On the second floor of the Anatta Tower, Xuan Ming currently sat on the ground and cultivated diligently. A layer of dense and sacred Radiant Saint Force enveloped him as the Laws of the Hallowed revolved around him. He was working hard towards the soultree of a Hallowed Saint Master.
This was because all the peak Hallowed Saint Masters of the Divine King of the Radiant Saint Hall were threatened by an extremely powerful great demon. As a result, Xuan Ming dared not leave this place unless he broke through. He dared not go to the outside world at all. His freedom would be restricted for the rest of his life.
As a result, only by breaking through and condensing a soultree, becoming an existence equivalent to the Primordial realm among fighters, could he regain his freedom.
"Xuan Ming!"
At this moment, the illusionary figure condensed from a sliver of Jianchen's soul appeared before Xuan Ming silently. At this moment, he was forced to interrupt Xuan Ming's cultivation. He called out gently, rousing Xuan Ming from his cultivation.
"Brother Jianchen, haha, long time no see. Oh right, how's the situation in the outside world recently? Have you shaken off the Heavenly King of Azure Brilliance's pursuit? You've gone to the Desolate Plane? " Xuan Ming ended his cultivation and asked a few questions right from the start. In particular, when he mentioned the Desolate Plane, his eyes were filled with undisguised eagerness.
"I'm already on the Desolate Plane," said Jianchen.
Xuan Ming immediately roused with interest when he heard that. He said excitedly, "Really? You're already on the Desolate Plane? That's great, that's really great. Oh right, brother Jianchen, where are you on the Desolate Plane right now? Can you … can you … "Xuan Ming hesitated.
Jianchen smiled, "Xuan Ming, just say what you want to say."
Xuan Ming hesitated for a while before making up his mind. He clasped his fist at Jianchen and said, "Brother Jianchen, can you pay a visit to the Radiant Saint Hall and tell my father that I'm still alive? After all, I've left the Barren State for far too long. In all these years, in order to prevent the great demon from divining anything, I've completely cut off all contact with my father. Right now, I don't even know if my father is doing well. "
"Of course. However, your father is one of the eight vice-leaders of the Radiant Saint Hall. He's great, so it probably won't be that easy for me to see him," Jianchen agreed without any hesitation. Xuan Ming's actions were exactly what he wanted.
"That's easy!" Xuan Ming bit his finger and poured a droplet of blood into a jade bottle. Afterwards, he passed it to Jianchen and said, "Hallowed Saint Masters who have reached my father's level of cultivation can sense their bloodline strongly. Jianchen, take this jade bottle and open it near the Radiant Saint Hall. As long as my father is in the Radiant Saint Hall, he'll definitely sense it. "
Jianchen stowed away the jade bottle with Xuan Ming's blood. After a moment of thought, he said, "Just this isn't enough. If your father misunderstands and thinks that I've obtained this droplet of blood through some unscrupulous means, I'll be in trouble."
"Then I'll write a letter to my father and tell him that you, Jianchen, are my best friend." Xuan Ming immediately took out a jade slip from his Space Ring and began inscribing information in it with the senses of his soul.
"Hold on. I've changed my name on the Barren Plane, so please don't use my name as Jianchen. Just use Chang Yang. Also, don't mention anything about me to your father. You can't even tell him about the existence of this tower. "
"You must have sensed it as well. This tower can obscure the heavenly secrets, so it must be of great quality. If your father learns about it, he might try to lay his hands on me," Jianchen warned sternly. He could not be careless about this matter.
Xuan Ming thought that Jianchen was worried about the Azure Peng King's pursuit, so he swore, "Brother Jianchen, don't worry. The Heavenly King of Azure Brilliance will never take a single step onto the Barren Plane." Although he said that, Xuan Ming still followed Jianchen's request. He passed the jade slip with his information to Jianchen, taking the initiative for Jianchen to check.
After all, he was currently hiding under Jianchen's roof, so he naturally had to listen to Jianchen. He was afraid that if he made Jianchen unhappy, Jianchen would not go to the Radiant Saint Hall to report his safety.
Jian Chen carefully checked the contents of the jade slip. After confirming that there were no problems, he left the second floor with the jade slip containing Xuan Ming's blood and the jade slip containing his information. He arrived on the ninth floor.
Jianchen changed the jade bottle with the droplet of blood on the ninth floor, replacing it with a jade bottle of a higher grade and better quality.
"No matter how much time has passed in the jade bottle, the blood will still look like it's fresh. As a result, even if Xuan Ming's father sees the blood, he won't be able to tell when it was left behind," Jian Chen thought. After making all the preparations and confirming that he had not missed anything, the sliver of Jianchen's soul left the Anatta Tower.
Jianchen sat in his dwelling on the Soaring Clouds Peak of the Radiant Saint Hall. He stared at the jade bottle in his hand and hesitated slightly before opening it.
At the same time, two middle-aged men sat across from each other in a resplendent hall within the sacred hall that stood above the clouds.
"Xuan Zhan, who do you favour in the competition for the position of Chosen Saint this time?" One of the middle-aged men leisurely tasted the aged wine as he spoke in an unconcerned manner. His figure was rather thin and weak, but his face that was filled with resoluteness carried the dignity of someone who had been in a high position for a long time. He was just like an emperor, giving others the feeling that he was imposing without being angry.
The middle-aged man was one of the eight vice-leaders of the Radiant Saint Hall, Ming He, Mo He.
The middle-aged man called Xuan Zhan seemed extraordinarily burly. Just his body seemed to possess terrifying power. His chiseled face gave off a sense of coldness, making people shiver. His gaze was extremely sharp as well, such that no one dared to look him in the eye.
However, there was always a sliver of worry between his brows, as if he was worried about something that he could not let go of.
Xuan Zhan was also one of the eight vice-leaders of the Radiant Saint Hall. He possessed great authority in the Radiant Saint Hall, an existence only second to the leader.
"I'm not interested in that. Let's see who wins out of the five of them," Xuan Zhan said emotionlessly. The worry between his brows never dispersed.
Hearing this, Mo He looked up at Xuan Zhan and sighed softly, "Are you worried about your precious son again?"
Xuan Zhan remained silent. He stared at the sky outside in a daze.
Mo He sighed inside when he saw that. He had no idea how to comfort him. After all, Xuan Ming was Xuan Zhan's only son. Xuan Zhan had always treated him like his own flesh and blood, doting on him. He had spent his entire life nurturing Xuan Ming. If Xuan Ming really did die, Mo He had no idea how severe of a blow it would be to Xuan Zhan.
However, at this moment, Xuan Zhan's body suddenly trembled violently. Resplendent light shone from his eyes in a single moment, and he leapt to his feet. He stared fixedly in a certain direction as he could not help but become excited.
In the next moment, he took a step and vanished. He had left the sacred hall like he had teleported, appearing in the mountains below the sacred hall.
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