Chapter 1822: The Crisis of the Eastern Region Saint King Manor

On this day, the Hailruin Continent was in an uproar. Heavens knew how many cultivators were shocked by the Supreme Power that came from from the 31st City District.

Many thought that it was a great battle caused by the birth of a hundred-thousand-year-old sacred medicine.

So, many Saint King powerhouses rushed over.

Soon after, a piece of news spread out, causing a stir in the Hailruin Continent, and even the entire East Region Holy City itself.

“Nine-step Saint Kings were killed by Supreme Sacred Artifact with no corpses left behind. The power of the Supreme Power covered an area of hundreds of miles and has not dispersed after a long time.”

“The two Nine-step Saint Kings killed were Feng Chengdao and Bai Yuejun of the Fane of Youshen.”

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The fall of a Nine-Step Saint King was not a trivial matter. For a powerful realm like the Ruiya Realm, the impact may be smaller. However, for weaker worlds, the fall of the Nine-step Saint King was akin to a major earthquake.

Suddenly, people were panicking.

“Could they have been killed by the elites of the Infernal Court?”

“The Holy City is the place where the cultivators gather. If an elite of the Infernal Court were to be hidden within the city with a Supreme Sacred Artifact, and he starts killing without compunction, a river of blood will flow.”

The destructive power of a Supreme Sacred Artifact was just too terrifying. It could wipe out the cultivators within a city in a short period of time.

It was because of that that everyone was in danger.

“Don’t worry, there is an Array Master from the Celestial Palace who is leading a group of masters to repair the ancient sacred wards of the Holy City. Once the repairs are completed, even if the cultivators of the Infernal Court have a Supreme Sacred Artifact, it would not be able to cause too big a calamity…”

The Eastern Region Holy City was an important place of the Kunlun Realm War of Merits. The Celestial Palace would naturally focus on reinforcing it, and will not allow it to be easily destroyed by the Infernal Court.

Every single district and street in the city were protected by inscription arrays, and should any combat breaks out in any street, the wards will be activated to limit the battle within a certain range.

Once the ancient sacred wards were completely restored, the defense power of every city district of the Holy City would be greatly improved.

One of the Fatal Six of the Fane of Youshen, the Drifter, stood in the 31st City District on the broken snowy ground. His entire body was intertwined with lightning as he furiously spat, “No matter if you are a cultivator of the Infernal Court, or a being of the Celestial Court, to strike against the cultivators of the Fane of Youshen means death.”

For them to lose several Nine-step Saint Kings in less than a month after coming to the Kunlun Realm, the loss Fane of Youshen had suffered was extremely heavy.

Even if the Fane of Youshen had a profound background and elites in large numbers, it still suffered a rather mortal blow.

The Drifter was collecting the residual aura of the Supreme Sacred Artifact on the battlefield. As long as the artifact was activated again, he would be able to find the perpetrator.

The Eastern Region Saint King Manor.

All of the Saints of the Chen Clan had left their positions and gathered together.

Everyone was solemn, and the atmosphere of the great hall was grim, making everyone feel a little pressured.

The Chen Clan Saint that Zhang Ruochen previously saved had returned to the East Region Saint King Manor. He stood at the center of the hall as he reported the entire incident that had happened.

The Prince of the Eastern Region, Chen Yin sat on the golden throne with his body radiating Saint Qi, and the aura he released was breathtaking.

The heir to the Eastern Region Saint King Manor, Chen Wutian stood up and said, “Meaning, the scroll has been destroyed by Hua Cangying of the Shengze Realm?”

The Chen Clan Saint was heartbroken, and he said, “Yes, it was due to my incompetence.”

The various Saints of the Chen Clan began to appear shocked and panicked.

An elder of the Chen Clan said, “These Saint cultivators are just too shameless. On the surface, they claim to have come to help the Kunlun Realm resist the incursion of the Infernal Court, but in reality, they are here for plunder. We should report it to the Celestial Palace right away.”

Chen Wutian was very calm. “The scroll has been destroyed, and without any evidence, those cultivators from those realms will definitely attack the Eastern Region Saint King Manor. So what if we report it to the Celestial Palace? How would they believe our one-sided words?”

“It’s all my fault.”

The Saint from Chen Clan said, “There was evidence of their conspiracy on the scroll. If not for me being too careless, and allowing the cultivators from the Shengze Realm to destroy the scroll, using the reflections on the scroll would have been enough for the Celestial Palace to act against them.”

“Now is not the time to hold anyone accountable, but instead, we should think of a way to deal with that imminent crisis.”

Immediately after, Chen Wu Tian said, “For them to attack the Eastern Region Saint King Manor, it’s undoubtedly for the Four-Nine Mystic Arts. We need to think of a way to take it out of the city. Whatever happens, it cannot fall into the hands of other realms.”

The Four-Nine Mystic Arts was a technique that was passed down from generation to generation and was the first half of one of the 81 Divine Techniques Tomes on the Taiyi Divine Techniques Rank, the Eight-Nine Mystic Arts.

It was important to note that many Divine Techniques of the top hundred strongest realms did not even manage to get into the Taiyi Divine Technique Rank.

If one were to get their hands on the Four-Nine Mystic Arts, one would certainly be able to increase the overall strength of a realm and shoot his or her ranking up.

This was a strategic treasure and was many times more precious than a hundred-thousand-year-old sacred medicine, as it could determine the fate of a macroworld. Due to this, many of the cultivators in the Holy City eyed the Saint King Manor and wanted to snatch the Four-Nine Mystic Arts for themselves.

However, the Eastern Region Holy City was a key point under supervision by the Emissaries Vigilant, and no one dared to act rashly.

