Qin Feng and Leng Yuexi's actions were highly effective; the Heaven-Sealing Array was rapidly being destroyed and collapsed, producing a tremendous sound.
Not only the Dark Palace noticed it, but the entire Tianhuang Continent could feel the anomaly.
They saw the sky shake violently, with a constant cracking sound, giving them the illusion that the sky was collapsing; the commotion was immense.
Merchant Ziming of Jubao Pavilion was enjoying his tea and said to Manager Qian with a smile.
"It's been really quiet lately. Apart from Qin Feng a few years ago, there's nothing worth mentioning."
Shopkeeper Qian responded with a smile.
"Young Master, you must have forgotten that there was another person who appeared with Qin Feng. That person killed Han Qinghui and then left unharmed."
Shang Ziming nodded, "I almost forgot about it if Elder Qian hadn't mentioned it. It's laughable that the Dark Palace hasn't had a single clue all these years."
Manager Qian commented objectively, "Although the Dark Palace is useless, this person is not simple either, having disappeared for so many years."
Then, as if struck by a melancholy thought, he changed the subject.
"Young Master, it's been over ten years since we came to the Heavenly Desolate Continent. I wonder how the merchant is doing now?"
Upon hearing this, Shang Ziming's smile faded, his expression turning somewhat cold. He gazed at the sky and said quietly:
"The business is large and established, and things shouldn't change in the short term."
"Without me around, I imagine my dear older brother, Shang Zicong, has been living quite comfortably these past few years."
Manager Qian sighed.
"This young master is really something. We're brothers, so why is he so hostile towards you, even causing you to be unjustly punished and brought here?"
The young master is at a crucial stage of laying his foundation, and the conditions here are far too harsh. Even with resources, it will still be affected. Sigh.
Shang Ziming's eyes were clear as he slowly said:
"Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. Fortune and misfortune are interdependent, so this may not be entirely a bad thing for me."
At least through this incident, I've come to see some things and some people more clearly.
This also led me to make some decisions: I need to have my own network and power; the connections of my family and my own are ultimately different.
Manager Qian looked at him with a mixture of admiration and heartache, and wanted to speak again.
Suddenly, a loud "boom" rang in their ears, interrupting their thoughts.
The two raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance, and soared into the sky, their gazes filled with surprise as they looked towards the direction from which the sound came.
Shang Ziming's lips curled slightly. "It really is true that what I said came true. Judging from this commotion, it's probably no small matter."
Manager Qian gazed intently ahead, his eyes deep. "Young Master, what comes to mind when you see this direction?"
Shang Ziming was taken aback, then realized what he meant, "Interesting, really interesting, Mr. Qian, let's go take a look too."
Manager Qian agreed, and the two set off towards their destination.
...
Tianwen, the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, also heard the strange noise. He frowned as he looked at the distant sky and instructed the people around him:
"Quickly send someone to check what happened. We just issued the early cessation of the battle for destiny, so we can't let it interfere."
The imperial expert immediately replied, "Reporting to the Pavilion Master, this subordinate will go personally immediately."
Tianwen's furrowed brows did not relax; instead, he muttered to himself.
"It's really strange. The Dark Palace brought forward the battle for destiny, and now there's such a big commotion. Are the two related? No, I have to go there myself."
...
Southern part of the Holy Domain, Heavenly Sword Sect.
It has been about seven years since Qin Feng left.
Seven years might be the time it takes for a high-level cultivator to take a nap, but it is a considerable amount of time for a young cultivator who is growing rapidly.
Yin Tiantian, Xiao Fan, and Xiao Shitou are now all King Realm experts.
They were practically overlords in Yizhou, and if they returned to Qingzhou, they would be invincible.
At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Sect was filled with many cultivators, making it quite lively.
Xiao Fan and his two companions also helped entertain the guests.
Sect Master Deng Tianning was also all smiles, in a very good mood, as he was now also at the King Realm.
With ample resources, Zhou Jian's cultivation level has reached the late stage of the King Realm.
However, they are not the main characters today; they can only listen to the congratulations from everyone.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Yu, on advancing to the Emperor Realm."
"Congratulations, Senior Yu, on your advancement to the Emperor Realm."
"Congratulations to the Ancestral Master on advancing to the Emperor Realm."
It turns out that Yu Jing, the founder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, has successfully broken through to the Emperor Realm, and everyone has come to congratulate him. It seems that the cultivation of the Heavenly Sword Sect members has made great progress in the past seven years.
The Qingyun Sect's old Daoist Qingchen, Zixiao Palace's Xiao Xiong, Bingyun Immortal Palace's Su Yun, Tianhua Dynasty's Yan Wansheng, and Tianxiao Dynasty's Yunxiao—these important figures all came to offer their congratulations, truly showcasing the prestige of the Tianjian Sect.
Yu Jing knew exactly what was going on. He, a mere Emperor Realm cultivator, was not worthy of such praise. All of this was thanks to Qin Feng.
These people were only being so polite because of Qin Feng.
Yu Jing responded politely to each question.
Everyone raised their glasses and drank heartily, the guests were in high spirits, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
The old Taoist priest Qingchen leaned closer to Yu Jing, asking with a mixture of worry and anticipation.
"Any news about Qin Feng lately? That kid has disappeared for years, without a single trace."
Yu Jing shook his head helplessly and guessed:
"Senior Qingchen, I don't know how he is now. There's been no news from him. But I guess he's probably in seclusion somewhere, otherwise he wouldn't be like this."
The old Taoist priest sighed, "This kid is really something, he's making me anxious."
At that moment, a huge roar came from afar, followed by a continuous rumbling sound.
Everyone rushed out of the hall and looked in the direction from which the strange noise came. They were all shocked and confused.
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