Chapter 92: Wang Yue Suffers a Setback, Joining the Primordial Sacred Ground

A struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally, he sighed.

"Young Friend Zhou… *sigh*, forgive me!"

Bai Bing's gaze gradually became serious.

The pressure of the Nascent Soul Perfection Realm erupted, and the space instantly solidified.

With a wave of his large sleeves, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gathered crazily, turning into a giant Spiritual Qi palm that blotted out the sky.

The giant palm, carrying the terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm, reached out to grab Zhou Chen.

The shadow of death instantly shrouded Zhou Chen's heart!

It seemed he had no choice but to reveal his trump card; Zhou Chen prepared to take out the mysterious hand bone he had obtained by intercepting Ye Chen's ten-thousand-fold return.

Just at this critical moment!

"Hum hum!"

A black and white light screen suddenly appeared above Zhou Chen's head, blocking the giant Spiritual Qi palm.

The giant palm, which seemed capable of destroying mountains, struck the black and white light screen like a clay ox entering the sea, without raising a single ripple.

Bai Bing's expression changed drastically, her face full of disbelief.

The next moment, ripples spread through the space above White Stone City.

Four figures appeared silently.

Countless horrified gazes from the square were cast toward the sky.

There was no fluctuation of cultivation on them, but their aura was unfathomable, deep as an abyss and heavy as a mountain.

Just by standing there, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi seemed to constantly converge toward them, and countless Cultivators felt awe in their hearts.

"Powerful!"

"Mysterious!"

"Is this… the aura of the Holy Realm?!!!"

"Holy Land Envoys???"

Bai Bing's pupils contracted!

Holy Land Envoys are the representatives of each Holy Land who handle affairs outside; every word and action represents the face of the Holy Land, and to a certain extent, they can represent the decisions of the Holy Land, holding immense power.

The minimum strength threshold to serve as a Holy Land Envoy is at least the Holy Realm!

Someone like Wang Yue is, at best, just an errand runner.

A Daoist wearing a simple cyan robe, with a somewhat amiable expression, stepped forward slowly.

"Little girl from the Blazing Fire Holy Land, you are too presumptuous."

The Daoist in the cyan robe swept his gaze downward, landing on Wang Yue and Bai Bing below.

"For this Southern Region Genius selection, it was your Blazing Fire Holy Land's turn to be on duty. You were sent here to gain experience, and this is how you handle things?"

The voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable tone, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Are you… the Primordial Sacred Ground Envoys?! I… pay my respects to the Envoys!"

Wang Yue's face turned deathly pale; she screamed involuntarily and quickly knelt on one knee.

"Greetings to the Envoys!"

City Lord Bai Bing and all the Cultivators below bowed in salute.

The group slowly descended to the high platform.

Beside the old Daoist in the cyan robe was an old monk with a solemn and majestic appearance.

"Amitabha, benevolent, benevolent. Some time ago, a vision of purple Qi spanning thirty thousand miles appeared in the Southern Region; it must be that a peerless Genius has been born. We, from a few Holy Lands closer to the Southern Region, sensed the anomaly and came to investigate. Benefactor Wang, City Lord Bai, acting without cause is easy to attract Karma and Karmic Obstruction."

After finishing, the old monk pressed his palms together and glanced casually at the solemn-faced monk in the distance.

"How interesting. The Blazing Fire Holy Land acts so tyrannically, even more so than my Black Abyss Holy Land. I've learned something today."

The middle-aged man in a black robe on the left spoke, his voice full of mockery.

The last one, an old man with white hair carrying an ancient longsword, had a sharp gaze. His eyes paused on Jian Wuxin for a moment, and he nodded slightly, remaining silent throughout.

Oppressed by the four powerful auras, Wang Yue's body trembled slightly, and she did not dare to even breathe loudly.

"Senior Mu Yuandao… this brat stole our Blazing Fire Holy Land's Cultivation Technique; the evidence is irrefutable! This Junior is merely enforcing the Holy Land's rules! I hope Senior… will not interfere with the internal affairs of our Blazing Fire Holy Land!"

She pretended to be calm, cupped her hands, and bowed deeply to the leader in the cyan robe, her tone extremely humble.

Wang Yue still wanted to continue bringing up the name of the Blazing Fire Holy Land.

