Chapter 823 The Quietly Approaching Crisis

Sun Bo's expression changed, and he said in surprise, "What you said is exactly the same as my master! It was precisely because my master knew that Young Master Luo Tong's staff technique had not grasped the true essence that he sent him out to hone it, seeking a breakthrough!"

Luo Tong was astonished and said, "What are you saying? Was it for this reason that Master sent me out to challenge young geniuses?"

Sun Bo nodded and said, "Exactly! This was my master's private assessment of you, but he said you needed to realize it yourself, so he didn't tell you. This young man is eerily perceptive!"

Luo Tong looked at Ye Yuan, a complex expression in his eyes.

This young man was clearly about the same age as himself, but his air of seasoned wisdom was quite intimidating.

But by now, Luo Tong no longer doubted Ye Yuan's extraordinariness.

To say something identical to his master's words was not something just anyone could do.

"Fine, I'll go back and ask Master right now. If I find out you've been deceiving me, your entire Holy Land had better prepare for destruction!" Luo Tong snorted coldly, withdrew his staff, and left.

Sun Bo followed closely behind, and the two gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing the unfathomable old man leave, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

The pressure Sun Bo had brought upon them was immense; they had been tense, not daring to relax at all.

However, the elders looked at Ye Yuan with somewhat complicated expressions.

Sun Bo's strength was at least at the Dao Xuan Second Layer, or even the Third Layer, yet he repeatedly called Luo Tong's master his own master, indicating that master's strength was surely unfathomable!

But from Ye Yuan's words, it seemed he was an old acquaintance of that Dong Feiyang, which was too bizarre.

Yet for them, this seemed unimportant. Without a doubt, Ye Yuan was protecting the Red Cloud Holy Land, and that was enough.

The stronger Ye Yuan became, the brighter the future of the Red Cloud Holy Land, and their families would naturally benefit as well.

The appearance of Luo Tong and Sun Bo caused great upheaval in the Baiwu Domain.

They had swept through almost all the Holy Lands.

Some imprudent Holy Lands were even severely punished by Sun Bo, who crippled their Boundless Realm elders!

Those young geniuses were also badly beaten by Luo Tong, some even crippled.

The only one left unscathed was the Red Cloud Holy Land.

After this incident, Ye Yuan's prestige in the Red Cloud Holy Land soared to unprecedented heights.

And the pills Ye Yuan refined helped the Holy Land's young geniuses smoothly break through their bottlenecks.

The one who benefited the most was actually Wu Jiantong.

Ye Yuan refined a super-grade Enlightenment Pill for him, and after taking it, he quickly broke through his shackles and reached the Heaven Enlightenment Realm.

Wu Jiantong knew that he would never catch up to Ye Yuan's pace, even after breaking through to the Heaven Enlightenment Realm.

After this, the Red Cloud Holy Land entered a relatively peaceful period.

And Ye Yuan himself did not know that a great crisis was brewing.

At this time, in the distant Haori City of the Daxiang Domain, Zhou Yan finally received news of Ye Yuan!

"Are you saying that Ye Yuan, that native, actually became the young master of a Ninth-Rank Holy Land in about a year? And his strength is comparable to Heaven Enlightenment Realm martial artists? Are you sure you're not joking?" Upon hearing this news, Zhou Yan's mood was clearly not good.

The retainer Zhou Yu, whom he had sent out, said cautiously, "Absolutely true! The subordinate I sent lurked in the Red Cloud Holy Land for a month, and their new young master should be the Ye Yuan you mentioned. He originally planned to capture Ye Yuan alive, but that Ye Yuan used some unknown means to subdue an Eighth-Order Great Perfection Black Flood Dragon about to transform into a dragon. He was no match, so he dared not act rashly!"

"An Eighth-Order Great Perfection Black Flood Dragon? Are you sure this information is correct? How could he, a Boundless Realm cultivator, subdue an Eighth-Order Great Perfection Black Flood Dragon?" Zhou Yan refused to believe.

Zhou Yu said, "When I heard this news, my reaction was exactly the same as yours, but this matter is indeed true. On the day of Ye Yuan's succession, he defeated the strongest of the Seven Sons with a single move, then released the Black Flood Dragon. Everyone in the Red Cloud Holy Land saw it; it cannot be false."

Zhou Yan's face was ashen, and his heart suddenly became extremely restless.

For some reason, a trace of threat arose within him!

When he saw Ye Yuan in the lower realm, Ye Yuan was merely a Soul Sea Realm martial artist. How much time had passed? Ye Yuan had cultivated at an astonishing speed to the Boundless Realm, and even possessed strength comparable to the Heaven Enlightenment Realm!

At this rate, it was not impossible for Ye Yuan to catch up to him!

Zhou Yan absolutely could not tolerate being surpassed by a native like Ye Yuan! Moreover, Ye Yuan was his greatest rival in love!

Over the past two years, Zhou Yan often saw that look of longing and affection on Yue Mengli's face, which deeply wounded his male pride.

Anyone in the world could surpass him, Zhou Yan, but not Ye Yuan!

Originally, Zhou Yan had not taken Ye Yuan seriously at all, but upon hearing this news, he had to face this native rival.

Ye Yuan's rate of progress was too astonishing!

"Zhou Yu, come with me to the Red Cloud Holy Land!" Zhou Yan was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke.

"Yes, young master!"

Zhou Yu knew Zhou Yan well; when he heard this news, he knew Ye Yuan would not live.

So he was not at all surprised by Zhou Yan's order.

...

On a certain small island in the Divine Realm, the scenery was pleasant and beautiful, giving a sense of a paradise.

On the island was a small peak, on which stood a pavilion, beneath which was a stone table.

At either end of the stone table sat a middle-aged man and an old man, playing a game of Go.

The old man, holding black stones, placed one and laughed heartily, "Zhong Zizhen, you've lost again! In these ten days, you haven't won a single game! The illustrious Soul Martial Divine King, how did you become such a terrible player? This doesn't suit you!"

That middle-aged man was actually the legendary Soul Martial Divine King, Zhong Zizhen!

Zhong Zizhen smiled and said, "Recently, I've been feeling restless for no reason, as if something is about to happen."

The old man's expression changed and he said, "At our level of cultivation, we can perceive the Heavenly Dao. For you to have such a premonition, something major must indeed be about to happen!"

Zhong Zizhen nodded slightly and said, "In recent years, undercurrents have been stirring in the Divine Realm. It won't be long before something major truly occurs. When that time comes, I'm afraid even we won't be able to escape this vortex."

The old man sighed softly and said, "At our level of cultivation, we are already indifferent to worldly affairs. Apart from the Divine Realm, what else could move us?"