Chapter 111: Chapter 109: Rank 2 High-Level, a Sudden Change in the Situation

In the days that followed, Fang Yang remained on Luoyun Mountain to cultivate in seclusion.

But beyond Luoyun Mountain, especially on the front lines where the armies of the Minghai Race and Changkong clashed, the situation was turbulent and ever-changing.

One hero after another took the stage.

This was especially true for the war generals who had just acquired their desired treasures at the Sen Feng Auction. Jiang Venerable Sword, for example, shone with a dazzling light, his Sword Qi soaring to the heavens.

[After Jiang Venerable Sword refined the "Flood Dragon’s Reverse Scale" Sacred Object, his "Ancient Sword Flood Dragon Transformation" became increasingly fierce and vicious, turning him into a major problem for the Minghai Race.]

[With Jiang Venerable Sword as its spearhead, Sen Yue’s army shattered the balance. Its massive forces are now encroaching, step by step, into the northern territories of the Minghai Race.]

[The sea is boundless, its waves surging endlessly.]

[The fighting grows more intense by the day. Every day, tens of thousands of lives are lost.]

[The sea is a field of blood!]

"Jiang Venerable Sword and his Ancient Sword Flood Dragon Transformation... truly extraordinary."

"A Sword Dao Cultivator... But why do I get the feeling that this [Flood Dragon’s Reverse Scale] was prepared specifically for Jiang Venerable Sword?"

Hearing the reports from the front lines, Fang Yang slowly rose from the stone bench.

At that moment, an aura of the Tier Two High-Grade realm flowed from his body, shattering the stone bench and reducing it to dust.

That’s right—Fang Yang had reached the Tier Two High-Grade realm.

Although as his realm advanced, the effects of the Little Whale Swallowing Skill, a Tier Three Eating Skill, were diminishing.

But thanks to his Carp Eagle Spirit Body having evolved to a Grade-A quality, his cultivation speed remained extremely fast.

[Jiang Venerable Sword, as if transformed into an ancient Sword Flood Dragon, threw the front lines into chaos.]

[He charged in and out seven times, single-handedly fighting three of the Minghai Race’s Dao Seeds.]

[Under these circumstances, it was unknown what the "Minghai Monarch," Minghai Difficult Crossing, was waiting for, while the "Monarch of the Long Sky," Sen Yue, remained as unmoving as a mountain.]

[The storm raged on, but everyone understood that an even greater one was about to descend!]

"SCREEE—"

The White Feathered Eagle soared high on its wings, then swooped down from the sky to land beside Fang Yang.

After so many days of tempering, the White Feathered Eagle had also broken through, reaching the Tier Two Elementary realm.

The White Feathered Eagle’s realm was now equal to Zhang Ye’s.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked at the members of the White Feathered Eagle tribe who had temporarily withdrawn from the front lines and felt a small sense of relief.

As the Minghai Race’s territory was gradually lost, everyone knew the "Minghai Monarch" was most likely holding back a powerful move.

In such a situation, besides the Silver Tribes, whose foundations were strong enough to follow the main army and continue expanding, many of the smaller tribes chose to be conservative and temporarily retreat to the rear.

Of course, the division of spoils was also a factor.

Some third-rate tribes wanted to rush to the front lines as well, to gamble big and change their fates, but they weren’t qualified!

[Following Jiang Venerable Sword’s advance, left with no other choice, the "Minghai Monarch" finally made his move.]

[The Azure Bottle Sacred Artifact lit up the heavens and the earth. Its divine Cyan Aura shattered space itself.]

[In a single exchange, Jiang Venerable Sword was turned into a sickened, crippled, and useless Flood Dragon.]

[It was at this exact moment that the "Monarch of the Long Sky," Sen Yue, swooped in for the kill. A single hand blotted out the sky, and all creation went dark.]

[Islands shattered, seas ran dry, and the color of heaven and earth changed.]

[Facing the Minghai Monarch’s renewed pursuit, Sen Yue actually caught the Sacred Artifact with one hand and used his incredibly potent Taiyin Star Power to wear down the will within it.]

[Not only did Sen Yue capture the Azure Bottle Sacred Artifact, but he also suppressed the Minghai Monarch in the process!]

