Chapter 170 - 127: Great Earthquake in the Eastern Domain, White-robed Divine King Jiang Renfeng

Chapter 170: Chapter 127: Great Earthquake in the Eastern Domain, White-robed Divine King Jiang Renfeng

Right now, the only one who could change the Ye Family’s predicament was that young man who had just been crowned a Divine King.

If he was indeed the one who had been crowned king, he would inevitably descend upon this place, and that day would not be too far away.

At this thought, countless cultivators in Xingyue City couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation and excitement. They earnestly hoped that the newly crowned king was truly a genius who had hailed from their Xingyue City Earth Realm.

Meanwhile.

In the Earth Realm of Celestial City, atop the peak of Qin City, a beautiful figure whose looks could outshine the world stood silently. She gazed at the king-crowning phenomena at the Peak of the Firmament, appearing somewhat desolate.

"Brother Qin Fan, is that you?"

Qin Xiangyuan stood tall at the peak of Qin City, quietly staring in the direction of Nanling. Boundless longing flickered in her beautiful eyes.

As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar voice slowly rang out.

"It must be him. It could only be him, right?"

Beside Qin Xiangyuan, three imposing figures slowly emerged. They were none other than Patriarch Qin Shiming, the Qin Family’s matriarch Nalan Feiyan, and Zhang Tiesheng from Artifact Refining City.

Hearing this, Qin Xiangyuan, dressed in a flowing pink dress, looked at the three of them, her beautiful eyes brimming with unspoken words. Looking at their daughter’s deeply meaningful gaze, Qin Shiming and Nalan Feiyan couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache and let out a long sigh.

No one knew a daughter better than her father.

And no one knew a daughter better than her mother.

"If you want to go, then go. Your mother and I won’t stop you," Qin Shiming said softly, his eyes full of self-blame.

"Yuan’Er, go. Even if it’s just to take one look at him," Nalan Feiyan added, her gaze filled with tender affection.

Over the past year or so, the couple had taken in everything Qin Xiangyuan had gone through. They felt both heartbroken and helpless. Their daughter’s affection for that young man had far exceeded their imagination. Now, it only took a single look between the family of three for the parents to understand what their daughter wanted to say.

"Father, Mother...?" Qin Xiangyuan hesitated, the words catching in her throat.

"Go on," Nalan Feiyan spoke up proactively. Though reluctant to part with her, she had made her decision. "You are not a fragile flower kept in a greenhouse. One day, you too will be a contender in the struggle for supremacy. If you are by his side, your father and I can rest easy."

Qin Xiangyuan’s future was not limited to Qin City. Keeping her sheltered forever would only sever her path of talent.

Bowing deeply to her three elders, Qin Xiangyuan finally embarked on a journey of no return, turning around and soaring into the sky.

This grand event shook the entire Eastern Domain to its core.

Nanling Sacred City.

Jiang Hao stood quietly at the endless Void Peak, his long hair fluttering in the wind. Even his gaze seemed to have undergone a shocking transformation. At this moment, the young man had withdrawn all his aura, returning to a state of absolute natural simplicity. Yet, within his apparent ordinariness, there was a subtle but undeniable imposing presence.

Tens of millions of cultivators stared at his figure, their breathing ragged.

Beneath that body, which had concealed all its aura, seemed to lay an apocalyptic power. If he remained still, nothing would happen; but the moment he moved, the heavens would collapse and the earth would shatter.

Just as the countless cultivators were staring at the white-robed figure in sheer astonishment, a Daoist Child with his hair tied in traditional buns suddenly soared into the air from the Holy Hall at the very center of the Holy City.

"Jiang Hao." The Daoist Child ascended into the void and called out to him from afar.

His voice was childish and milky, yet it exuded an invisible sense of majesty.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Hao slowly turned his head. Although he didn’t know who this person was, anyone who could fly out of the Holy Hall undoubtedly held an extraordinary status. Just then, a familiar voice rang out in Jiang Hao’s mind via telepathy.

"Brother Jiang, he is an envoy serving under the Saint Master of the Holy Hall, a Daoist Child by the side of the Lord of the Holy City. Although he looks like a Daoist Child, he has lived for a thousand years. His Daoist name is Faming."

The one secretly sending the telepathic message to Jiang Hao was none other than the head of the Five Sons of Nanling—the Ice Race’s Saint Son, Leng Tianyu. Obviously, Leng Tianyu was taking the initiative to show goodwill.

However, the moment he heard Leng Tianyu’s introduction, Jiang Hao’s heart trembled slightly. He never would have imagined that a Daoist Child with such a childish voice had actually lived for a millennium. No wonder he gave off such terrifying spiritual fluctuations and possessed an aura of natural, commanding authority without even trying.

Shooting Leng Tianyu a grateful glance, Jiang Hao immediately bowed slightly toward the Daoist Child.

"This junior, Jiang Hao, greets Senior Faming."

The Daoist Child cast a casual glance at him, a flicker of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"The Lord of the Holy City wishes to see you. Follow me into the Holy Hall."

After saying this, the Daoist Child didn’t wait for Jiang Hao to respond. Instead, he turned to look at Huang Ling’Er, Divine Jian, and Exiled Immortal Fairy.

"The three of you, come along as well."

Leaving no room for refusal, he immediately turned and headed back toward the Holy Hall on his own.

The Holy Hall was the highest Divine Hall in Nanling Sacred City. The so-called Lord of the Holy City within it was undoubtedly the supreme authority and ruler of the city, or rather, the most terrifying entity presiding over it.

Huang Ling’Er and the other two bowed deeply to the Faming Daoist Child. After exchanging a glance, they quickly followed behind him.

The Lord of the Holy City had only summoned the three of them alongside Jiang Hao, completely ignoring the Five Sons of Nanling. It was as if only these four were qualified to step foot into the Holy Hall. Had Jiang Hao not burst out of nowhere, it likely would have only been those original three. But now, that white-robed figure had also earned an audience with the Lord of the Holy City.

Watching him fly toward the Holy Hall alongside Huang Ling’Er and the others, the tens of millions of cultivators felt as if they were in a grand dream, shaken to the absolute core.

The ten-thousand-zhang-tall Holy Hall lay at the very center of the Holy City, boundlessly magnificent and radiant. Towering and solemn, it exuded a supreme sense of sacred, inviolable authority.

Before long, the four of them arrived in front of the Holy Hall. Looking up at the thousand-zhang-tall gates of the Holy Sect, a sense of inexplicable awe rose in their hearts.

"Let’s formally introduce ourselves. Hello, my name is Huang Ling’Er. I am the Saintess of the Phoenix Sacred Race and the grand-niece of the Phoenix Saint."

As the four walked toward the entrance, Huang Ling’Er’s voice suddenly echoed in Jiang Hao’s mind.