“Impossible!” Ye Qing exclaimed, his rough voice full of disdain. “That half-baked Holy Son… Wait, Father, are you saying the Golden Crow Clan was destroyed because of him?”
The realization struck Ye Qing, and he immediately grasped the connection. His father wouldn’t have brought up Jiang Chen if there wasn’t a significant link.
“Yes,” Ye Changhe nodded. “Not long ago, the Primordial Holy Son broke through to the Saint Realm, triggering the Nine Emperor Tribulation.”
“The Golden Crow Clan, in their attempt to kill him, sent an elder who was nearing the end of his life to interfere with the tribulation.”
“Their plan was to use the tribulation’s power to kill the Holy Son. But they never expected that the Primordial Holy Son would redirect the tribulation straight to the Golden Crow Clan’s lair and annihilate the entire clan with its force.”
“And that, my son, is what the Primordial Holy Son has accomplished.” Ye Changhe continued, his voice calm. “Oh, and by the way, he recently broke through the hundredth floor of the Supreme Palace.”
Ye Qing’s face grew more serious as Ye Changhe spoke. By the time his father had finished, Ye Qing was in complete silence. The more Ye Changhe revealed, the more it unsettled Ye Qing.
The thought that Jiang Chen had reached the Saint Realm and triggered a tribulation was shocking enough. But using it to destroy the Golden Crow Clan?
“Wait, the Holy Son reached the Saint Realm? I remember him being younger than me,” Ye Qing muttered in disbelief.
He was several years older than Jiang Chen. By normal standards, Jiang Chen’s cultivation level should have been lower than his or at most on par.
Who would have thought Jiang Chen had far surpassed him, already stepping into the Saint Realm, while Ye Qing was still stuck at the Quasi-Saint level?
Although on the surface, both realms might seem similar, the gap was like heaven and earth. And considering their ages, the comparison became even more daunting.
While a few decades might not mean much in the grand scheme of cultivation, for top-tier prodigies like them, even ten years could make a massive difference, especially at the same level of cultivation.
“Yes,” Ye Changhe smiled faintly. “That same person you looked down on has now reached the Saint Realm and is regarded as the greatest prodigy in history.”
Ye Changhe seemed to enjoy seeing his son wrestle with this information.
“That’s impossible! When I saw him, he was just at the True King Realm. How could he reach the Saint Realm in just a few years?” Ye Qing was bewildered.
Advancing from the True King Realm to the Saint Realm in such a short time? What kind of monstrous cultivation speed was this?
Wasn’t it supposed to get progressively harder to advance as one reached higher realms? Yet for Jiang Chen, it seemed to have become easier!
“Only the Holy Son himself would know the answer to that,” Ye Changhe said. “And keep in mind, when he was in the Quasi-Saint Realm, he also triggered the Nine Emperor Tribulation.”
Ye Changhe spoke calmly, “The world is constantly changing, and once the tides of a new era begin, it can cause an upheaval in a very short time. The time you disregard might soon overturn your perceptions.”
“If you continue to stay in seclusion, by the time you emerge again, you might witness the Primordial Holy Son undergoing his tribulation to achieve enlightenment.”
“I called you out of seclusion because if you still want to compete, you need to go out and walk the world. Only by traveling a thousand miles can you clear the path ahead and remove future obstacles.”
The reason Ye Changhe summoned Ye Qing and told him about Jiang Chen’s accomplishments was to encourage him to go out into the world. Staying in seclusion was no longer an option.
In this era, slacking off or remaining hidden wasn’t allowed. If one did not step forward and participate in the unfolding events, they would inevitably be left behind by the times.
Ye Qing’s talent was extraordinary, nearly equal to Jiang Chen’s, and Ye Changhe did not want to see his son fall behind, forever unable to surpass him despite a lifetime of effort.
“Father, are you really not lying to me?” Ye Qing hesitated, still doubting the truth of what he had heard.
The situation seemed too outrageous. Advancing from the True King Realm to the Saint Realm in just a few short years, and even undergoing a tribulation as a Quasi-Saint—what kind of monstrous genius was Jiang Chen?
Although Ye Qing had always been hailed as a prodigy, recognized for his talent and strength, when compared to Jiang Chen, the gap now seemed insurmountable.
“Why would I lie to you?” Ye Changhe shook his head. “You need to emerge from your seclusion. If you continue , you’ll lose your chance in this life.”
“Of course, I won’t force you to go. As long as you don’t regret it later, that’s your choice.”
Ye Changhe wasn’t opposed to his son going into seclusion—it just depended on the timing. This era, the Golden Age, wasn’t suited for seclusion.
In such times of great opportunity, only by actively participating could one improve quickly. If Ye Qing stayed withdrawn, sealing himself away from the world, he would be abandoned by fate itself.
That was why Ye Changhe wanted his son to step out into the world.
“I understand, Father!” Ye Qing’s voice was filled with determination. “I’m ready to come out, and I want to see for myself just what kind of abilities this Primordial Holy Son possesses!”
Ye Qing was invigorated rather than discouraged. Jiang Chen’s achievements had sparked a renewed motivation in him, and instead of feeling despair, he was eager to face this challenge head-on.
“I advise you not to bite off more than you can chew. Right now, you’re no match for the Primordial Holy Son,” Ye Changhe said, his voice steady. “Besides, the Primordial Holy Son may not even pay attention to you.”
After a brief pause, he added, “In the near future, the princess of the Great Qin Dynasty will be holding a consort selection. It’s likely to attract many prodigies. You should go there and see if you can build connections with some of them.”
“Will the Primordial Holy Son be there?” Ye Qing asked, now fixated on Jiang Chen as his target. He hadn’t paid much attention to anyone else.
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“Never mind. I’ll go out anyway. Sooner or later, I’ll cross paths with him!” Ye Qing said without overthinking it. Jiang Chen’s monstrous talent had ignited a fire in Ye Qing, giving him a clear goal: to catch up with and eventually surpass Jiang Chen.
At the same time, on Banished Immortal Peak, the powerful figures of the Primordial Holy Land gathered together, wearing expressions of slight tension and concern as they looked at Jiang Chen.
Dongfang Mingyue spoke with a hint of worry, “Even though you possess a Great Accomplishment Physique, you must be cautious. The True Dragon Clan may have fallen from its peak, but its foundation is still incredibly strong. You can’t afford to be careless, or you might suffer an unexpected defeat.”
Jiang Chen smiled lightly. “Don’t worry, Master. I’ve thought it all through. If things don’t go well, I can always retreat. With my Great Accomplishment Physique, the True Dragon Clan won’t be able to stop me.”
Dongfang Mingyue nodded, but Jiang Chen added with a bit more seriousness, “And besides, the Undying Divine Phoenix Clan won’t stand idly by either.”
With that, Jiang Chen was preparing to face the True Dragon Clan alone.
(TL: This for today 9/13/2024 I uploaded wrong chapter for 217-219 reread it sorry for mistake.)