Chapter 1197: Out of the Deity Ground

While Chen Fan was cultivating in the deity ground and was one last step away—

On a large, dazzling planet deep in the Star Ocean, countless energy streams fell down like waterfalls and many Dao Laws rumbled in the sky. The planet was a few hundred times bigger than Earth. Tons of cultivators, including Nascent Soul cultivators, flew around it. Such a planet could be regarded as a large planet with life, which could nurture generations and generations of cultivators.

Planet Yushan.

This was a large and prestigious planet along the border of a region that wasn’t under anyone’s jurisdiction, where the Wuji Sect, the Changshen Sect and Apollo Palace were located, which was why it flourished to an extreme. Countless Immortal cultivators and big chambers of commerce went there and turned it into a famous shopping paradise in the Little South Heavenly Realm. Some murderers, wanted by the Divine Sects, even smuggled while they hid there. As long as they didn’t leave that planet, those Divine Sects would turn a blind eye to their crimes.

But, that day…

The atmosphere on Planet Yushan was extremely solemn. Many law enforcement teams under the management committee—stern looking people wearing black armors, black helmets and holding weapons—filled the entire sky. They lined up in battle formations and were extremely vicious. People would be immediately killed if they disobeyed orders in the city, so many wouldn’t even dare to speak aloud.

“What’s going on? There hasn’t been a curfew on Planet Yushan for many years. The last time was when the former Lord died and the new one was enthroned.”

“Right, is a new powerhouse coming this way? Perhaps the elders of the imperishable sects are here?”

“I’m not sure!”

Everyone was confused.

The highest authority of Planet Yushan was a management committee formed by a group of Nascent Soul elders.

Although the Nascent Soul cultivators had been slaughtered like chickens by Chen Fan outside planet Earth, their factions were still considered superior on a planet. Even powerful planets like Planet Yushan would merely have dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators.

The current Lord of Planet Yushan was Sun Yu, who was known as the Fuhai Sword. He was an old Nascent Soul cultivator who had already reached the peak stage a long time before. Even though he didn’t have the domains of a Half Soul Formation cultivator, his swordsmanship was truly impressive; there was barely anyone at the Nascent Soul level who could compete with him. His Fuhai Sword was said to be able to form an ocean a thousand miles wide; it would cover the world when it flew out. He was a widely known being in the Little South Heavenly Realm.

But, at that moment—

The stern looking old men—who wore black robes with star patterns—were respectfully standing outside the main hall of Planet Yushan with their hands clasped together, not daring to say a word.

They were trembling; none of them had the courage to glance at the hall. Those old men were obviously the Nascent Soul elders of Planet Yushan. They used to be superior, able to shake the entire Planet Yushan by stomping their feet, but then they didn’t even have the right to enter the hall. Many strong guards had flooded the surroundings of the main hall while keeping formations.

Inside the main hall.

Strong power fell like mountains and sacred energy filled the hall, turning that place into a Divine Kingdom. Normal Nascent Soul cultivators would inevitably be pressed down by that force, immediately making them kneel and bow on the floor. Only Sun Yu, the Lord of Planet Yushan—who was known as the Fuhai Sword in the surrounding planet regions, the ruler of a planet—was standing inside carefully with his body bent, pouring tea and performing activities normally done by servants.

Two people were sitting in the hall.

One of them was a middle-aged man wearing an azure outfit and carrying a sword on his back. His eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were like stars; his fingers were long and fair.

The man looked cold; he sat there like the center of the entire main hall and the universe. Everyone who looked at him felt as if they were staring at a sharp Divine Sword that went straight to Heaven. That sharp blade was even capable of injuring someone’s soul. Although the man was unfamiliar, Sun Yu looked at him as he would God; he was acting a hundred times more respectful than to his own Master. The young man in an azure outfit had a lot of famous titles, like second Prince of Apollo Palace, the least adored son of the Golden Bird Emperor and the “Ruined Royal,” who had been wandering around since he was small. He didn’t care about secular etiquette and indulged in drinking.

