After reaching a consensus on the matter, Zhuang Xuanji began discussing in detail with Nangong Jinghe the many particulars of their future course of action.
This matter could not be publicized, nor could they draw in too many others. It still needed to be handled in the shadows, planned over the long term, and pursued step by step.
Fortunately, their opponents also dared not interfere with the lower realm too openly. Within Canglan Continent, there were still peak cultivators such as Chen Yang and the Dark Underworld Venerable holding the fort. Thus, this contest between the two sides was bound to become a prolonged tug-of-war, with no outcome appearing anytime soon.
This period in which both sides secretly placed their pieces was precisely the opportunity Zhuang Xuanji, Chen Yang, and the others could fight for.
On Canglan Continent, within the Forbidden Ground of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.
Seeing that the Pavilion Master truly harbored the resolve to die, Chen Yang withdrew his hand and no longer used force to pressure him.
"Cough, cough... Thank you, Senior, for showing mercy."
The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master rubbed his cheek. "This junior can fully understand Senior's feelings. If it were me, if my own disciple's descendant—also a peerless prodigy with boundless prospects—had died in such a manner, I too would demand an explanation for him no matter what."
Chen Yang looked at him with an impassive expression. "Hmph. Such words naturally come lightly from the mouth. If you could truly feel what I feel, why not reveal the identity and origins of that person from the heavens as well?"
At those words, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master smiled awkwardly. "Senior, the reason the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion has endured to this day is naturally because it has its own way of survival. It