"An uneasy feeling?"
After hearing Yang Lingqing's account, Chen Yang's immortal body also felt that something was amiss.
He immediately checked again with his Stone Body Clone on the Kunxu Battlefield. At the same time, he used soul fire to send Thought Transmissions to the Yang Clan cultivators in the different battlefield spaces.
Yet after repeated checks, neither the Stone Body Clone's senses nor the Yang Clan cultivators' reports from their explorations revealed anything unusual.
"Everything's going smoothly... So where could the problem be?"
Doubt stirred in Chen Yang's heart.
Given his current strength, the Yang Clan's influence among the righteous factions, and the Stone Body Clone and numerous statues of gods held in reserve, no faction on the Kunxu Battlefield should have been able to threaten the Yang Clan.
Moreover, according to the latest reports from Yang Yuanhong, Yang Xuanzhou, Zhao Che, Chen Huai'an, and the others, they had all found the locations of the Divine Path Stele fragments and reached agreements with the other factions. No needless fighting had broken out.
Yang Lingrui, who carried the Stone Body Clone, had even found the shattered body of the god.
That unfortunate god of the Path of Life and Death had fallen prey to a frenzy more than a century ago.
To preserve a shred of reason and keep himself from becoming a completely deranged monster, he had shattered his own spirit body and merged it with the Divine Path Stele there, escaping that fate.
Though this had preserved a wisp of his consciousness, the price was the complete loss of his divine abilities and power. He could survive only by dwelling within the Divine Path Stele.
Now, guided by the god's will, Yang Lingrui had passed through a lingering battlefield illusion and returned to the Kunxu Battlefield of the