519: Harvesting in progress, the Three Saints of the Golden Crow

That's right, Shen Tianxing deliberately leaked his whereabouts for those Immortal Great Sects of the Four Domains to see!

If he didn't do that, he was really afraid that others wouldn't be able to find him. After all, once he reached the Immortal Realm, his integration with the Dao became deeper, making it impossible to locate him through divination.

Even Cultivators in the Golden Body Realm couldn't do it; all his movements were already concealed by the Dao.

There was no other way; to rapidly increase his cultivation, Shen Tianxing could only expose his whereabouts.

He also wanted to see what role the Meteorite Sect, which was specifically responsible for hosting the Contest of the Imperial Son, played, and if there were any hidden secrets within it.

He suspected that the so-called Meteorite Sect might have some connection with the Inner Domain.

Yan Yuzhu had truly empathized during this period. She clearly understood what Shen Tianxing's current strength represented. Outside the Four Domains, including the Middle Domain, it might be difficult to find even a few Cultivators who could contend with him.

Moreover, Shen Tianxing cultivated the Path of Killing. As he took action more frequently, killed stronger Cultivators, and killed more of them, his cultivation surged almost every moment!

Yan Yuzhu's horizons had been broadened; it was her first time encountering such a peculiar method of Cultivation.

Killing people makes you stronger?

That wasn't quite right. Shen Tianxing's strength would suddenly skyrocket after a period of killing, an explosive power beyond imagination, unheard of!

But she didn't probe further. As long as Shen Tianxing was strong enough, that was all that mattered to her.

During this time, Yan Yuzhu's own strength also continuously grew. In just three months, she had already stepped into the sixth stage of the Golden Body Realm, thanks to the foundation of the Imperial Dao Dragon Qi!

If outsiders knew about such a Cultivation speed, they would probably be shocked speechless!

"Then should we return to the Valley of Gods and Demons to wait for them?"

Yan Yuzhu had been to the Valley of Gods and Demons. It was actually a ruin from an ancient war between gods and demons. After countless years of evolution, some traces of the great battle still remained, but it no longer held any practical value. Not even Cultivators would go there. Rather than an Ancient Battlefield, it now resembled a secluded paradise.

"Mm, we've eaten and drunk, and we've learned everything we wanted to know. Let's just quietly wait for these people to come to our door."

Dropping his wine cup, Shen Tianxing smiled and stood up, casually leaving behind a piece of divine marrow, and departed with Yan Yuzhu... In the Middle Domain, deep within a magnificent, towering mountain range, floated numerous Immortal Qi-shrouded peaks.

These peaks were enveloped in mist, with golden light faintly spilling out, illuminating the mountains for millions of miles around.

All Cultivators who came here were filled with reverence.

Because this was the location of the Meteorite Sect, the strongest Sect in the Middle Domain throughout history!

Few Disciples of the Meteorite Sect descended the mountain for experience, but every Disciple who did was enough to awe the various Sects of the Four Domains!

They would not act unless necessary, but once they did, their power was like a thunderbolt, irresistible!

It was an existence beyond the mundane!

Even the many Immortal Great Sects from the Four Domains approached the Meteorite Sect with respect.

It was no exaggeration to call it a Holy Land in the hearts of Cultivators.

Just as the news of Shen Tianxing's arrival in the Middle Domain was spreading like wildfire.

Inside the Meteorite Sect, within a dazzling, towering palace, three elderly figures sat in the hall and slowly opened their eyes.

Crack! Pop!

After a series of crisp cracking sounds, the three elderly figures miraculously transformed into three middle-aged men.

They looked no older than forty, a complete transformation from their previous withered appearance.

"Senior Brother Jin Yang, our awakening at this time is a bit too early."

The man on the left of the three's seating arrangement said to the man in the middle.

Clearly, this Senior Brother Jin Yang was the one with more authority among the three.

No one could tell their age, but their names were remembered in the Middle Domain and the Four Domains.

The Three Saints of the Golden Crow!

Their reputation was incredibly resounding, having existed in the Five Domains for over a hundred thousand years!

No one knew how old they truly were, nor did anyone dare to speculate.

Their statues stood everywhere in the Four Domains, worshipped by countless Cultivators.

The one speaking now was the second Senior Brother among the three, Fen Yang.

The last one was the third among the Three Saints of the Golden Crow, named Xuan Yang.

Xuan Yang glanced at Fen Yang and said, "Second Senior Brother, we have been in seclusion for ten thousand years. It will soon be time for the Imperial Son to be born again, so awakening a little earlier is harmless."

He wasn't too concerned. The time spent Cultivating was too monotonous. After a hundred thousand years of Cultivation, he had long passed the fervent stage.

Sometimes, if not for absolute necessity, he wouldn't want to remain in seclusion.

Fen Yang shook his head and said, "Great Master, is it because of that person named Shen Tianxing?"

Xuan Yang disregarded worldly affairs, but Fen Yang would occasionally pay attention to Sect matters when he awoke. As the time for the Contest of the Imperial Son drew closer, he awoke more and more frequently.

And recently, the most frequent stories he heard were about Shen Tianxing's deeds.

Each time he heard, another Emperor's Companion had been eliminated by him, which caused a huge ripple in Fen Yang's otherwise calm state of mind.

After all, it concerned the position of the Imperial Son. If all the Emperor's Companions were killed, what would be the point of continuing the event?

When people from the Inner Domain arrived, the three of them wouldn't have an easy time.

"No need to speak, both Junior Brothers."

Jin Yang, who had been silent, spoke.

"We have Cultivated for a hundred thousand years, yet we have always been unable to Breakthrough the shackles of heaven and earth to reach the King Conferring Realm. If not for the Medicinal Pill sent by the Inner Domain's special envoy every ten thousand years, we would have long since returned to the Dao."

"Shen Tianxing's appearance might be an accident, but we cannot allow such an accident to happen, nor do the important figures of the Inner Domain permit anyone to disrupt their plans."

"This time I awoke to solve the problem."

"Both Junior Brothers, how do you think it would be best to handle this?"

Jin Yang looked at the two and asked.

Fen Yang and Xuan Yang both shook their heads upon hearing this, saying, "Senior Brother, please make the arrangements. We will act according to your command."

The final decision always rested with Jin Yang. Fen Yang and Xuan Yang dared not make decisions on their own, otherwise, problems were likely to arise.

Just like thirty thousand years ago, when Jin Yang did not appear for that Contest of the Imperial Son, and their own arrangements led to a huge problem.

A young Cultivator almost crushed everyone to ascend to the position of Imperial Son, but then dared to offend an important figure from the Inner Domain, almost causing the three of them to be crippled by the people from the Inner Domain.

From then on, Fen Yang and Xuan Yang never made decisions on their own, always listening to Jin Yang.

"I don't want to see another Mo Qi appear. Third Brother, I'll leave it to you."

As Jin Yang's words fell, Fen Yang and Xuan Yang's expressions both became solemn and grave.

If Shen Tianxing were here, he would probably be greatly astonished.

Could that mysterious youth Mo Qi, whom he had met in Great Qi, actually make the Three Saints of the Golden Crow, who had lived for a hundred thousand years, so wary?