Deep within the Cold Abyss Secret Realm, atop Yin-Yang Mountain.
The nine Void Refinement Realm cultivators from the Imperial Clan and the Aristocratic Clans finally reached the summit, panting for breath.
But the instant they looked up, they all stopped short-a familiar figure stood with his hands behind his back not far from the Yin-Yang Tree, quietly waiting for them.
"You're finally here."
Seeing the nine of them, Chen Changming smiled faintly, his tone so composed that he seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time.
The moment the nine saw Chen Changming, their expressions changed drastically.
None had expected Chen Chuan of the Chen Household to reach the summit ahead of them.
How could a junior at the second layer of the Void Refinement Realm, whose climbing ability was clearly far inferior to theirs, have overtaken them like this?
Shocked and furious, they seethed with indignation, and curses erupted across the summit of Yin-Yang Mountain.
"You impudent junior of the Chen Household! Just because you relied on a Ghostface Butterfly to reach the summit first, do you really think Yin-Yang Mountain belongs to your Chen Household?" An elder from the Wang Family was the first to speak.
In his view, Chen Changming must have relied on the Ghostface Butterfly's help to reach the summit so quickly.
"A mere second-layer Void Refinement Realm cultivator, yet you dare put on airs before us. Chen Chuan, you must be tired of living!"
An elder from the Sun Family sneered, his face filled with disdain.
"Chen Chuan, you deserve to die! Ever since entering the secret realm, you've beaten us to everything!"
An elder of the Imperial Clan cursed indignantly, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
A pack of clowns capering on a stage... Chen Changming laughed inwardly.
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