But most people called him Sword Saint respectfully!

The Sword Saint, Qin Shang!

He was a peerless being that made an imperishable sect bow with a sword, all by himself. Even among the Overlords in the whole Little South Heavenly Realm, he could be counted among the top five or even the top three!

Yes, that was a Grand Cultivator, a real Soul Formation Grand Cultivator.

Sun Yu was unable to keep his heart from shaking as he thought of himself serving tea for a Soul Formation Grand Cultivator. Not everyone would get a chance to serve a Soul Formation Cultivator, or the famous Sword Saint, Qin Shang. Even though it was just Qin Shang’s clone who had visited them—the real body being somewhere dangerous in the Star Ocean to temper his Sword Intent—that still made Sun Yu shake emotionally.

The other person sitting there was a young man in a purple outfit. Plumes of purple smoke rose from the middle of his eyebrows; nine purple gold talismans could be seen floating in his eyes when he blinked.

The young man was just a Nascent Soul cultivator, but he was sitting calmly opposite to the Sword Saint, Qin Shang. He didn’t seem uneasy at all, as if the one in front of him wasn’t the clone of a Grand Cultivator. The entire hall was filled with Qin Shang’s power. There was only an area three feet wide around that young man with purple energy rising, becoming his own domain.

Sun Yu couldn’t figure this young man out at all. The two of them seemed to have a similar level, but Sun Yu felt as if the young man could easily crush him, the Fuhai Sword, to pieces with a single finger. There was a man and a woman standing behind the young man. The man was twelve foot tall, who was clad in armor and standing tall like a mountain, while the woman was gorgeous and elegant, like the top fairy in the Little South Heavenly Realm. Both of their energies were extremely terrifying and unpredictable, which made Sun Yu feel slightly fearful.

“However, no matter how powerful he is, he’s just a Nascent Soul cultivator after all. How can he sit on the same level as the Sword Saint? It’s not right even if it’s just a clone,” Sun Yu wondered.

A Grand Cultivator was someone that stood above Heaven, like a True Dragon.

The arrival of the Sword Saint’s clone made everyone on Planet Yushan feel extremely horrified. The elders, the Planet Lord and even the most ordinary law enforcement disciples were aghast with his mere presence. Everyone stopped what they were doing and followed all of Qin Shang’s orders. The main hall had already caught the attention of tens of billions of people on the entire Planet Yushan right then.

Even the Planet Lord, Sun Yu, had to bow down and serve tea; the elders were respectfully standing outside the hall like guards.

That was the power of a Grand Cultivator.

He was already like an Emperor from the ancient Earth without saying a word. Every move he made affected millions of people.

So, the longer Sun Yu stayed in the hall and saw how calm and nonchalant that young man in purple was; that brought even more chills to his spine. Not even the Grand Elders from the imperishable sects would dare to sit opposite to the Grand Cultivator.

“That is definitely someone impressive. He may be the son of some Grand Cultivator, or… Could he be from outside the Little South Heavenly Realm?” Sun Yu gasped upon thinking that.

He looked at the young man’s look and his purple outfit while some astonishing ideas came to mind. He became increasingly respectful and acted with more care.

However, Sun Yu and the entire Planet Yushan were like ants in the eyes of Qin Shang or the young man in purple; they didn’t care about them, at all. People of their level would only see eye to eye with those who were also Soul Formation cultivators or the one’s with a high status.

Qin Shang said gently, “The last time I saw you was three centuries ago. I went to the Purple Heaven Sacred Ground to meet your teacher, Master Yuangu, to ask him about his experience in Soul Refinement. You were only a little boy back then, having just been accepted as one of his disciples. I can’t believe you’d be so famous in Star Ocean, becoming the Sacred Prince Candidate of the Purple Heaven Sacred Ground three centuries later.”

“The Purple Heaven Sacred Ground? The Sacred Prince Candidate?”

Those two names were like two bolts of thunder in Sun Yu’s ears. The hand he was using to hold a teacup shook slightly. The tea would have been spilled if his power weren’t strong enough.

