Chapter 519: Scalp Tingling!

As soon as these words fell, Mo Yin’s gaze glazed over for a fraction of a second. However, he refused to believe the truth and continued to play the fool: “Mother Empress, you…”

Chen Tian did not allow him to finish, cutting him off: “Your mother empress will not be returning either.”

At this, Mo Yin could no longer maintain his facade. He pressed anxiously, “What happened to my mother empress?”

Indeed, ever since he supposedly contracted the “Soul-Loss Syndrome,”

his Imperial Father, Mother Empress, and the rest of the royal bloodline had treated him with cold indifference.

Yet, flesh and blood remained bound by karma; a baseline of familial affection persisted.

Moreover, no matter how deeply he had fallen out of favor, had they not still sent him to the Cloud Sea Sect for sanctuary?

Seeing this unfold, Jiang Chen decisively produced a Top Grade black-skinned spirit melon, slicing it up and sharing it with the martial siblings around him. Everyone happily ate their melon while watching the drama play out.

“Chen Tian, speak quickly!”

“We also wish to know!”

The group urged him on.

Chen Tian ceased his concealment and revealed the truth: “Within the Rust Empire’s royal courts, a faction secretly colluded with the Yellow Springs Alliance. Seizing the chaos of the human-demon war, they abruptly launched a usurpation.

The reigning Emperor, the Empress, and over a thousand members of the royal bloodline… have all been eradicated.”

Mo Yin crashed to his knees with a heavy thud. His spirit shattered, he muttered despondently, “No, that’s impossible. Imperial Father and Mother Empress were guarded by legions of experts. How could they fall!”

The Central Region was the blood-soaked crucible of the human-demon conflict.

For the Rust Empire to have stood firm for a millennium, their foundations were undeniably profound.

How could a rebellion simply succeed overnight? It sounded utterly preposterous.

Hearing this decree, Jiang Chen and the surrounding disciples all wore expressions of sheer disbelief.

Had these words left the lips of any other, none would have believed it; they would have treated it as a madman’s ravings. But this heaven-shaking news came directly from Chen Tian.

Everyone present knew his Dao Heart; he would never deceive his own martial siblings. It could not be a lie.

Yet, if it were true, the entire karmic landscape of the Azure Realm was about to violently overturn.

Long Ao furrowed his brows. “No wonder the Yellow Springs Alliance has been dead silent in recent years. They have been lying dormant within the Rust Empire, weaving their treacherous plots.

Dynasties may rise and fall, but the Central Region absolutely cannot be lost. Otherwise, the demon race will flood our lands, and the entire Azure Realm will be plunged into an eternal age of blood.”

Tie Xin clicked his tongue in marvel. “We are witnessing the turning of an era. A thousand-year sect foundation, turned to ash overnight.”

Jiang Chen could not help but cast a glance at Mo Yin, a flicker of pity crossing his eyes. Not only did he lose his cultivation resources, but now his parents are gone too. What a truly unlucky bastard.

Chen Tian spoke with a heavy tone, “This is the primary reason I aborted my mortal tempering and returned to the sect.”

One reason was that Chen Bo had coincidentally sent word of Mo Yin’s feigned madness.

The other was receiving an emergency summons from the upper echelons of the sect.

With these two karmic threads aligning, he had no choice but to return; continuing his worldly wanderings was impossible.

Tie Xin took a pull from his wine gourd and asked in surprise, “But a catastrophe of this magnitude should be a headache for the sect elders. What does it have to do with us?”

Chen Tian’s sharp gaze swept over his peers as his voice rang out. “The sect has decreed that a vanguard squad be sent to glean the truth of the situation. Simultaneously, once the Thousand Sects Dharma Assembly concludes, the core disciples will be deployed in full force.

No matter the cost in blood, we must claw the Central Region back from the grasp of the Yellow Springs Alliance and the demon race.”

None of them were fools; the hidden intent was immediately clear.

Chen Tian was planning to forge his own spearhead and lead the charge into the Central Region.

No wonder he had even dragged the aloof Xuan Zang into this gathering; the karmic threads were finally aligning.

Long Ao was the first to declare his stance: “I have no objections. I was just lamenting the lack of worthy slaughter.”

Pei Mo immediately followed: “Once my Golden Core is forged, my blade will join yours.”

Tie Xin hesitated for a breath. “I will go, but our preparations must be airtight.”

Xuan Zang maintained his usual detached demeanor, simply shrugging his shoulders. “I care not either way.”

