A blood energy dragon visible to the naked eye soared into the ninth heaven, its terrifying divine energy fluctuations seemingly capable of destroying heaven and earth, its divine radiance illuminating the entire Tian Sheng City.
Tian Sheng City was extraordinary, autonomously releasing a layer of light curtain that protected everyone within the city, preventing them from being affected.
The Primordial Saintess had encountered a night raid by an overlord, drawing much attention. Many were speculating who would be so bold as to attack the Primordial Saintess.
She was the absolute authority figure of a supreme Sacred Land, a peerless divine maiden, and in the past, a suspected True King-level supreme figure.
Among that generation, all Immortal True Kings were figures to be looked up to, even Saint Lords held them in awe.
However, the overlord daring enough to launch a night raid possessed secret treasures that concealed his aura, preventing detection, thus allowing him to attack the master of a supreme Sacred Land with such composure.
Boom—
The battle was intense but concluded quickly, for the Primordial Saintess was too powerful. As a divine maiden of her generation, she struck like a supreme empress, overlooking all heavens, proud and unyielding. From the moment they clashed, she shattered all attacks, dispersed all light, standing supreme between heaven and earth. She directly sent her opponent flying, his body torn asunder, blood raining down the sky, nearly perishing.
Too overwhelmingly powerful, the whole world was shocked, the entire city shaken.
The Primordial Saintess was a divine maiden of her generation, peerlessly beautiful and matchless in the world, considered one of the most stunningly beautiful women across the myriad realms. Yet her combat power was proportional to her appearance, equally peerless.
The overlord who launched the night raid was far from a match for the Primordial Saintess. With just a light shout that resonated through Tian Sheng City, her entire body was wreathed in flying immortal light, like a female immortal, more akin to a supreme empress, ruling over the Nine Heavens, overlooking the myriad domains. Her delicate hand plucked and brushed, carrying with it the vast power of heaven and earth. The void collapsed for ten thousand zhang, everything turning to nothingness.
Tian Sheng City itself was shaken. If not for the protective city light curtain, the entire city might have been shattered by this strike.
A powerful blood energy dragon vanished just like that, for that overlord was directly slain, completely shattered, his body and spirit annihilated, leaving nothing behind.
All this demonstrated the Primordial Saintess's peerless supremacy. With a mere raise of her hand, she suppressed and killed an overlord, invincible in the world, causing many with ulterior motives to feel dread. This Primordial Saintess was too extraordinary, not to be provoked.
Another overlord preparing for a night raid directly fled. Yet no one mocked his wretched state, for he faced the Primordial Saintess, an invincible heaven's favored daughter akin to the reincarnation of Emperors and Sovereigns. Who could stand against her?
Boom—
The Primordial Saintess did not let her go. With a cold gaze, her delicate hand slapped out, carrying unparalleled flying immortal power that tore through the sky, catching up to that overlord like lightning. The overlord's entire body was shattered, a great rain of blood falling, suffering severe injuries, nearly slain.
However, the Primordial Saintess did not press the advantage, for pursuing further would likely involve many complications, dragging out at least one immortal force. At this time, making an enemy of them would not be very advantageous for the impending assault on the Purple Mansion Sacred Land.
But her final strike was like a flying immortal's blow, thoroughly crippling the night-raiding overlord. His divine armor shattered, his divine body torn, blood staining the void. He would need at least three to five years to recover.
In Tian Sheng City, many supreme overlords witnessed this, their expressions changing drastically: "So powerful, not the strength one should have at the Saint Treasury Realm. There are Samsara fluctuations... has she surpassed Samsara? No, her state is very special..."
Ye Chen also witnessed all this, his expression calm, unsurprised.
On the third day, a spatial wormhole connecting Tian Sheng City to the Divine Fall Mountain Range was completed, ready for teleportation at any moment, arriving in an instant.
This was constructed by various major forces at great cost, not temporary but long-lasting and very stable. Even if a Heavenly King Invincible were to attack, it would be difficult to destroy it in a short time.
For this advance into the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, all major forces had made thorough preparations. They were divided into vanguard and rear forces, leaving sufficiently powerful reinforcements stationed in Tian Sheng City, ready to support the vanguard at any time.
After all, the Purple Mansion Sacred Land was too eerie and sinister. Even the Divine Fall Mountain Range was feared to harbor sinister forces. Even the major forces were worried about unexpected incidents, hence the division into vanguard and rear forces.
Should any problems arise, rescue could come from Tian Sheng City at any time.
The Divine Fall Mountain Range stretched continuously for hundreds of thousands of miles, astonishingly vast.
Once, a supreme Sacred Land had been based here, and a Supreme Great Power had taken action, suppressing and killing a foreign Divine Spirit, staining the Divine Fall Mountain Range with divine blood.
During the day, the Divine Fall Mountain Range was a relatively calm and ordinary place. Though only ten thousand miles from the Sacred City, it wasn't particularly remarkable; everything seemed so mundane.
But once night fell, everything became different. Yin winds howled, often accompanied by ghostly wails and divine moans, with ghostly shadows dancing, blood mist permeating the air—extremely terrifying, causing hearts to tremble.
Not to mention ordinary people, even Saints would feel their hearts quake here.
