121: Chapter 121: Coming Out! Shocking News

Six years had passed, and Jiang Xuan had shed his youthful naivete, transforming into a handsome and extraordinary young man.

Rising, Jiang Xuan stepped out of the Void Realm Gate and into the Secret Realm. With a thought, a dark opening appeared on Spirit Stream Plain. Before long, Jiang Xuan's figure slowly emerged from it.

His white robe billowed without wind, his black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his eyes were deep, and the five-colored Dragonlines mark on his forehead was dazzling, as if he were a peerless God King!

Jiang Xuan looked at the familiar surroundings, sighing inwardly, "I didn't expect this Breakthrough to take so long, a full six years."

He felt the Spiritual Qi in the air, which had increased several times over, and murmured, "It seems great changes have occurred in the outside world these past few years. I wonder how the Holy Land is doing now."

Thinking of this, he moved his mind, and in the Void Realm, Jiang Xuan's Clone, named Desolate Heaven, appeared before him.

Jiang Xuan smiled, "You should change your appearance. It's best to keep the matter of a Clone a secret."

His Demonic Path Clone would later enter the Demon Race, and to avoid suspicion, it was safer to change his face.

Desolate Heaven nodded, then transformed. A dashing Young Master, fanning himself with a folding fan, appeared in the Void Realm. His face was fair, and a playful, cynical smile played on his lips, making him look like a complete fop.

He raised an eyebrow at Jiang Xuan, "How about it? Is This Young Master handsome or not?"

Jiang Xuan looked at his flamboyant appearance and nodded in satisfaction. "As expected of me, this appearance can rival my main body."

Seeing that preparations were almost complete, Desolate Heaven clapped his fan shut and laughed, "Then I shall now travel through the Nine Provinces. You must be careful in all things."

With that, he flew off, fanning himself.

Jiang Xuan watched his Clone's retreating figure, a glint in his eyes. Desolate Heaven possessed one hundred percent of his strength, so Jiang Xuan wasn't worried about his safety at all. This was the terrifying aspect of the Dao-Derived Clone, a one hundred percent replication.

Next, he summoned Bai Yansheng and the others from the Heavenly Realm. After a long period of Breakthrough in the Heavenly Realm, all nine of them had reached the Perfection of Supreme Realm, just one step away from becoming a Saint.

The several people looked at the scene before them, joy flashing in their eyes. This was Spirit Void Plain; they were out!

Jiang Xuan smiled at them and said, "Let's go, we'll return to the Holy Land first."

...In the Southern Wilderness, the entire Supreme Beginning Holy Land Domain was enveloped by a massive light barrier, protecting everyone within. And at the border in the Void Realm, dozens of Supreme figures stood, divided into four camps. In front of each camp stood a Saint.

"This turtle shell is really tough," Cang Ting of Azure Sky Holy Kingdom said with an arrogant and displeased expression.

Dugu Yang of Azure Sea Sect was unconcerned, "Heh heh, the Supreme Beginning Holy Land is, after all, a super force from ancient times. It's normal for it to have some trump cards."

After speaking, the two looked to the side, "Jian Changsheng, has the adult given you the method to break the situation? When will we act?"

The latter glanced at them and said coldly, "When the Grand Formation is broken, you just focus on the slaughter. Don't ask about anything else!"

"You!"

Cang Ting was furious, but he didn't dare to flare up. He didn't know what kind of bewitching potion Jian Changsheng had given that adult, who treated him with such care and even made them all follow his arrangements.

Cang Ting sneered inwardly, "Hmph, that's fine too. If anything goes wrong, it has nothing to do with us."

He then looked at the man wearing a white mask beside him, a hint of fear in his heart. That adult was too deeply hidden; even the Blood Demon Sect was a contingency arranged by him.

Just then, Jian Changsheng's gaze sharpened, and a pitch-black longsword suddenly appeared in his hand, radiating a faint glow. Waves of Emperor Might emanated from it, causing people's hearts to tremble involuntarily.

"This is an Emperor Weapon!" The eyes of the other three widened in horror.

What was the relationship between Jian Changsheng and that adult, to actually entrust an Emperor Weapon to him?

An Emperor Weapon, that was a weapon that only a Great Emperor could forge, its power unfathomable, capable of destroying heaven and earth. If a force possessed an Emperor Weapon, it could endure for tens of thousands of years without decline!

Envy and jealousy filled the hearts of the three. What virtues and abilities did Jian Changsheng possess to be so highly regarded?

Jian Changsheng ignored the expressions of the three and held the Emperor Sword in his hand. With his Saint cultivation, although he couldn't unleash its full power, it was enough to break this Formation.

The power of a Saint continuously poured into the Emperor Sword. Gradually, the black sword body emitted light, and powerful Emperor Might permeated the entire space.

Under the pressure of the Emperor Might, Cang Ting and the other two instantly fell, prostrating themselves on the ground. It was too strong; just this aura of the Emperor Dao made them lose any thought of resistance.

Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth, desperately maintaining the Emperor Sword's power, bloodshot veins crawling across his pupils. Then, he roared, "Slash!"

As his voice fell, a massive black light flashed, and a sword strike carrying powerful Emperor Might cleaved onto the light sphere.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the earth shook, and cracks spread from all directions, as if the entire land had been shattered.

In just a flash, the light shield covering the sky had vanished! Lin Wuyuan, Wu Tian, and other strong individuals of the Holy Land, as well as people from various forces under the Holy Land, instantly appeared before the several people. A great battle was imminent!

Jian Changsheng's face paled slightly. He opened his mouth and swallowed a Medicinal Pill, his expression filled with killing intent, "Lin Wuyuan, today is the day your Supreme Beginning Holy Land perishes!"

...On the other side, Jiang Xuan and the others soared through the Void Realm. Suddenly, several figures appeared below. Judging by their attire, they were Disciples of some Sects, moving through the dense forest as if rushing somewhere.

"Hurry, hurry! If we're late, we'll miss the good show. The four major forces besieging the Supreme Beginning Holy Land—such a major event is a once-in-ten-thousand-years occurrence."

"Boom!" An extreme Saint Might suddenly descended, and the dense forest below instantly turned into a barren clearing.

The several people stood frozen, trembling. One of them mustered up courage and stammered, "Sect... Sect Master, are we still going?"

After a long while, once the Saint Might dissipated, the Sect Master looked all around, up, down, left, and right. Seeing no further anomalies, he finally let out a long breath, then smacked the back of the head of the person who had just spoken.

"Go? Go where? When immortals fight, Mortals suffer. We small Sects shouldn't go join the fun. A single fart from them could blow us to death. Let's go, back."

With that, he cupped his hands to the surroundings with lingering fear, then led everyone back the way they came.

In the spatial passage, Jiang Xuan's face was icy cold. He led the several people rapidly towards the Supreme Beginning Holy Land, the nine individuals behind him also filled with worry.

They hadn't expected the major forces to be so insane, actually uniting to attack the Holy Land. They wondered how the Holy Land was doing now.

Jiang Xuan's eyes were cold, and spatial power surged around him. In these past days, his power over space-time had grown increasingly strong; he could freely travel through the Void Realm, as if in an uninhabited realm within spatial rifts.

Jiang Xuan manipulated spatial power, his heart filled with killing intent. The pressure of a Supreme Saint roamed within the spatial passage, "Four major forces, you are truly courting death!"