Chen Bo knitted his brows. “Cousin, with my current cultivation base, I will only be a burden.”

Chen Tian stepped forward and firmly clasped his shoulder. “Cousin, if you remain chained to the sect, you will be a Spirit Farmer until the end of your days. You will never witness the boundless glory of the wider heavens.”

Chen Bo was left utterly dumbfounded. After a long moment, he inhaled deeply. “Very well. I am in.”

Chen Tian offered a faint smile. “Only you remain, Junior Brother Jiang.”

In an instant, every gaze in the cavern converged upon Jiang Chen.

Long Ao looked on with a gloating smirk.

Tie Xin’s expression was filled with playful anticipation.

The others watched with keen curiosity.

Jiang Chen was slightly bewildered. How did eating melon drag me into the fire? After a brief pause, he countered, “I am merely a humble Spirit Farmer. When it comes to martial prowess, I am not even a match for Senior Brother Chen Bo. Furthermore, my daily duties tether me to the Spirit Farm; I simply cannot untangle myself.”

The core truth was: he had finally secured a warm bed, a beautiful Dao Companion, and a loving daughter.

To suddenly abandon the sect and journey to the distant, war-torn Central Region…

To speak plainly, he lacked the sense of security needed for such a gamble.

However, Chen Tian simply waved his hand. “You no longer need to fret over the Spirit Farm.”

Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned. “What do you mean?”

Chen Tian’s voice was steady. “The Farm Master has also returned.”

Jiang Chen instantly grew animated. “Master Zhu… the Farm Master has returned?!”

Years ago, he had departed the sect with the sole purpose of chasing a sliver of enlightenment to break through his bottlenecks.

After so many years, he had no way of knowing his fate.

Had he found a heaven-defying medicine to extend his Lifespan?

Or had he merely returned to the sect to peacefully await his passing?

Chen Tian did not elaborate. Instead, he locked eyes with the foolish prince and spoke with absolute gravity, “From this moment forth, you no longer need to play the fool.

After all, those who possessed karmic ties of affection towards you have been erased. Now, only those who wish you dead remain.”

The words were a sword to the heart. Mo Yin felt as if an invisible hand was crushing his throat, yet he viciously rejected this cruel reality. “No! Absolutely impossible! I do not believe your demonic lies!”

Chen Tian could not be bothered to waste breath on arguments. “The winds of truth will soon arrive.

When they do, you will march upon the Central Region with us.”

Mo Yin let out a choked sound, blindsided by the sudden decree.

Chen Tian leveled his index finger at the ruined prince, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. “There are no outsiders within these walls, so I will not shroud my words.

The true reason I rushed my return is precisely because we hold this supreme trump card in our grasp.”

Among the assembled talents, Jiang Chen’s mind turned the fastest. His pupils contracted as he voiced his astonishment, “Senior Brother Chen Tian… you intend to prop this fool up to ascend the Imperial Throne?”

Chen Tian gave a solemn nod, sealing the truth. “Correct.”

Instantly, the breath was stolen from every cultivator in the room.

Only then did the fog obscuring their vision finally part.

Why had no other peak lord or elder wanted to shoulder this royal burden, save for Chen Tian, who actively claimed him and sheltered him in his own domain?

He had provided him with spirit food, wine, and constant care, never once raising a hand in abuse.

At first, the sect assumed it was merely greed for the yearly tribute provided by the Rust Empire.

Now they understood-Chen Tian’s gaze had been fixed upon the Imperial Throne of the Rust Empire from the very beginning!

Previously, he lacked the mandate of heaven to strike.

Now, the heavens had handed him the perfect storm.

With the Rust Empire engulfed in domestic treason and foreign invasion, stability was an impossible dream in the near future.

And as fate would have it, Mo Yin possessed a pure, uncorrupted royal bloodline. As a surviving prince, he held the divine right to contest for the throne.

Clan resources.

Sect resources.

A master’s resources.

Combined, none of these could ever compare to harnessing the karmic weight and treasury of an entire mortal empire!

A cold sweat slicked the spines of everyone present. Chen Bo, in particular, felt a visceral, tingling sensation wash over his scalp.

None had foreseen that Chen Tian’s ambitions possessed such terrifying, world-swallowing proportions.

“The path of Cultivation is a blade; one must either sever the heavens or retreat into dust!”

“A thousand carp struggle against the river’s current, yet only a handful ever leap through the Dragon Gate!”

“Will you choose to brave the tempest with me, or will you wither away in the shadows of mediocrity for the rest of your days?!”

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