The man and woman pair standing behind the young guest immediately glanced at Sun Yu with electricity and sharpness in their eyes, just like swords.

The young man didn’t care about them. He sat tall and said with a smile, “I’ve only earned a little fame. How could I deserve compliments from you? I’m not a real Sacred Prince, just a candidate. Even though I’ve remained in my own sect, I heard about how you single handedly suppressed a sect with just one sword, shocking the Little South Heavenly Realm in the process. My Master even said that according with your strength, your swordsmanship can be one of the top ten, not just in the Little South Heavenly Realm, but also the whole ‘South Heavenly Realm.'”

“If you really were a Sacred Prince, my father and my big brother wouldn’t have only sat there; they would have gone out to greet you when you arrived,” Qin Shang said coldly.

If people in the Little South Heavenly Realm would have heard what he had just said, even their souls would have been scared out of them.

However, the Purple Heaven Sacred Ground indeed had an extremely high status. It was the most powerful and the most historical sect near the Little South Heavenly Realm; it had ruled many planet regions in the surroundings and had ancient Saints. Having received such a Sacred Prince was earth-shattering; it was enough to move the sun and the moon. Even the Grand Cultivators had to show respect to the Sacred Prince.

“I’m flattered, although I’m well aware of my strength. I may still be powerful in the Little South Heavenly Realm, but I wouldn’t even be counted among the top twenty or thirty, let alone top ten.” Qin Shang shook his head. “Right, why are you here this time? The Little South Heavenly Realm isn’t as flourishing as the real South Heavenly Realm. This can only count as a backcountry for you. We don’t even have a lot of masters and talents.”

Not only Qin Shang.

Even Sun Yu standing next to him was curious.

The identity of the young man was astonishing. Even though he wasn’t a real Sacred Prince, but merely a Sacred Prince Candidate, it was still an impressive fact. No wonder Qin Shang—a Grand Cultivator—had to send a clone over to meet him.

“For the elites at the top of the universe, the Little South Heavenly Realm truly counts as a backcountry.” Sun Yu felt bitter in his mind.

The beautiful fairy behind the young man said respectfully, “Divine Lord, apart from traveling around the planet regions to broaden his horizons, our Sacred Prince also came because he heard that there was a reincarnated Grand Cultivator in the Abandoned Planet Region. He’s here to meet him and see if he truly is what he claims to be.”

The young man smiled; his silence confirmed her statement.

Qin Shang looked at him with his emotionless eyes and didn’t comment further.

When the Sacred Prince Candidates of the Purple Heaven Sacred Ground fought for the sole Sacred Prince position, they would usually go out to look for young elites that could become their followers and backups. All the talents in many planet regions wanted to follow those Sacred Prince Candidates; it represented a chance for them to later break through to the Soul Formation level in the future. Some older Half Grand Cultivators were also willing to humble themselves in order to become their followers. This time, the young man apparently made the trip because he had heard about Chen Fan. He was interested, and wanted to recruit him as a subordinate.

“The situation of that guy is special. He’s not an ordinary reincarnation of a Grand Cultivator. Even Tatian died in his hands; he had power on par with the true Soul Formation level. It may also be tricky for you,” Qin Shang said.

“Don’t worry, Divine Lord. I can handle it,” said the young man respectfully as he made a slight bow, but his eyes were full of arrogance.

“All right!”

Qin Shang only nodded.

He disappeared from the main hall the next second; the terrifying energy that fell like a mountain was immediately dissipated. Sun Yu was finally able to get up and take a deep breath; only the young man in purple was still sitting and drinking tea.

Soon—

News was spread about the arrival of Yang Xuan, the Sacred Prince Candidate of the Purple Heaven Sacred Ground, and of the potential recruitment of talents in the entire Little South Heavenly Realm. The whole realm was astonished and Planet Yushan had instantly caught the attention of many planet regions.

Meanwhile…

Chen Fan had slowly opened the door.