Plus, the Chen Clan was in control of the Great Orbital Array that covered the entire city. It was not an easy thing to take down the Chen Clan without them noticing. This required the cooperation of many forces to achieve that.

Chen Wutian continued, “The Celestial Palace is not absolutely fair and just. It is composed of all of the macroworlds, and the stronger the world is, the greater its speaking rights in the Celestial Palace. So don’t think that the Celestial Palace would side with us. For them not to be an accomplice is already good enough for us to fend for ourselves.”

“Now, I’m afraid that we can only seek help from the Imperial Court, but… the Imperial Court itself is too preoccupied. I’ve heard that the battle within the Central Imperial City is even more vicious than the one here.”

Someone then added, “But regardless, we need to give it a shot.”

Chen Wutian ‘s gaze looked at Chen Ying on the throne.

Chen Ying nodded as he roused his Saint Qi, and infused it into the Regional King’s Seal on the Golden Table to make contact with the Central Imperial City.

The one standing guard in the Central Imperial City was Prime Minister Wang Shiqi. In addition, the Six Heavenly Kings, and the Holy Scripture Maiden all appeared as they stood in the Purple Palace and spoke with Chen Ying.

Sure enough, the Central Imperial City was now in a very tense situation, with countless powerhouses gathering there, and massive unrest could break out any moment.

After all, the imperial treasury of the First Central Empire had the most mystical martial arts tomes and other treasures. All of the great realms were looking to take it for their own.

As the light on the seal disappeared, all of the Chen Clan Saints fell into silence.

The Imperial Court could not render any help, and they could only rely on themselves to face the imminent crisis. But, how would they be able to withstand the enveloping attacks by so many elites of various macroworlds with just the Chen Clan’s power alone?

A moment later, Chen Ying made a very difficult decision. “Wutian is right, we need to send the Four-Nine Mystic Arts tome away. As long as the tome is within the hands of the Chen Clan, then there will be hope for us to rise again. We cannot let our legacy be broken by them.”

A Chen Clan Saint said, “The entire Saint King Manor must have been closely monitored by now. Taking the Four-Nine Mystic Arts tome out is impossible.”

“Let us not be so desperate. The Chen Clan has been in control of the Eastern Region Holy City for hundreds of thousands of years, and our roots run deep there, how can we fall that easily? We still have some trump cards that we can use. If they want to destroy the Chen Clan, then they would see half of them annihilated first.”

As he said that, the Prince of the Eastern Region, Chen Ying brought Chen Wutian in tow while they walked out of the great hall toward the deeper parts of the manor.

“My lord, do you want me to take the Four-Nine Mystic Arts tome and leave?” Chen Wutian asked.

Chen Ying walked in front and said, “Your skills and aptitude could be said to be the first amongst the Chens beyond the Middle Age period. If the Chen Clan were to be destroyed, only you could revive the Chen Clan again.”

Chen Wutian’s will was iron. “My lord, you should know that Wutian will live or die with the Chen Clan. I will never escape alone.”

Chen Ying suddenly stopped and patted Chen Wutian on the shoulder as he solemnly said, “The Chen Clan cannot perish, and the Four-Nine Mystic Arts must never fall into the hands of other realms.”

Chen Wutian was silent for a long while before saying, “Even if I want to leave, I’m afraid that I will not be able to. The Saint King Manor now is likely to have no means of exit.”

Chen Ying continued to walk forward and came to the depths of a holy mountain deep within the manor. On the cliff face of the mountain was a stone gate.

“Beneath the Saint King Manor is an ancient teleportation array. Its creation was personally done by Saint Monk Xumi’s eldest disciple, Master Fangcun at the behest of our ancestors. It could teleport you to the Chen Clan’s ancestral land. Now that the ancestral land has recovered, perhaps there is a supreme opportunity awaiting you there. Go and pick the most outstanding disciples and clansmen of the Chen Clan, and take them with you. Once all of you have left, I will destroy the array myself.”

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At the same moment, Zhang Ruochen brought Murong Yue and Xie Chengzi to the Jinhong Continent of the Eastern Region Holy City. The mountains before him stood tall, with Saint Qi flowing about, looking like a sacred area.

Not too far away stood a stone monument, engraved with ancient writings that spelled, “Sword Sanctum”.

The former master of the Sword Sanctum was the sixth disciple of Emperor Ming, Lu Yuanzi, who was also Zhang Ruochen’s sixth senior.

But his sixth senior had died many hundreds of years ago.

Now, the master of the Sword Sanctum was probably the grandson of his sixth senior, Lu Huaiyu, or better known as the Jade Saint.

The Sword Sanctum’s strength may not compare to the Eastern Region Saint King Manor, or the three orders and seven sects, but their achievements on smelting artifacts could be ranked in the top three in the Kunlun Realm.

The broken Ancient Abyssal Blade too was reforged there.

For Zhang Ruochen to come to the Sword Sanctum, naturally he was here to help the sword spirit of the Ancient Abyssal Blade to take form. If possible, he wanted to take all of the smiths in the entire Sword Sanctum to Royal Mountain.

Having a group of smiths would be helpful in his quest to rebuild the Shengming Central Empire.

However, the moment he arrived at the monument, Zhang Ruochen sensed a strange aura and an inexplicable hunch materialized in his heart.

Murong Yue stood behind Zhang Ruochen in a moon-white robe. Her waist was slim, and her legs were beautiful and slender while the hood on the robe covered her head, masking half of her beautiful face. She then said, “Your Highness, someone has used a talisman to cover the entire place. There might be a crisis… in the Sword Sanctum…”