Yi Chen was hailed as the most outstanding disciple the Heavenly Underworld Sect had produced in a century.
Within the Heavenly Underworld Sect, even some elders had to treat him with utmost respect when they saw him.
That was because everyone in the Heavenly Underworld Sect knew that, given his strength and talent, he would surely become the sect's next sect master in time.
The Heavenly Underworld Sect's methods of training disciples were exceptionally bloody and cruel. It was said that after each generation of true disciples reached a certain level of cultivation, they would enter the sect's forbidden grounds.
There, those fellow disciples who normally addressed one another as senior and junior brothers had to slaughter each other. The last one to emerge from the forbidden grounds would become a true core disciple of the sect.
Coupled with the Heavenly Underworld Sect's cruel and tyrannical cultivation art, which required one to devour another's Dou Qi along with their flesh and blood, this gu-raising style of training seemed all the more gruesome.
As the only disciple of his generation to leave the sect's forbidden grounds alive, Yi Chen had also fought campaigns north and south over the years, slaughtering countless foes. His strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he broke through to the Dou Zun realm shortly after turning thirty.
His current cultivation had already reached the Four-Star Dou Zun realm. He was undeniably a genius.
Today, as usual, Yi Chen made his customary rounds through the Heavenly Underworld Sect.
In truth, given his status, there was no need for him to bother with such trivial matters.
But he enjoyed the reverent, fearful gazes cast his way by the other disciples. He also wished to use such conduct to plant a seed of authority deep within the hearts