Two powerful waves of Spiritual Sense swept across the Yang Family's territory in succession. Chen Yang drew all his awareness back into his body, hid in Yang Yuanhong's sleeve, and played dead, not daring to make the slightest sound.
He truly had not expected that this little maneuver of his would draw the attention of two Spiritual Connection cultivators.
Fortunately, he had only tampered with things slightly and left behind no overly obvious traces. The two should have merely sensed something amiss, without discovering that the Yang Family was responsible.
"One came from the northeast—it should be the legendary True Man Huolong. The other came from the southwest; that must be Consort Xi."
Only after the two waves of Spiritual Sense retreated and vanished one after another did Chen Yang cautiously remove the concealment of his divine power. "The divine power I have on hand is getting a little insufficient."
Chen Yang gathered up his divine power. Since he had not converted and purified the power of prayers for quite some time, the cluster of divine power that had initially been the size of a watermelon had now dwindled to the size of a fist.
That amount was barely enough for him to conceal himself. He could no longer bestow it elsewhere.
"I've accumulated quite a lot of prayer power over these past few years too. It's just the right time to head to the Divine Palace and convert another batch."
With a thought from Chen Yang, his spirit body appeared within the Shattered Divine Palace.
He sat in that seat, then released the prayer power attached to himself bit by bit, letting it stream into the jade tower behind him.
Though this accumulation period had not been as long as the last one, the amount of prayer power was