Xie Xuan’s words jolted Zhang Chen awake. He turned his head and saw Xie Xuan, wearing a mask on the riverbank, instantly recognizing his identity.
Although he hadn’t marked Xie Xuan with a Soul Mark, the Great Freedom Celestial Demon was stirring things up everywhere, and a Celestial Demon had already taken root and sprouted in Xie Xuan’s heart.
Xie Xuan’s disguise was excellent; his true appearance was completely hidden, and his Qi Mechanism was entirely sealed. No wonder he dared to act so brazenly, even Gu Mingyue couldn’t see through his origins.
At this moment, Xie Xuan looked at Zhang Chen with a face full of dread and asked out loud, "How is Liu Feng’s soul?"
Back when Zhang Chen had overpowered the tenth-tier Old Dragon King, Xie Xuan had witnessed it firsthand, and he was extremely wary of this sinister fellow.
Hearing Xie Xuan’s inquiry, Zhang Chen glanced at him and replied, "Liu Feng is dead."
"What about the Divine Position?" Xie Xuan’s heart skipped a beat, and he inquired further.
Zhang Chen shook his head at these words, "Liu Feng’s life and death are intertwined, and that Divine Position disappeared into the Miluo River, leaving no trace. Who knows who might have the fortune to inherit the Divine Position."
Upon hearing this, Xie Xuan felt some suspicion in his heart, but since he didn’t know much about the Divine Position, he couldn’t tell if Zhang Chen’s words were true or false. With Zhang Chen’s flawless replies, he couldn’t probe any further.
"The reinforcements from the Yellow Heaven Dao and the experts from Prince Pingbian’s Mansion will arrive soon; we should hurry and escape." Xie Xuan did not want to delay. For him, he had already obtained the Divine Flesh and Blood he desired, and as for the ownership of the Divine Position, though he was a bit greedy, he didn’t want to get entangled with Zhang Chen.
After speaking, Xie Xuan’s body disintegrated into flashes of thunder and disappeared into the night. Upon seeing this, Zhang Chen dared not delay and promptly turned into mist, fleeing.
He still needed to rush to the battlefield to see if he could collect the blood required for the Blood Transformation Divine Saber. If he could cultivate the Blood Transformation Divine Saber, it would be excellent news for him.
Shortly after Zhang Chen left, several beams of divine light from incense offerings descended one after another, patrolling the banks of the Miluo River.
"This is bad; Liu Feng’s soul aura has disappeared. It seems that he ultimately couldn’t make it through and fell victim to a plot." Gu Mingyue stood by the river, looking at the mighty waves of the Miluo River, a look of embarrassment in his eyes.
One must know that he was planning to split the Northern Land’s Yellow Heaven Dao and stand on his own, but who would have thought that such a change would occur?
"There is no need to fall out at this point. I’ll continue to lie low and wait for the Old Dragon King to succeed in Transformed Dragon and Walking Flood Dragon. By then, I’ll naturally have the capital to contend against the Great Virtuous Master." With some relief in his heart, Gu Mingyue was glad he hadn’t torn face with the Yellow Heaven Dao, otherwise, things might have become significantly troublesome.
"Lie low! Continue to lie low! When the time comes, I’ll blame all changes on Liu Feng and extricate myself effortlessly. Liu Feng died, but his death has value." Gu Mingyue praised himself silently.
Although Liu Feng had died, his role had already been fulfilled. The matter of divine enthronement had been confirmed. As soon as those from various major powers obtained Liu Feng’s Divine Body and blood, they would naturally know whether divine enthronement could lead to immortality. By then, the Yellow Heaven Dao would experience an explosive growth.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chen turned into mist and skimmed across the sky, arriving remotely at the battlefield, seeing that several large mountains near the battlefield had been leveled.
In the battlefield, countless martial world people searched the soil like ants, hoping to find a piece of Divine Flesh and Blood to transcend.
The army from Prince Pingbian’s Mansion was blocked by lava and had yet to arrive in time to seal the mountain range. Now was a grand feast for all the martial world people.
Zhang Chen didn’t want to show his face, so he infiltrated underground, moving beneath the surface, collecting the blood that seeped through from above.
Unfortunately, besides Liu Feng’s Divine Blood, the other blood couldn’t satisfy the cultivation requirements, and Zhang Chen could only leave disappointed.
"It seems those superpower users aren’t that remarkable; their blood can’t satisfy the cultivation of the Blood Transformation Divine Saber. Could something be missing?" Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
He had seen those superpower users in action, their Divine Techniques were powerful, though not as strong as Liu Feng, they could still be regarded as Moving Mountains and Inverting Seas, so why couldn’t they satisfy the cultivation of the Blood Transformation Divine Saber?
Zhang Chen couldn’t understand. Did it mean the Divine Blood required for the Blood Transformation Divine Saber had to flow from the body of a transformed mysterious Divine Spirit?
Upon careful calculation, he had already collected five types of mysterious blood, and although he was still some distance from the eighteen types, he wasn’t too far off.