Tian Yuan

Dongchang Sea, the mouth of the three-eye storm.

Each storm mouth is like a giant eye, thousands of feet long, cold and eerie.

Thousands of monks stood in the air, all looking at the mouth of the storm and observing carefully.

"It really seems to be... the Sacred Elephant Ancient Clan's God-Suppressing Bow."

Deep in the mouth of the storm, a blood-colored longbow was suspended, appearing and disappearing. A very few people had sharp eyes that could see through layers of space and see the whole picture.

"It's very dangerous, don't approach rashly."

There seemed to be a lingering smell of blood in the air. Before this, many people thought that they were the sons of luck and rushed forward boldly, trying to seize the opportunity.

The result was rather cruel. Before these people even touched the void at the mouth of the storm, they were killed by the unstable laws of chaos, and no trace of their bodies was left.

"When will the killing force floating in this territory dissipate?"

With the lessons learned from the past, many monks lost their passion and became rational, not daring to do stupid things.

The few strands of the Emperor's weapons' Daoist ideas merged with the rules of the storm's mouth, creating a huge chaotic area that was extremely dangerous. Even the high-level members of the Immortal Ancient Clan were watching and deciding not to take risks for the time being.

At this time, a chariot stopped above Dongchanghai.

Many people looked over, curious about who was coming.

"A terrible smell."

The powerful men of the ancient clan who were hiding in some corners felt a suffocating pressure, their whole bodies tensed and they stared intently.

Chen Qingyuan and Yan Ze walked out side by side and appeared in front of everyone.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked. Their facial expressions were basically the same: awe and fear, as if they had seen a ghost.

“Your Majesty!”

The last time I heard about the Venerable, he appeared in the Old Land. In a blink of an eye, I didn't expect him to come here, which surprised many monks.

"It is reasonable for Your Excellency to come for such a major event."

The powerful people from all sides thought secretly, and quickly suppressed their suddenly agitated emotions and remained calm.

"In the battle in the restricted area, Your Majesty destroyed his own foundation. Now, his body is full of holes, and I'm afraid he is not far from death. Why is he still wandering around and not trying to prolong his life?"

Anyone with a little bit of ability can see that Chen Qingyuan’s current situation is like a wooden barrel with many holes at the bottom. When the water in the barrel runs out, his life will be cut off.

If it were someone else, they would be extremely anxious and try every possible way to fill this hole and live a few more years.

Looking at Chen Qingyuan's appearance, he was calm and composed, with a smile on his face, and not worried at all.

"The Quasi-Emperor is protecting the Dao, worthy of being called Your Majesty!"

Others didn't know who was standing next to Chen Qingyuan, but the top leaders of the ancient clan knew it very well. Just one glance at him made them tremble with fear and were extremely shocked.

At the front of the chariot, Chen Qingyuan and Yan Ze sat down to taste wine, and from time to time they glanced at the three-eyed storm mouth of Dongchang Sea and sighed, "It's really lively."

“It’s not a rumor.”

Yan Ze gazed deeply at the direction of the storm's mouth, saw the situation inside clearly, and took in the appearance of the God-Suppressing Bow, and spoke solemnly.

"Let's just stay here and watch the show. Don't get too close to avoid getting into trouble."

Although Chen Qingyuan was very tempted by the imperial soldiers, he knew his own limitations and would not seek his own death.

"Who do you think this thing will end up in?"

Yan Ze raised a question.

"This kind of thing is hard to guess." Chen Qingyuan shook his head and could not give an answer.

As long as there is an opportunity, all the ancient clans will definitely participate and compete seriously. In addition, there are also independent cultivators and geniuses from all walks of life.

It is still unknown who will get the God-Suppressing Bow.

"whoosh"

Suddenly, a breeze blew in from afar.

Several old men appeared, with kind faces and respectful eyes.

They wore the same style of clothing, walked to the vicinity of the chariot, bowed, and said in unison: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Several elders from the Guiyan Emperor's clan came over to say hello.

Back then, the relationship between Gui Yan Imperial Clan and Chen Qingyuan was quite good. Unfortunately, the Battle of the Ultimate Feast broke out. Although Gui Yan Imperial Clan did not directly participate in the battle, they acquiesced to the occurrence of this incident and did not come forward to provide assistance.

If it weren't for Chen Qingyuan's extraordinary means, he would have died in the old land.

"Ah."

Chen Qingyuan groaned softly, his expression cold.

"I heard that Your Excellency went to the Tianshui Ancient Clan not long ago, but I don't know what he was doing there. If Your Excellency has any needs, our clan is willing to do its best to fulfill them."

The leading elder lowered his posture and spoke with respect.

"unnecessary."

Chen Qingyuan said indifferently.

"I won't bother you any more."

It was clear that Chen Qingyuan didn't like them, so the elders bowed and turned to leave.

Repairing a broken relationship is not something that can be done overnight. Some things just have to be done slowly.

"Your honor!"

Not long after, someone else came over to pay a visit and show his friendliness.

Chen Qingyuan smiled in response to the cultivators who did not have a festival. If someone from the ancient clan came to get close to him, he would just treat them coldly and ignore them.

Of course, the Tianshui ancient clan is an exception. After all, the old grudges have been settled, so they should be given some face.

"kick"

More than ten days later, the Tianshui Ancient Clan sent people to Dongchang Sea. The leader was the third elder, who was at the sixth step of the Divine Bridge.

The third elder couldn't ignore Chen Qingyuan and came over to greet him.

Under the gaze of everyone, the third elder of the Tianshui tribe was actually invited by Chen Qingyuan to get on the chariot and drank a glass of wine.

Seeing this scene with their own eyes, the other people of the ancient clan were stunned and could not understand at all: "What is going on?"

The various tribes only knew that Chen Qingyuan went to the Tianshui ancient tribe some time ago. Outsiders did not know what happened specifically, and it was difficult to find useful information.

Feeling the pairs of burning gazes, the Third Elder felt very uncomfortable and had a wry smile on his face.

"Don't worry, let's chat."

Chen Qingyuan just wants to make sure that the Tianshui Ancient Clan cannot stay out of it. Since you want to deal with me, then be sincere and don't try to please both sides.

"Everything is up to you, Your Majesty."

With a quasi-emperor sitting next to him, one can imagine how much pressure the Third Elder is under.

After chatting for a while, we came up with an interesting topic.

"There has been a great deal of turmoil within the Guiyan Imperial Clan."

The third elder sat upright, his body tense, like an mortal child who was being stared at by the teacher during class, feeling confused and restless.

"Oh? What turmoil?"

Chen Qingyuan asked.

"More than 20 years ago, the emperor's son challenged the clan leader and wanted to fight for power..."

Although this matter was very serious, it did not spread to the outside world. Only the top leaders of the major ancient clans heard some rumors.

The emperor's son Ying Jiuye couldn't stand the pedantic rules of his clan and wanted to reform them. However, this road was difficult and full of thorns.

It is said that Ying Jiuye had a huge disagreement with the clan's top leaders. If Ying Jiuye had not been extremely talented, which was far inferior to his peers in the clan, he would most likely have lost his life.

Finally, Ying Jiuye started the trial of the clan's weapon without hesitation, entered the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, and fought for his life.

If one passes the test of the ancestral weapon, he will be recognized as the master and directly promoted to the position of clan leader. If one fails, he will die and there is no possibility of survival.