The Divine Ability Method Is Fake? A Request for the Divine Son's Guidance?

If anyone else had said this, they would have long since been met with scorn.

But when the Quasi-Emperor ancestor spoke, everyone had no choice but to ponder it carefully.

Could the method Ancestor Changqing had comprehended truly be this terrifying?

Once the crowd had quieted somewhat, Chen Haotian turned around and looked at Chen Changqing with blazing eyes.

There was no trace of a Quasi-Emperor's dignity left on his face, only undisguised impatience.

"Changqing, from here on, everything depends on you."

"Do whatever you want. No one in the entire clan will dare disobey."

To be honest, as a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert, he was even more eager than anyone present to hear Chen Changqing's lecture.

He had personally experienced the heaven-defying effects of a Divine Ability.

If he, too, could comprehend a Divine Ability, then with his Quasi-Emperor body... could he challenge a Great Emperor? Perhaps even a Forbidden Zone Supreme?

At that thought, Chen Haotian's heart began pounding wildly with excitement.

Facing his ancestor's fervent, nearly scorching gaze, Chen Changqing felt rather helpless. His ancestor really was impatient!

Still, he nodded and slowly said, "The method I comprehended is called the Divine Ability Method..."

"This lecture will last one hour. How much you can comprehend will depend entirely on your own fortune."

His voice was not loud, yet it swept across all of Purple Sun Peak like a gentle breeze, falling clearly into every ear.

"This method is unrelated to cultivation level, unrestricted by innate talent, requires no spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and does not require the condensation of true essence."

"Even a mortal, if they can comprehend a Divine Ability, can move mountains and fill seas, contending with cultivators."

As his words fell—

Purple Sun Peak sank into a momentary deathly silence.

Then—

It erupted into an uproar.

"Mortals... can stand against cultivators too?"

A young disciple's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a fist.

"No spiritual energy? No true essence? Then where does that power come from?"

A Sequence prodigy furrowed his brow, his face filled with disbelief.

"Th-this doesn't it overturn the entire cultivation system of the Great Desolate Realm?"

The older clansmen looked at one another, the confusion in their eyes nearly spilling over.

Even the well-informed Chen Family elders could not help drawing in sharp breaths.

Without true essence, mortals could still comprehend Divine Abilities and battle cultivators.

Such a method was unheard of and unseen, no different from a fantastical tale.

Yet these words had come from the mouth of a Chaos Body prodigy who had swept through his generation without rival a million years ago.

Ignoring the commotion below the platform—

Chen Changqing slightly raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze over the crowd, intending to continue.

Suddenly—

"Divine Son!"

A voice carrying a hint of arrogance and indignation echoed throughout Purple Sun Peak, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

Following the sound—

They saw a young man standing proudly upon the central one of the forty-nine arenas, dressed in a black battle robe.

He was broad and powerfully built, with veins on his arms coiling like dragons. His blood and qi surged like thunder, while a supreme battle intent faintly emanated from within him, making even the protective formation patterns around the arena hum without cease.

He was Chen Yuanba, the foremost of the Chen Family's three top prodigies.

Only twenty-six years old, he had already reached the Saint Realm.

He possessed the Azure Heaven Tyrant Body and was accompanied by an ancient treasure art, the Battle Combat Formula. His combat strength was overwhelmingly formidable, and among those of the same realm, he had virtually no equal.

During this Sequence ranking battle, he had bulldozed his way through every opponent without a single defeat, regarded as the prodigy most qualified to contend for the position of Chief Holy Son.

"Since the Divine Ability Method you have comprehended is so profound, Divine Son!"

Chen Yuanba raised his head and stared directly at the blue-robed figure on the viewing platform. Though his tone seemed respectful, every word carried an edge he could not suppress.

"This junior, Chen Yuanba, humbly requests your guidance, Divine Son!"

At that moment, Chen Yuanba clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving violently. Years of pent-up resentment and unwillingness churned within his tiger-like eyes.

Why?

These two words had lingered in his heart for countless years.

For a million years, the Chen Family had followed the ancestral precepts generation after generation, sealing away countless precious resources for the sole purpose of leaving them to the legendary Divine Son Changqing.

He, Chen Yuanba, possessed heaven-bestowed talent, yet even obtaining a Saint-grade medicine over one hundred thousand years old was immensely difficult. Meanwhile, those resources had been piled deep within the ancestral treasury, gathering dust for a million years, all for someone who might not even awaken again.

He had endured it.

Relying on the Azure Heaven Tyrant Body and the Battle Combat Formula, he had fought his way forward step by step, forcefully reaching the Saint Realm and becoming the foremost among the Chen Family's younger generation.

He had believed that as long as he became strong enough—strong enough to lead the Chen Family back to its peak—those old fossils would abandon their obsession and hand the position of Divine Son to him.

But today—

This youth, sealed away for a million years and possessing only Transcendent Realm cultivation, had emerged from his seal. Without even displaying a shred of his strength, he was once again to be revered as a god by the entire clan.

He was even going to lecture publicly, spouting such absurd nonsense as "mortals can also contend with cultivators."

Ridiculous.

Utterly ridiculous.

In Chen Yuanba's view, this was nothing more than a gimmick deliberately fabricated to preserve the illusory prestige of the Divine Son.

The Divine Ability Method?

Mortals battling cultivators?

If such a heaven-defying method truly existed, why had no one ever heard of it a million years ago?

He did not believe it.

He refused to accept it.

And at that moment—

Everyone was stunned by Chen Yuanba's actions.

Chen Lingfeng's expression changed drastically. He stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Chen Yuanba, how dare you!"

"How can you be so disrespectful before our ancestor?"

However—

Before he could finish speaking, two more voices rang out in succession.

"This junior, Chen Qingshuang, also requests the Divine Son's guidance."

"This junior, Chen Musen, likewise requests the Divine Son's guidance."

On one arena, a woman in snow-white robes stood with one hand on her sword, her gaze as cold as frost. She was Chen Qingshuang, the only woman among the Chen Family's three top prodigies.

On another arena, a young man in a blue-gray robe stood with his hands behind his back. His face was gentle, with a faint smile in his eyes, yet anyone looking closely would discover fine cracks silently spreading across the surface of the black iron arena beneath his feet!

Chen Musen was the most low-key of the three, yet also the most unfathomable.

No one had expected—

The Chen Family's three most dazzling prodigies of the current generation would all issue challenges to the ancestor who had only just awakened at the same moment.

At this moment!

Purple Sun Peak fell completely silent!