chang Yutian’s level of comprehension was still too low.

If his comprehension had been higher, he might have been able to exchange a few more moves with him.

Among these three gods, Chen Heng was most interested in Rakshasa, but he didn’t plan to use these trash.

He had his own Dao to walk, and only his own body was the safest.

These so-called gods and so-called Divine Power were all trash in the face of the root.

After this battle with the root projection, Chen Heng also roughly understood his limits.

Putting everything else aside, except for this strange thing called the root, Chen Heng was already invincible in the world.

Therefore, Chen Heng planned to give away the abilities of these three gods to others, to Chen Fugui and the others to use.

Although these three gods were a bit weak, they were still enough for self-preservation.

“Where are the other gods?”

Chen Heng rubbed his chin, wondering if he could collect all those messy gods and give them to his own people to use.

That way, he could feel much more at ease when he went out to wander.

Suddenly, the dragon skin pouch at Chen Heng’s waist trembled.

Then, the human emperor seal floated out of the dragon skin pouch, and the second Golden Dragon… no, this Golden Dragon did not light up; instead, it slowly turned black.

Holding the human emperor seal, Chen Heng frowned.

A lit Golden Dragon indicated that a race held him in respect.

A Golden Dragon turning black also meant something simple: that race only felt fear towards him.

Could it be considered another form of prestige?

Although the colors were different, the overall effects were pretty much the same.

It was just a pity that the Human Race didn’t have its own innate Divine Ability; Chen Heng understood the Human Race’s structure better than anyone.

To sum it up, it wasn’t of much use.

“Who cares.” Chen Heng tossed the human emperor seal back into the dragon skin pouch, grabbed Bai Jun, and was about to leave.

“Oh, Big Brother Chen, my Master told me to take you to the Xuan Alliance after you woke up to discuss matters of the root and the Ultimate Return.”

Only now did Bai Jun tell Chen Heng about this matter.

“You told them?” Chen Heng sighed. He hadn’t wanted to reveal this matter.

“I did…” Bai Jun lowered his head. Big Brother Chen had told him before not to speak of this matter.

“Alright, then I’ll go, but it will have to wait until I have time.”

Chen Heng didn’t make things difficult for Bai Jun; the kid probably didn’t have any ill intentions.

But before discussing such minor matters, he needed to go back and see how his family was doing… Chen Heng, having reached the sixth stage of the Pure Power Dao, had a massive increase in speed, now able to reach over 20,000 kilometers per hour without resurrection doubling.

His speed was comparable to a supersonic missile.

If anyone were flying in the sky and got hit by the current Chen Heng, it would be quite a spectacle.

They would instantly turn into fireworks.

In less than ten minutes, Chen Heng had already returned to Qiyang City’s original location.

However, the huge crater before him stunned Chen Heng. When had he launched a Nuclear Explosion Fist in Qiyang City?

“Where’s the city?”

“It, it moved…” Bai Jun’s eyes rolled back, but he still instinctively blurted out that Qiyang City had moved.

“Huh?” Chen Heng lifted Bai Jun.

“Big Brother Chen, didn’t you say to move Qiyang City? So the Mahayana and Undergoing Tribulation Seniors of the Xuan Alliance together used some methods to move Qiyang City.”

“Oh, right, Qiyang City is now in the Jade Fan Kingdom, floating above the New Heavenly Demon City with the help of a Formation.”

“…”

“Go!”

After another period of time passed, Chen Heng finally saw Qiyang City in the sky.

This time, Bai Jun directly fainted; he really couldn’t handle such speed.

“So weak. He still needs more training.”

Chen Heng looked at Bai Jun in his hand with a hint of disdain, searching for the Chen Family Mansion’s whereabouts.

Soon, a huge mansion appeared in Chen Heng’s line of sight.

And based on the familiar scent, Chen Heng was basically certain that this was the new Chen Family Courtyard.

Compared to before the incident, the new Chen Family Courtyard was much larger, at least ten times its previous size.

Slowly descending, and after placing Bai Jun aside, Chen Heng pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

The Household Servants in the courtyard were all so unfamiliar; few of the original familiar old people remained.

“young master?” Just then, an old man who was patrolling the front yard walked over.

“Old Wu, I’m back.” Chen Heng nodded.

This old man was originally a Household Servant with a death contract in the family, but with most of the other old people dead, he had now become the head steward of the front yard.

“Master! The young master is back!” Old Wu let out a yell and ran towards the inner courtyard, not caring if his old arms and legs would trip him.

“What, my son is back!?” Chen Fugui’s incredibly loud voice rang out, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

“Son! Your father missed you so much!”

The inner courtyard gate suddenly burst open, and a middle-aged uncle with a handsome face lunged out in a fierce pounce.

“Who the hell are you?” Chen Heng dodged Chen Fugui’s lunge with a flash, looking at the handsome middle-aged uncle in front of him with confusion.

“I’m your father, don’t you recognize me?” Chen Fugui got up from the ground and pointed to his handsome face.

“I’m your…!” Chen Heng instinctively wanted to retort to Chen Fugui, but the next moment, Chen Heng noticed the familiar scent on Chen Fugui’s body.

“?”