However, before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted.

"The internal affairs of the Blazing Fire Holy Land?"

The old man in the cyan robe sneered, a look of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Little girl, do you really think you are qualified to represent the internal affairs of the Blazing Fire Holy Land? That boy's finger technique clearly contains an Ancient Concept, completely different from your Blazing Fire Holy Land's finger techniques! Is this kind of low-level slander meant to treat us old fellows as blind?"

His voice suddenly turned cold.

"As for interfering? *Heh*… Among the one hundred and eight Holy Lands of the Central Continent, Primordial Sacred Ground is in the top ten. Black Abyss is twelfth, Heavenly Buddha is fifteenth, Shenxiao is twenty-first. What rank is your Blazing Fire Holy Land? Is it fifth from the bottom? Or sixth? A third-rate Holy Land that can't even make it into the top one hundred, and you dare talk about interference in front of us? Do you think you are worthy? If you have a problem, tell Old Ghost Yan to come and reason with us in person!"

Wang Yue swayed, almost unable to stand steady; she was both ashamed and angry, yet unable to say a word.

It was not that she couldn't, but that she didn't dare, fearing that she would completely offend the few people before her.

Even if they killed her, the Blazing Fire Holy Land would not stand up for her.

Old Ghost Yan refers to the Holy Lord of the Blazing Fire Holy Land.

Ye Chen, who was behind Wang Yue, was also so scared that his face lost all color.

"Although we did not find the person who triggered the purple Qi, the Aptitude of this batch of Prodigies in the Southern Region is indeed good. I observe that this child, Zhou Chen, has a solid Dao Foundation and great potential. It is one thing for your Blazing Fire Holy Land to turn him away, but to do such base things is despicable. Child, would you consider joining my Shenxiao Holy Land?"

The Shenxiao Holy Land Envoy, who had remained silent, spoke, his voice clear and bright.

"*Heh*, old fellow from the Shenxiao Holy Land, your plan is quite good. Listen well, kid Zhou Chen, as long as you join my Black Abyss Holy Land, the resources will be far more than what the Shenxiao Holy Land can offer."

The envoy from the Black Abyss Holy Land gave a strange laugh and said to Zhou Chen.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Zhou Chen, you have Buddha light faintly appearing on you; you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha, and you should join my Heavenly Buddha Holy Land."

The old monk could not help but interject.

"Young Friend Zhou Chen, I am Mu Yuandao of the Primordial Sacred Ground. Would you be willing to join my Primordial Sacred Ground? The Primordial Sacred Ground has countless Opportunities and Geniuses everywhere; the Holy Land will fully support your Cultivation, and in the Central Continent, no one dares to snatch things from my Primordial Sacred Ground."

Mu Yuandao's gaze was gentle, his tone solemn, and after speaking, he even glanced at Wang Yue.

Several people successively offered olive branches to Zhou Chen.

Countless envious and jealous gazes immediately fell upon Zhou Chen.

Wang Yue's whole body turned cold, and Ye Chen was so jealous he was about to go crazy, his teeth chattering with rage!

Zhou Chen took a deep breath. The Primordial Sacred Ground had a higher ranking, and its name was derived from Primordial; it seemed to have a connection with the The Primordial Chaos Scripture he was Cultivating.

Moreover, this old man was the first to stand up for him. Thinking of this, Zhou Chen bowed to Mu Yuandao.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior. This Junior, Zhou Chen, is willing to join the Primordial Sacred Ground!"

He looked at Mu Yuandao before him, his voice clear and firm.

"Hahaha, good child! Come with me!"

A gratified smile appeared on Mu Yuandao's face, and a soft purple Qi instantly wrapped around Zhou Chen.

"Everyone, this matter is concluded. I will take my leave first; the Holy Lord is still waiting for news."

Mu Yuandao cupped his hands to the other three. After speaking, a stream of light flashed, and he took Zhou Chen into the Void Realm and disappeared.

The other three wore expressions of regret.

"Eh? Mystic Heaven Demon Body? That kid over there with a hole in his chest, is he dead yet? If he's not dead, is he willing to enter my Black Abyss Holy Land?"

The black-robed man noticed Blood Wuhen in the crowd, and his eyes lit up.