Passing through the spatial wormhole, Ye Chen and Zhao Tianyi set out from Tian Sheng City, traversing ten thousand miles to appear at the periphery of the Divine Fall Mountain Range.
From afar, they could see range after range of crimson mountains and great peaks standing tall within the mountain range, each over a thousand zhang high. The peaks deeper within even reached into the ninth heaven, touching the starry sky beyond the heavens, the emperors among mountains, filled with extraordinariness.
It must be said, this was indeed a spiritually blessed land of caves and heavens, with abundant heaven and earth spiritual energy pouring in, nourishing the earth, giving birth to many spirit herbs and even Heaven and Earth Treasures.
If not for the eeriness of the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, this place would have long been occupied and dominated by various major forces.
Today, the Divine Fall Mountain Range was unusually lively compared to its usual silence. A large number of cultivators had gathered here, including experts from various immortal forces and many rogue cultivators.
Tents were pitched here and there, palaces stood tall, and even in the void, many floating mansions drifted—the residences of important figures. The powerhouses had assembled, with experts as numerous as clouds, countless in number, giving everyone a sense of confidence.
Along the way, Ye Chen and the others encountered many young prodigies and talents of the younger generation, each with profound and fearsome cultivation, having reached high realms.
They were the young elites sent by various major forces to participate in the training, outstanding in talent, valued by the immortal forces.
Similarly, there were also some young talents who came from outside, standing out among the many young powerhouses. They did not rely on immortal forces as their backing, confident enough to seize the treasures within the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, fearing nothing.
Naturally, the most eye-catching among them were the Saints and Saintesses. Each was wreathed in divine halos, possessing the extraordinary bearing of kings, the focal figures of the younger generation. Wherever they went, they attracted numerous gazes.
This included the Saints and Saintesses of the Daoyan Sacred Land and the Northern Netherworld Family, who were naturally quite conspicuous.
The Crown Prince of Zhao Kingdom, Zhao Wudao, had also arrived. Dressed in his crown prince robes, imposing and majestic, with a prominent aura, he walked among the young powerhouses accompanied by Zhao Jun, receiving many respectful glances.
Zhao Tianyi's gaze turned cold. Ye Chen merely swept a calm glance over them before looking away, observing other figures. He sensed powerful auras fluctuating among them; there must be some truly terrifying figures hidden within this crowd.
Ye Chen even suspected that among them might be a few invincible figures suspected to be True Kings—a place where tigers crouch and dragons hide, not revealing themselves.
Suddenly, Ye Chen smiled slightly, for he saw a few "familiar" old acquaintances, though he did not step forward to greet them. Otherwise, he imagined they would be quite astonished upon seeing him.
Suddenly, a group of people blocked Ye Chen and Zhao Tianyi's path ahead. It was Zhao Wudao, accompanied by another man. His physique was strong and tall, robust like a dragon or leopard, full of vigor, masculine and powerful—an outstanding figure.
His eyes were very bright, like two divine lamps shining. Moreover, he possessed an immortal temperament that seemed to transcend all living beings, outstanding like a deity, rising above the common masses.
His appearance even overshadowed Zhao Wudao's radiance, drawing much attention. His expression was arrogant, lofty, overlooking the world, not placing others in his eyes.
This man's appearance caused Zhao Tianyi's expression to change drastically, for he recognized who it was—the Canglan Saint of the Canglan Sacred Land, a king among the younger generation, supremely powerful, possessing immortal divine power, strong and robust—a fearsome figure.
Zhao Wudao stood shoulder to shoulder with the Canglan Saint, their supreme kingly divine might spreading out, pressing forward.
Crack—
The ground split, startling everyone, for Ye Chen was unafraid. At this moment, he also released equally powerful pressure. Kingly divine mights collided, tearing open the earth, drawing attention.
Zhao Wudao did not look at Zhao Tianyi, not considering him worth his attention. Instead, he looked at Ye Chen, a chill in his gaze: "Ye Chen, though you are strong and have the backing of the Primordial Saint Lord, you must remember: the Purple Mansion Sacred Land is very dangerous. Anyone can perish there. If you die inside, it has nothing to do with me."
Everyone could hear the threat in Zhao Wudao's words—he intended to make a move against Ye Chen within the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, to kill him.
Zhao Tianyi's expression changed drastically: "Zhao Wudao, you want to attack Brother Ye within the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, to take advantage and strike from the shadows?"
To this, Zhao Wudao gave a cold smile but did not deny it.
Yet Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged. On the contrary, he smiled slightly, looking at Zhao Wudao and saying lightly, "Likewise. However, I am rather looking forward to seeing how the so-called Crown Prince of Zhao Kingdom stumbles. If he gets killed, it might cause quite a stir. I personally love seeing such excitement."
Zhao Tianyi was stunned, then burst into laughter, never expecting Ye Chen to insult someone without using a single curse word.
Zhao Wudao's expression changed repeatedly, never expecting Ye Chen to be so sharp-tongued, turning the tables on him in an instant. He immediately snorted: "You only dare to boast here. Once inside, let's see if you can still be so arrogant."
"Whether I'm arrogant or not, I'm not too sure. But killing someone like you is no problem at all," Ye Chen said lightly, shocking the entire scene.