As time passed, Tian Du Continent gradually became a focal point of turbulence within the myriad realms, much like the former Purple Mansion Holy Land in its day. One after another, immortal forces crossed over, appearing in the Myriad Saints Domain and entering Tian Du Continent.
For everyone could sense that a certain transformation was occurring within Tian Du Continent. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth had quietly grown many times richer.
All signs indicated that this world was undergoing a revival.
This phenomenon could be due to the imminent emergence of the September Great Power's legacy, or perhaps the origin of the great demon refined in ancient times was about to appear, attracting the attention of countless forces from across the myriad realms.
For the legacy of an ancient Great Power could at the very least establish an immortal lineage. No one could ignore such immense temptation.
Even powers as mighty as the Sovereign and Imperial Clans would be moved.
The origin of a Great Power-level great demon likewise held unparalleled allure even for ancient Great Powers.
Precisely because of this, during this period, Tian Du Continent, which had already gathered numerous forces, saw an influx of even more powers from the myriad domains, converging upon this ancient land.
Powerful experts were as numerous as clouds, masters stood like a forest, and the entire world was filled with the aura of formidable warriors.
Moreover, during this time, along with the various major forces came young Heaven's Prides.
Many forces believed that this Great Power's legacy might choose someone from the younger generation as its inheritor, hence they brought along the outstanding young elites from their respective factions.
Thus, within a mere two or three months, one powerful young elite after another appeared in Tian Du Continent, flooding into this ancient world to engage in a different kind of struggle for the Human Sovereign's path.
For a time, Tian Du Continent became a gathering place for heroes, the primary hub for the younger generation. One dazzlingly brilliant Heaven's Pride after another emerged, traversing Tian Du Continent while constantly clashing and competing with one another.
Naturally, the participation of young True Kings was not lacking either. Each was a true dragon among men, possessing a powerful kingly aura that pressed down upon the other young Heaven's Prides, forcing them to retreat to the sidelines.
There were even rumors that a supreme Heaven's Pride suspected to be an Immortal True King had appeared and would also join the struggle for the September Great Power's origin.
During this gathering of heroes, one outstanding Heaven's Pride after another distinguished themselves, making a name that shook the world.
Yet, no matter which Heaven's Pride it was, none possessed absolute confidence in securing victory, and all faced terrifying pressure.
Everyone knew that within this Tian Du Continent existed a taboo-like supreme figure—the Battle Saint King.
This was an existence that made all factions wary and gave them headaches. Although he was only a Demi-Saint, everyone understood how invincible the Battle Saint King's current might was.
He had recreated the Mythical Ten Heavens and was truly invincible within the same realm. Even when four Demi-Saint Kings jointly attacked, he had suppressed them with ease while in the same realm, and could even slay Saints under the starry sky.
Faced with such a supremely powerful figure, who could feel at ease?
Unless one truly broke into the Saint Realm, how many in the current world could be his match?
I'm afraid even an Immortal True King would find it difficult to contend with the Battle Saint King while in the same realm.
After all, he was at the Mythical Ten Heavens, one heaven higher than everyone else.
Yet this very monster, whom all major forces greatly feared, was precisely someone they could not touch. Several ancient Great Powers had stepped forward to protect him. Who would dare make a move? That would be nothing but a suicidal act.
Precisely because of this, he was the most worthy of fear.
However, there was one point worth being grateful for: ever since the Battle Saint King intervened to save the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's experts three months ago, he seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if he had left Tian Du Continent, with no further news of him.
Had the Battle Saint King already left Tian Du Continent?
Many forces were quite curious!
Yet no one knew that Ye Chen had not left Tian Du Continent at this time. The September Great Power's legacy was about to emerge soon; how could he pass up this opportunity?
However, he was not single-mindedly focused on forced seclusion and bitter cultivation. Going too far is as bad as not going far enough. Twelve years of seclusion was already long enough; he could not engage in further bitter cultivation in the short term. What he needed to do was simply maintain a natural state of mind, treating people and handling matters with equanimity—that was sufficient.
He clearly understood this principle, so he chose to slow down, retracting his aura. He even utilized the secret technique "Stealing Heaven and Changing Earth" from the Battle Saint Art. This was not merely about changing one's appearance and identity; it could even completely alter one's origin aura. It was a first-rate secret art under the heavens, containing infinite wonders.
Employing Stealing Heaven and Changing Earth, Ye Chen left the Heavenly Gate's base and began traveling across Tian Du Continent, silently experiencing the sentiments of the mortal world, hoping to wash away the ostentation and achieve smooth perfection, making himself more rounded and powerful.
Although the Battle Saint Body was supremely powerful and majestic, it was also overly domineering. It needed hardness with softness, a balance of firmness and flexibility, to truly become invincible.
Thus, Ye Chen cast aside his invincible demeanor.
On this day, he arrived at a tranquil lake in the southern region of Tian Du Continent. He had transformed from a heroic and handsome youth into a young man with an ordinary face, even his origin aura completely altered.
Even if a Heavenly King realm expert were present, it would be difficult for them to discern his true identity.
He wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and a loose robe, sitting cross-legged on the lakeshore. A bamboo rod appeared in his hand as he fished, motionless as if in deep meditation or petrified.
The rod had a line but no hook. He was not fishing for fish, but for patience and a tranquil state of mind.
Autumn leaves fell, one after another, landing on him, piling up on his straw hat.
For a full day and night, he remained utterly still. Even a python slithered past him, mistaking him for a stone statue.
Birds also landed, perching on his head and shoulders.
Only after three days and three nights did he finally move, transitioning from extreme stillness to motion, startling the birds on him, which cried out as they flew away.
The next morning, he ceased fishing. Instead, he transformed into a woodcutter and entered the mountain forest, a broken axe in hand.
Despite possessing world-destroying supreme Saint might, he was sweating profusely, laboriously chopping at a short, thick tree no wider than a palm. It took him a good hour to finally fell it with great effort.
Yet his expression remained calm, his mind peaceful, as he continued to chop down the next tree.
After three days and three nights, every tree on this mountain ridge as thick as a bowl's mouth had been felled by him. On the ground, he left behind a pile of firewood as high as a small hill, all of similar thickness and length.
Afterward, he transformed into a hunter, entering the deep mountains to hunt, using a longbow to pursue lions, tigers, and other fierce beasts...