Things had reached a stalemate, and Prince An was somewhat uncertain as well.
"Let's wait a little longer!" In the end, he could only decide to continue waiting.
Very soon, half a day passed. Yet Chen Zheng and the others still had not sent back any news. This time, there was no need to ask Great Sound Pavilion—the Central River Imperial Family's spies in the Southern Bright Continent had already relayed their intelligence. It was completely consistent with Great Sound Pavilion's report: not a single Mahayana-stage cultivator had appeared anywhere on the continent, and everything remained calm.
As this news arrived, everyone guarding the realm passageway looked rather grim. This was especially true for Peerless Valley, Prince Gong, and Spirit Crane Island, all of whom had sent people in. If those three met with misfortune, it would undoubtedly be a fatal blow to their respective forces.
Sects and cities could be rebuilt after being destroyed, but if their top Mahayana-stage combatants were lost, their standing in the cultivation world would no longer be secure. Prince Gong's situation was still manageable—after all, he was merely one of the Nine Great Princes, and the one in danger was only an outsider elder. But for Spirit Crane Island and Peerless Valley, it was a truly serious matter.
Buzz!
A terrifying pressure descended upon the realm passageway. Everyone's expressions shifted slightly as they watched a crack open in the sky, from which a figure clad in luxurious robes stepped out.
"Greetings, Prince Cheng!"
The newcomer was none other than Prince Cheng, ranked second among the Central River's Nine Great Princes. Upon seeing him, everyone bowed in greeting. It was not merely because of Prince Cheng's status, but also because of his formidable strength.
"This matter is becoming difficult to handle. You make the decision,"