“Nonsense! You were the ones who struck first!” Hearing the blatant distortion of truth, the Starry Saintess was infuriated. As usual, she and her group were on Eternal Mountain seeking the inheritance of the Eternal Emperor. Near the peak, they discovered a precious herb, but as luck would have it, members of the Yin-Yang Holy Land arrived at the same time. What followed was simple. Neither side was willing to concede, and a battle broke out. The arrival of Jiang Chen and Zi Qingyan, followed by Zi Qingyan’s intervention, finally brought the fighting to a halt. “If you hadn’t tried to snatch the herb from us, why would we have attacked?” a Great Saint from the Yin-Yang Holy Land retorted darkly, glaring at Jiang Chen and Zi Qingyan with a threatening gaze. He turned his attention from the Starry Saintess to Jiang Chen and Zi Qingyan, saying coldly, “I don’t know who you are, but this is the Northern Region. If you don’t want trouble, I suggest you stay out of this.” His words were full of menace, an attempt to intimidate them into inaction. “The Northern Region, you say?” Jiang Chen’s interest piqued. With a hint of amusement, he replied, “So the Northern Region belongs to the Yin-Yang Holy Land now? Does that mean everyone here must bow to your authority?” The Starry Saintess, seizing the opportunity, smirked and added mockingly, “How grand! Even the Primordial Holy Land doesn’t dare claim dominion over the Eastern Wilderness. Who gave the Yin-Yang Holy Land the audacity to declare themselves rulers of an entire region?” “Unless…” she continued with a sly smile, “the Yin-Yang Holy Land has grown stronger than Primordial Holy Land? Funny, because I recall that in the past, even a Heavenly Demon managed to invade your gates without anyone noticing.” Her words were a deliberate jab, and the two Saints from the Yin-Yang Holy Land visibly faltered. The Yin-Yang Holy Land was not considered one of the truly formidable immortal powers. The likes of Primordial Holy Land, with its supreme Primordial Dao Body, or the mysterious and deep-rooted Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, were far more terrifying. Compared to these titans, the Yin-Yang Holy Land was middling at best. The two Saints exchanged uncertain glances. The identities of Jiang Chen and Zi Qingyan were too mysterious, and their casual demeanor suggested no fear of the Yin-Yang Holy Land. The Starry Saintess, emboldened by their hesitation, smirked. “What’s this? Scared now?” She couldn’t hide her glee at seeing her attackers falter. Yet, the Great Saint’s face darkened further. This was no longer just a battle—it was about the Yin-Yang Holy Land’s reputation. At that moment, a furious roar echoed across the heavens. “Senior Brother, leave those two for me! They killed my son, and today I will tear them limb from limb!” The voice boomed like the wrath of the heavens, shaking the void as an incomparably powerful aura descended upon them. The Starry Saintess’s expression shifted. Another Great Saint was arriving, and this one was filled with murderous intent. Moments later, the void tore apart, and a middle-aged man with a fierce expression strode forth. He was clad in black-and-white Daoist robes that barely contained his robust frame. His black hair billowed wildly, and his icy gaze was brimming with killing intent. The heavens seemed to quake as his murderous aura surged, causing the laws of the world to tremble. “Was it you who killed my son?” the man demanded, his piercing gaze locking onto Jiang Chen and Zi Qingyan. Jiang Chen frowned slightly. “Your son? Who is he?” His voice carried genuine confusion. Jiang Chen had killed many along the way, but only those who provoked him repeatedly. He never paid special attention to any of them. The onlookers, including the Starry Saintess, stared at Jiang Chen in shock. His nonchalant response seemed to incense the Great Saint further. “You insolent fool!” the Great Saint roared, his fury boiling over. His overwhelming energy rippled outward, triggering nearby formations and radiating a suffocating pressure. Then, something extraordinary happened. An invisible force spread across the area, as if the world itself had been paused. The suffocating energy dissipated in an instant, and the surroundings grew eerily quiet. The Great Saint froze, his pupils shrinking in terror as he recognized the overwhelming aura. It was a power that seemed to control the heavens and earth—a force he vaguely recalled but could not fully comprehend. “Are you sure you still want to make a move?” Jiang Chen asked, his tone laced with subtle menace. The words had barely left his mouth before the three Great Saints from the Yin-Yang Holy Land turned and fled. Their earlier arrogance was forgotten entirely, especially the vengeful Great Saint, who now bolted faster than anyone else. Using every ounce of strength, the three Great Saints fled as if their lives depended on it. In the blink of an eye, they vanished from Eternal Mountain entirely. “They sure ran fast!” The Starry Saintess couldn’t help but exclaim, her beautiful eyes glancing at Jiang Chen, her heart pounding slightly. This was the deterrent power of the Holy Son of Primordial, unparalleled and awe-inspiring. Even though Jiang Chen hadn’t explicitly revealed his identity, his unique aura was unmistakable. It was the aura of the Primordial Dao Body, embodying the ultimate truths of the universe—an aura that only the bearer of such a physique could possess. The three fleeing Great Saints, meanwhile, ignored everyone they encountered along the way, not even acknowledging old acquaintances. Their frantic retreat was akin to escaping from a monstrous force. “What’s going on with those two? Why do they look like they’re being hunted?” It didn’t take long for others to connect the dots. If three Great Saints were fleeing so desperately, something catastrophic must have occurred. Word spread quickly, causing the remaining beings on Eternal Mountain to evacuate en masse, terrified of being caught in the crossfire. If Great Saints were running, how could ordinary cultivators survive? This chain reaction left Eternal Mountain eerily quiet, a rare moment of peace after the exodus of countless beings. As for the instigators of this chaos—Jiang Chen and Zi Qingyan—they remained atop the mountain, calm and unbothered.