88: Undercurrent surges, Changfeng enters the game

Time flew by like a white steed, and half a month had passed in a flash.

The commotion in God Burial Valley not only didn't subside but intensified.

The Tianyuan Dynasty, surprisingly, made no aggressive moves, not even uttering a single harsh word of pretense.

This made countless forces in the Eastern Domain, who were following the matter, feel that something was out of the ordinary.

It was the calm before the storm.

The more tranquil it was, the more it often foreshadowed an even more terrifying tempest.

On this day, the sky was clear for thousands of miles.

Above Holy Son Peak, however, the weather changed without warning.

Within the sea of clouds, lightning flashed, and an extremely oppressive aura of destruction enveloped an area of a thousand miles!

"What... what's going on?"

"Such terrifying pressure!"

"The direction is... Holy Son Peak! Is it the Saint?!"

All the Disciples of Hongtian Holy Land, whether Cultivating in their Immortal Cave or sparring in the training grounds, at this moment, looked up in horror towards the center where the thunderclouds gathered.

"Half a month... only half a month more, and it has already triggered such a celestial phenomenon?"

Daoist Tian Xuan, the Third Elder below Holy Son Peak, gasped.

Just as everyone watched.

The stone door of the secret chamber, after more than half a month of silence, finally opened slowly.

A tall and slender figure slowly walked out from within.

However, the moment he appeared.

The raging thunderclouds and the oppressive pressure in the heavens and earth vanished in an instant.

The sky returned to clarity.

Jiang Chen merely stood there calmly, without any aura emanating from him.

But the Spiritual Qi of the entire Holy Son Peak seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, forming a slow vortex with him as the center.

The Void Realm around him was subtly distorted as a result.

After more than half a month of secluded cultivation.

Jiang Chen's cultivation had steadily stepped into the Eighth Realm Mahayana Middle Stage.

But this was only the most insignificant gain.

The forging of the chaos demonic fetus had caused a fundamental transformation in his Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Body.

Now, with every move, he could summon Chaos Devilish Qi, and its power was far beyond what it was before.

The great emperor dao bone and the chaos demonic fetus complemented each other.

"Damn System, this time the transformation card is actually somewhat useful."

Jiang Chen said faintly in his mind.

"Ding! Serving the host is the supreme glory of this System! New leeks have grown astonishingly. Please, host, harvest them as soon as possible to contribute to this System's performance!"

The System's voice was still as cheeky as ever.

Jiang Chen's lips curved slightly, and he no longer paid attention to it.

"Jiang Jiu."

He spoke softly.

The next moment, the space behind Jiang Chen rippled like water.

Jiang Jiu's ghostly figure quietly appeared.

"Saint."

"No need for formalities."

Jiang Chen turned around and looked at his Dao Integration Realm Guardian.

"During my month of secluded cultivation, has there been any movement outside?"

"Reporting to Saint."

Jiang Jiu's voice was still as steady and emotionless as ever.

"Within the Holy Land, all is calm. Since the Holy Lord established his authority in the Holy Lord Hall that day, several Elders have become much more obedient."

Jiang Chen understood upon hearing this.

He naturally trusted the methods of his convenient father.

"What about the Tianyuan Dynasty?"

This was the question he truly cared about.

"On the surface, it's also calm."

Jiang Jiu said slowly.

"The Tianyuan Dynasty has not taken any substantive actions against our Hongtian Holy Land, as if nothing has happened."

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh.

"They can endure so much?"

This was somewhat beyond Jiang Chen's expectations.

With the temperament of that old fellow Yuan Canglan, how could he endure so much?

Even if he, as a father, could endure, the imperial dignity of the Tianyuan Dynasty, which had been passed down for countless years, would not tolerate it.

Furthermore, according to Jiang Chen's understanding of someone like Yuan Canglan, his son had died, and he had been publicly humiliated.

Even if he feared Hongtian Holy Land, he should have at least uttered a few harsh words to save face.

Such silence was not right, very not right.

As the saying goes, unusual events indicate something strange is afoot.

Sure enough, Jiang Jiu's next words confirmed Jiang Chen's guess.

"Saint, that is not the case."

Jiang Jiu continued to report: "That Yuan Canglan, since the day of God Burial Valley, has been in secluded cultivation and has not shown his face."

"However, the various forces of the Tianyuan Dynasty have been frequently active in secret."

"Especially in the several prefectures bordering our Holy Land, their numbers have increased by more than thirty percent, and several ancient killing formations have been quietly activated."

"All their movements are extremely cautious; if our people had not infiltrated deeply, it would have been difficult to detect."

"At the same time, people from the Tianyuan Dynasty are also frequently visiting several other Immortal Dao Lineages, including Purple Mansion Holy Land, Myriad Sword Pavilion, and others, secretly forming alliances with unclear intentions."

Jiang Jiu's voice was steady and clear.

"Although the specifics of their discussions cannot be ascertained."

"It can be confirmed that they are secretly forming alliances, intending to encircle our Holy Land."

After listening to Jiang Jiu's report, the smile on Jiang Chen's face grew even wider.

He really... didn't disappoint him at all.

That old fellow Yuan Canglan was indeed holding back a big move.

On the surface, he was acting humble, but secretly he was sharpening his knife, preparing to deliver a harsh blow to himself and the entire Hongtian Holy Land.

"He truly hasn't changed his ways."

Jiang Chen nodded and murmured softly.

He looked at Jiang Jiu and asked, "Jiang Jiu, is it rumored that the Third Prince of the Tianyuan Dynasty, Yuan Changfeng, is the number one among the younger generation of Taichu Dao Academy?"

"Is this true?"

"Indeed, Saint."

Jiang Jiu thought for a moment and nodded.

"It is said that this child is extremely cunning and exceptionally talented. He enjoys a very high reputation within Taichu Dao Academy and has made extensive connections. His current cultivation should be in the Eighth Realm Mahayana Middle Stage."

"Eighth Realm Mahayana Middle Stage, huh..."

A surge of Battle Intent rose in Jiang Chen's heart.

It was the same Realm as his current one.

However, within the same rank, there was still a world of difference.

"There is another matter related to this child."

Jiang Jiu added.

"Hmm? What is it?"

Jiang Chen immediately became interested when he mentioned this.

"News from Taichu Dao Academy also states that the Third Prince of the Tianyuan Dynasty, Yuan Changfeng, announced his secluded cultivation on the day his Elder brother Yuan Haotian's death was reported, claiming that his Dao Heart had a revelation and he wished to Breakthrough."

"He has not emerged from his seclusion since."

Yuan Changfeng... After hearing this, Jiang Chen silently recited the name, and the playful look in his eyes intensified.

On his System panel, the avatar representing the new leek, Yuan Changfeng, was still lit up.

Over the past half-month, the other party's Luck value had not diminished due to his dormancy; instead, it was slowly climbing.

Clearly, this cunning child of destiny was quietly accumulating his own power by leveraging his brother's death.

"One is secretly deploying troops, and the other is secretly accumulating power."

"This father and son pair certainly have a good plan."

Jiang Chen sneered.

"I understand."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, and Jiang Jiu's figure once again merged into the Void Realm and disappeared.

Then, his gaze turned towards the Holy Lord Hall.

The next moment, his figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished from where he stood.