"What's going on?" Long Chen said gravely.
No wonder he always felt like disaster was about to strike—that intense unease didn't come from the surroundings, but from the distant future.
"I can't say for sure. I've surveyed the terrain of Saint King Prefecture and found that the layout here has problems.
From a feng shui perspective, this is a treasure land, gathering all the spiritual energy of Nieying Heaven, endlessly renewing and cycling. Logically, this is a place of rest.
But I found that this treasured land seemed to have been tampered with, with the endless chain infused with traces of deathly energy.
This wisp of deathly energy comes from underground, but the place affecting the feng shui layout here is too far away. I don't have time to investigate, so I can't pinpoint the exact location.
At first, I didn't pay much attention. After all, this wisp of deathly energy couldn't affect this place at all, but the moment I stepped into the arena, I understood.
That wisp of deathly energy was just a primer, with no real power in itself. Its purpose was to collect the blood soul power of those powerful figures who died on the Saint King Arena.
The blood soul power of the Nine Heavens beings fused with the aura of the dark monster, forming an unprecedented force.
Right now, this arena is gathering this power, and that Fortune Pearl is very likely the key to igniting this force. Mo Nian said.
"Unleash this power?" What does that mean? Is this about to wipe out all living beings in the Holy King State? Long Chen gasped. Was he planning to wipe out all the elites of the Nine Heavens in one fell swoop?
Mo Nian shook her head and said, "It's not that simple. I've seen the feng shui layout here. Once this power erupts, it targets a spatial gate." "
A Gate of Space?" Long Chen was taken aback.
"It really is a spatial gate, but that gate is too far from here, separated by a celestial barrier. I only know it is a spatial gate, but I haven't had time to investigate the specifics yet.
That's why I say the Saint King Arena is just a small trap. The person who set it up should have aimed at that spatial gate. Mo Nian said.
Long Chen's heart raced wildly. Who could have such a grand move to control the Saint King Arena? This is simply a heaven-defying power.
Long Chen knew Mo Nian's personality well. This guy never tells the truth about small matters or lies about big ones. He wouldn't say anything like this unless he was absolutely sure.
Mo Nian continued, "Although we don't know who the mastermind is, or what their motives are, what exactly is hidden behind the Gate of Space?"
But to use the lives of so many beings to carry out this plan, it was unlikely to be any good. Once the spatial gate opened, the structure of the Nine Heavens would inevitably be disrupted.
It doesn't matter if things get messed up; the real worry is that the mastermind behind the scenes has an even more terrifying plan, and we all become his pawns.
So, we need to find a way to disrupt his plans and not let him succeed. "
At the cost of countless lives, opening a gate—this person is too bold. Isn't he afraid of being attacked by a group of people?"
"Do you think anyone among these people on the arena knows about this?" Long Chen asked.
Mo Nian immediately gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, you even thought of that." "
Long Chen suspected that someone was secretly stirring things up, deliberately stirring up trouble among everyone, and then combining these things with what Mo Nian had said.
"Some definitely know, but no one really knows who it is, and they wouldn't foolishly step forward.
If they risk their lives to enter the trap, there must be a huge benefit—and a huge benefit.
So we need to keep a close eye on them. Once the benefits appear, we will seize them. We absolutely cannot let them have a low advantage.
As for that idiot from the Purple-Blooded Xu family whom you beat up, I guarantee he definitely doesn't know. If he did, he wouldn't have come to fight you so soon. Mo Nian said.
"How do you know I hit him?" Long Chen was momentarily stunned.
"I've already secretly searched for someone's soul. I know everything that's happened on your side.
You need to pay attention to the eight great immortal families—they definitely know about it. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so steady and motionless.
As for the Great Yan royal family, it's hard to say. They're arrogant, disregarding everyone. Whether they know or not, they're all like that. Mo Nian said.
Long Chen nodded. Just as Mo Nian said, the eight great families were extremely low-key, always keeping a low profile. Except for Long Aotian who spoke a few words, no one else said a word.
Even Jiang Fengfei had been hiding and hadn't shown herself at all. After stepping onto the arena, Long Chen hadn't seen her, which was quite unusual.
Not only the eight great families, but many terrifying powerhouses have always kept a low profile. The arena now is like a dormant volcano, ready to erupt at any moment, and all kinds of terrifying monsters will emerge.
"Wouldn't the greatest benefit be the Pearl of Fortune?" Long Chen said softly.
"That should be it. The Fortune Pearl is related to the fortune of the Nine Heavens, so by rights, it shouldn't be controlled by anyone.
Although some people can control the arena and borrow the power of the Fortune Pearl, once used, the Fortune Pearl probably won't disappear, so everyone can still fight for it.
We just don't know what changes the Fortune Pearl will have at that time. We need to keep a close watch. Mo Nian said.
While the two were talking, the number of dark monsters on the arena increased. Each race fought desperately to kill them. Under these circumstances, all races suffered widespread casualties. After all, a barrage of punches could kill a master. In such a chaotic battlefield, unless one is a supreme master, once lost, death is certain.
"Brothers."
At that moment, Guo Ran and the others led everyone over and joined up with the others. When they saw these Dragonblood Warriors, they were overjoyed. Their numbers had suddenly surged from over two thousand to over five thousand.
The Dragonblood warriors reunited, each with a boiling passion as they recalled the world-ending battle on the Tianwu Continent, feeling as if a lifetime had passed.
Along with Guo Ran and the others, there were those weak fighters who had failed on the steps, as well as the strong ones who had come to support Long Chen. Their team was extremely numerous, but the real experts were less than thirty percent of the total number, so it took quite a bit of time to make their way here.
"You're still so nosy about others' business." Mo Nian looked at some cultivators in the group whose faces still showed fear and shook his head, clearly disagreeing with Long Chen's approach.
Bringing along these weak people will affect overall operational efficiency and drag you down, which is very inadvisable.
"This is no trivial matter; it's a kind of inheritance." Long Chen said with a smile.
"What inheritance?" Mo Nian said somewhat dismissively.
Long Chen said seriously, "The Emperor's legacy is the spiritual legacy passed down to me by five Great Emperors.
The strong should shoulder greater responsibility. Brother Yunshang, Brother Qingxu, Brother Mo Li, Sister Hanwei, Brother Ziyang—each one is a peerless figure who stunned the ages.
If they ignored 'trivial matters,' they would have already ascended to the Immortal Realm, roaming the heavens. Even after all this time in the Immortal Realm, countless battles, and countless prodigies, I have never seen anyone who can match them.
If they didn't interfere in 'other affairs,' the Tianwu Continent would have been gone long ago. Would there still be you and me? When
Long Chen mentioned the five Great Emperors, Mo Nian's face showed reverence. He nodded and said,
"Sorry, I shouldn't have ...."
"Boom."
Just as Mo Nian felt sorry for his words, a sudden explosion rang out. Countless people cried out in alarm—the crystal coffin that had trapped Yan Wuji had actually been opened.