hhnovel Chapter 206: Arrival at the Black Heavenly Plain
Chapter 206: Arrival at the Black Heavenly Plain
As they walked through the grand healing hall, every disciple they passed bowed deeply to Jiang Chen, their eyes filled with awe and respect. His authority as the Holy Son of the Purple Heaven Holy Land was undeniable, his presence like a blazing sun that no one could ignore.
Yet, despite their reverence, the disciples quickly moved on, their minds focused on the looming danger of the demonic beast tide. The air buzzed with tension, heavy and stifling, like a storm on the verge of breaking.
Trailing behind Jiang Chen, Fang Yuan stayed silent, a bitter tightness growing in his chest.
There was a time when he, too, had commanded such respect—praised as a heavenly prodigy, admired by all who met him. But now, watching the disciples gather around Jiang Chen’s brilliance, his past glory felt distant, almost like it belonged to someone else. Even if by some miracle he regained his status, it would be a brief triumph, overshadowed by Jiang Chen’s unstoppable rise.
The recognition and admiration he once longed for now seemed empty, insignificant beneath the immense shadow Jiang Chen cast over his life.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen’s eyes scanned the busy hall. Even with the steady flow of disciples, Ji Ruxue and Xie Xiaojing were noticeably missing.
A quick sweep of his divine sense revealed them in a distant chamber, carefully tending to those recently affected by Demonic Spiritual Qi. Seeing them safe and focused on their tasks brought him a quiet sense of relief.
Wasting no time, Jiang Chen sent a mental message to both, letting them know of his decision to leave with Fang Yuan. He urged them to stay within the safety of the Holy Land, warning them not to face the demonic beasts this time.
Their healing skills were much more valuable here, where they could continue helping the wounded without risking their lives beyond the Holy Land’s protective barriers.
After receiving confirmations from Ji Ruxue and Xie Xiaojing, Jiang Chen waved his hand, summoning the Purple Orchid Meteor Leaf. He shot a glance at Fang Yuan. "Get on."
A surge of irritation flared in Fang Yuan’s chest, but he held back any response, silently climbing onto the Purple Orchid Meteor Leaf.
In a flash, the Purple Orchid Meteor Leaf turned into a streak of radiant light, cutting through the skies at an astonishing speed.
Above, the heavens stretched into a vast canvas of interwoven lights, a brilliant display that lit up the horizon. The vibrant glow marked the full mobilization of the Purple Heaven Holy Land—the entire sect’s power gathering like a storm about to sweep across the world.
All around them, countless cultivators soared into the sky, streaks of light racing toward distant battlefields. The demonic beast tide was approaching, and they moved like waves of righteous fury, ready to strike down the monstrous horde and defend their sacred land.
"Junior Brother Fang Yuan, let’s head to the nearest battlefield first. What do you think?" Jiang Chen asked casually, his gaze fixed ahead, not bothering to look back.
Fang Yuan’s expression stayed cold as he scanned the landscape below. After a moment, he replied in a detached tone, "I’d prefer somewhere more remote."
The crowded battlefields held little interest for him. With so many cultivators around, what real opportunities could arise? And if one did, it would have to be shared, reducing any benefits he could claim for himself.
"Wait, isn’t that Fang Yuan with him? The Holy Son’s generosity truly knows no bounds—he even brought Fang Yuan along!"
"True, but let’s put aside our thoughts about Fang Yuan for now. With the Holy Son here, we must give it our all. This is our chance to prove ourselves!"
Excited murmurs spread through the cultivators as they fought desperately against the demonic horde, stealing glances at Jiang Chen with open admiration. His mere presence seemed to revive their spirits, their energy renewed by the knowledge that the Holy Son was watching.
Fang Yuan, however, could only grit his teeth as the praise for Jiang Chen filled the air, his bitterness growing deeper.
Jiang Chen turned to Fang Yuan and gave a nod. "Junior Brother Fang Yuan, feel free to fight as much as you like. Unless the situation becomes dire, I won’t step in."
Fang Yuan remained silent, his expression unreadable. With a single thought, a weapon appeared in his right hand, summoned from his storage artifact. It was a Heavenly Origin rank upper-grade long spear, its sharp edge gleaming with deadly intent.
Gripping the spear firmly, he leaped from the Purple Orchid Meteor Leaf in one fluid motion. In an instant, he became a brilliant streak of light, slicing through the battlefield with deadly precision.
Before the demonic beasts could react, three Heavenly Origin realm creatures were skewered by the spear’s powerful strike, their bodies crumpling under the force of Fang Yuan’s attack.
Jiang Chen’s gaze tracked Fang Yuan as he plunged into the battle, his spear flashing as he unleashed his fury on the demonic beasts below. A thoughtful light flickered in Jiang Chen’s eyes. ’The Black Heavenly Plain—the protagonist’s chosen battleground—there must be more to this place than meets the eye.’
Without further delay, Jiang Chen guided the Purple Orchid Meteor Leaf forward, diving into the chaos.
While Fang Yuan unleashed his might, Jiang Chen moved with purpose, strategically aiding overwhelmed cultivators. His calm precision was a steady force amidst the carnage.
Even as he fought, Jiang Chen’s divine sense stayed fully alert, carefully scanning the battlefield—especially the sinkhole. Something about its unnatural depth gnawed at him.
Yet, no matter how deeply he probed, the sinkhole’s depths remained frustratingly beyond his reach, too profound for even his divine sense—limited to the Middle-stage Inquiring Journey realm—to fully grasp.
What Jiang Chen’s divine sense did detect were numerous intricate passageways carved into the walls of the massive pit, their dark, twisting paths leading to unknown depths. From these hidden conduits, an unending stream of demonic beasts poured forth, their numbers overwhelming.
Despite the relentless efforts of the Purple Heaven Holy Land’s cultivators, who fought with unwavering resolve, the demonic horde seemed endless. No matter how many they slaughtered, more demonic beasts surged onto the battlefield, swarming its surface in an unstoppable tide.
That was, until Jiang Chen made his move.
With his intervention, the tide began to shift. Demonic beasts fell swiftly under his precise strikes, their overwhelming numbers thinning as the battlefield changed. The once seemingly endless horde started to dwindle.