Storming the Heavenly Court

As Chen Yang forged artifacts, more than ten years passed.

During this time, Chen Yang was very relaxed, as though he were watching a divine artifact come into being.

Yet several years later, Chen Yang suddenly felt a stir in his heart. He abandoned his forging, his eyes flickering.

Chen Yang fell into brief contemplation. "I have an ominous premonition."

"An ominous premonition? With your cultivation, you would never feel something for no reason!" Duobao said solemnly upon hearing this.

Chen Yang sensed the fluctuations of Fortune. "I know. That is why I relied on Fortune's pull, yet I detected no problem?"

Chen Yang sank into thought, deeply puzzled.

Shortly afterward, Chen Yang gradually steadied his mind and stopped dwelling on it.

However, the Suiren Clan suddenly flew over with someone. He was also of the Human Clan, but belonged to the Human-Demon Clan. Human Clan blood ran through his body, mixed with the bloodline of the Demon Race. Many people of this kind had gone to the Heavenly Court to battle the Outworld Demons.

His sudden arrival made Chen Yang faintly uneasy.

"Human Lord... the Heavenly Court is calling for aid, calling for aid..." the man said urgently, looking extremely bedraggled. "The Heavenly Court needs aid? What happened?" Chen Yang could not help rising to his feet, his eyes flickering. The man replied wearily, "Demon Cultivators have invaded the Heavenly Court. They have stormed into the Heavenly Court..."

"Stormed into the Heavenly Court? How is that possible? There is only one passage connecting the Primordial World to the Heavenly Court. That passage is heavily guarded. How could a large number of Demon Cultivators break through? Even if Demon Cultivators truly invaded, they could not have entered so quickly." Duobao was puzzled.

"Lord Duobao... those Demon Cultivators had special routes.