[At that moment, a Saint attempted to descend upon the mortal plane, but was forced back by Sen Yue’s sheer might, as if he intended to strike down the Saint himself.]

[The world trembled and all living beings were shocked. They called him the Young Venerable!!]

Sen Yue’s army went into a complete frenzy.

The cult of personality surrounding Sen Yue reached its peak.

Anyone with any connection to Sen Yue held their heads high, swelling with shared glory.

「Luoyun Mountain.」

「The White Feathered Eagle Encampment.」

His younger cousin Fang Xuan was dumbfounded. "Catching a Sacred Artifact with one hand?"

"Forcing a Saint to retreat with just his aura?" Hong Qishang listened as if hearing a celestial scripture.

Even someone as steady as Second Uncle Fang was deeply shaken.

And Seventh Uncle Fang looked at Fang Yang and said quietly, "Ah Yang, you know, there’s nothing wrong with having a heaven-propping pillar to support you."

The meaning behind Seventh Uncle Fang’s words was that Fang Yang should set aside his pride for now, take a step back, and become Sen Yue’s brother-in-law.

A mountain breeze blew past, bringing a hint of coolness.

Yet this chill could not extinguish the fiery excitement in everyone’s hearts.

"Young Venerable..." Fang Yang murmured to himself, his own sea of consciousness violently churning.

An achievement like Sen Yue’s was just too astonishing.

What was even more terrifying was that besides Sen Yue, the Sen Clan also had Sen Wei.

Sen Wei was already recognized as a Young Great Saint.

With a little more tempering, there was no reason Sen Wei couldn’t become a second Sen Yue.

"Yes, there’s nothing wrong with having a heaven-propping pillar for support," Fang Yang said softly. "After all, I’m still very weak."

Hearing Fang Yang’s words, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

They were most afraid that Fang Yang, in his pride, would refuse to accept such a "handout given in contempt."

But...

...Lu Yao, who had been tempered by life’s hardships and had spent years bowing and scraping, sensed the unyielding pride in Fang Yang’s bones.

In other words, Fang Yang didn’t actually believe he couldn’t achieve what Sen Yue had done in the future.

He just hadn’t said it out loud because of everyone else’s attitude.

Lu Yao was startled and uncertain about this realization.

But after thinking it over, she was shocked to realize that Fang Yang might actually have a chance to do it.

As for why?

Perhaps it was because the impression Fang Yang had left on her during the [Flying Fish Cloud Sea Trial] had been too profound.

Lu Yao’s expression turned serious. "Your Eminence, I believe you will also step into the realm of a Young Venerable!"

Her crisp voice was like the chime of metal on stone, clear and pleasant to the ear.

But upon hearing this, the others present were instantly petrified, stunned speechless, unable to believe their ears.

Catching a Sacred Artifact with one hand!

Forcing a Saint to retreat with sheer might!

Could Fang Yang really step into that realm?

Setting aside aptitude and talent, just in terms of cultivation resources and lineage inheritance, Fang Yang was almost completely outmatched by Sen Yue and Sen Wei.

At this moment, even his two uncles, who had always had the utmost confidence in Fang Yang, fell silent.

The gap was too big, just too big!

Perhaps Fang Yang’s aptitude and talent were no less than Sen Yue’s and Sen Wei’s, but the support the Fang Clan could provide him was far, far less than what the Sen Clan could offer.

Their greatest hope for Fang Yang was simply for him to become another Carp Eagle Saint.

A step further, they hoped he might become a Kun Peng Great Saint.

A Great Saint, a Tier Eight Saint, could suppress an entire domain.

And now, forget Young Venerable—Fang Yang hadn’t even touched the threshold of becoming a Young Great Saint!

But Lu Yao’s expression was not feigned; her words came from the heart.

She truly believed that Fang Yang could become the next Young Venerable!!!

"Hehe, that’s an overstatement."

Fang Yang chuckled. "Let’s eat first. Let’s eat."

With that, the silence was finally broken.

The White Feathered Eagle encampment returned to its previous lively atmosphere.

But unexpectedly, no one brought up the topic of Sen Yue becoming a Young Venerable again.