"Welcome, Spiritking!"
With Xiong Zhong in the lead, all the Origin realm elders and protectors from the World of Forsaken Saints hurried over as soon as possible. All of them bowed politely to the Spiritking.
They could not be described as slow. In less than two seconds, all of them had crossed over ten million kilometers from the moment the Spiritking stepped out of the tunnel.
The Spiritking remained indifferent. He glanced past them before raising his head to look at the sky. His gaze seemed to be able to pierce through space, landing on the blood-red cloud that hovered in outer space like a sharp sword. He frowned slightly.
"Jianchen still hasn't emerged from seclusion," the Spiritking murmured. His voice was rather heavy. He then looked at Xiong Zhong and asked emotionlessly, "Xiong Zhong, how have the negotiations gone in the past ten years?"
Xiong Zhong bitterly replied, "Spiritking, the people of this world have always insisted on giving us a small piece of land, which is nowhere close to what we're satisfied with. Coupled with the fact that we have Jianchen and Shangguan Mu 'er on Three Saint Island, while our World of Forsaken Saints doesn't have the support of the Spiritking, we've been holding back during the negotiations. We haven't dared to fall out with the people of this world, so we haven't made any actual progress in the past ten years."
"If that's the case, let me talk to the people of this world," the Spiritking said emotionlessly. His voice was rather cold.
At this moment, the space nearby gently pulsed. Soon after, all the Origin realm experts of the four races appeared. They were all very stern as they faced the Spiritking. After appearing, they all clasped their hands at him.
They had no choice but to come. At the very least, there was no one here. It was better than the Spiritking personally coming to Flame City.
"You've come at just the right time. Let's end the negotiations that have lasted for ten years today. Xiong Zhong, hand over the map of your territory to them," said the Spiritking.
"Yes, Spiritking," Xiong Zhong replied politely. He casually tossed a map to the Origin realm experts of this world.
"Big baddie." Xiao Ling murmured to herself as she glared at the Spiritking viciously. Even though the Spiritking had once fought alongside the people of this world during the crisis of the world, Xiao Ling could never forget the huge demonic figure the Spiritking had created when he attacked the barrier beneath Mercenary City. She had been quite frightened back then.
The piece of paper that Xiong Zhong had tossed out hovered beside the Origin realm experts of the Tian Yuan Continent. The Origin realm experts all revealed troubled expressions. None of them extended their hands to catch the piece of paper.
"Spiritking, there's no need to rush this matter. We'll discuss it after Jianchen returns. What do you think?" At this moment, a beautiful voice rang out. Shangguan Mu 'er had also hurried over from Three Saint Island. She stood in the air with the simple Zither of the Demonic Cry in her arms. She was stern.
"If Jianchen were present, I would obviously discuss it with him. Since he's still in seclusion, you people are enough to decide on the matter of land in this world. It's the same if I discuss it with you," said the Spiritking.
The Origin realm experts of the Tian Yuan Continent's world all revealed rather ugly expressions. Negotiating with the Spiritking? They did not possess the strength to do so, let alone protect their own interests.
The strong preyed on the weak. This was the law of survival in this world. If the Spiritking wanted to start a war with them, if he was a vicious person, it was possible for the Spiritking to personally kill them if they angered him during the negotiations.
After all, the only person who could contend against the Spiritking, Jianchen, was not present. If the Spiritking really did move against them, only death would await them. Even Shangguan Mu 'er would not be able to escape.
Just as the Origin realm experts of the Tian Yuan Continent had no idea what to do, a voice suddenly rang out from outer space.
"Shen Jian, why don't we discuss the matter of land after I emerge from seclusion? Your World of Forsaken Saints has been here for countless years already, so there's no need to rush. "
"Jianchen!"
"It's Jianchen. That's Jianchen's voice …"
"Jianchen has finally spoken. So he's concerned about the Tian Yuan Continent as well …"
The Origin realm experts of the Tian Yuan Continent all rejoiced when they heard Jianchen's voice. They all let out a sigh of relief inside. Unknowingly, Jianchen seemed to have become their pillar of support. In particular, Jianchen had become their pillar of support when they faced the Spiritking.
The Spiritking gazed at outer space as his eyes shone brightly. He said emotionlessly, "Jianchen, if you enter seclusion for a thousand years, am I supposed to wait for you here for a thousand years? Also, are you going into seclusion to obtain even more benefits in the upcoming negotiations? "
"A thousand years? It won't be that long. I'll emerge in ten years at most. Shen Jian, I understand you, and you understand me as well. Whether my strength increases or not, it won't affect the final outcome of the negotiations. It's all thanks to the people of your World of Forsaken Saints that we were able to avert the crisis of the world this time. I admire their valiant sacrifice, so I will definitely help them complete their final wishes so that they can rest in peace. This is my promise to you, Jianchen, as well as my promise to all the Forsaken Saints who have sacrificed themselves. "
The light in the Spiritking's eyes flickered. He said, "Alright. Seeing that we're acquainted, I'll wait another ten years for you. I'll come again in ten years. "
With that, the Spiritking returned to the World of Forsaken Saints with Xiong Zhong and the others. Aside from him and Jianchen, no one else understood what he was implying. Only he and Jianchen understood what he was implying.
The Origin realm experts of the World of Forsaken Saints all exhaled deeply when they saw the Spiritking lead all the Origin realm experts back to the World of Forsaken Saints. They were completely at ease now. They felt like they had almost suffocated from the Spiritking's suppression earlier.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed since Jianchen and the Spiritking had agreed on a ten-year agreement.
A total of eighteen years had passed since Jianchen had entered seclusion in the blood-red cloud.
Eighteen years was quite a long period of time to ordinary people. It was enough for a child to grow up, but to Sainthood and Origin realm experts with long lifespans, eighteen years was just a short period of seclusion.
The blood-red cloud hovering in outer space did not disappear, but its volume had shrunk rapidly. It was not even a tenth of its original size. In particular, the ripples of energy within the blood-red cloud had become extremely weak.
Jianchen sat in the blood-red cloud as he cultivated. After absorbing the terrifying energy from the blood-red cloud, his neidan had grown to a limit. This was the limit of the eighth layer of the Chaotic Body.
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