System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

At this moment, not only were people questioning Chen Xuan everywhere, but even the people from Qilin City and the Heartless Holy Land were frowning as they looked at Chen Xuan, wondering what he would do next.

Chen Xuan, however, was fearless and spoke indifferently: "Fellow Daoists."

As Chen Xuan used the Great Dao in conjunction with his divine soul to transmit his voice, all the cultivators on the battlefield heard this indifferent and detached voice.

"I, Chen Xuan, am a mortal native, rising from humble beginnings without any background or powerful connections. Now, though my wings are not yet fully grown, I have already displayed my abilities to suppress my enemies. I'm afraid there are more than one person here who wants to sell this information to the Nalan clan in exchange for a considerable sum of resources!"

Chen Xuan's words were polite in the first half, but as soon as he uttered the second half, a chilling killing intent permeated the air.

“The Nalan clan has a Celestial Ancestor who oversees them, and I am currently no match for him. Of course, given time, I will definitely avenge this grudge.”

"I, Chen Xuan, am in great need of time. I wonder if any of you fellow Daoists here could give me, Chen Xuan, some face?"

Chen Xuan spoke politely, without a trace of coercion, yet the unquestionable and threatening intent in his tone was self-evident.

These words shook the entire core area.

Immediately, hundreds of cultivators who had not witnessed the previous suppression and considered themselves to be of considerable strength jumped out and cursed Chen Xuan, saying that he was ignorant of his own limitations and dared to threaten everyone.

However, Chen Xuan immediately unleashed a swift and decisive attack. He used his divine sense to control the Soul-Seizing Chains, shattering the bodies of these hundreds of people with overwhelming force.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the twisted, struggling, roaring and begging souls were pulled back into the Thousand Evils and Myriad Souls Banner in terror.

Among these hundreds of cultivators, there were many powerful individuals, but faced with the full power of Chen Xuan's Thousand Evils and Myriad Souls Banner, they were powerless to resist and were all suppressed by the Soul-Seizing Suppression.

In an instant, the world fell silent. Even the disciples of the Nine Nether Holy Land, who had previously clamored to join forces to kill Chen Xuan, fell silent. As second-generation disciples of the Holy Land, they considered themselves slightly stronger than cultivators from smaller worlds, but only slightly stronger, at most able to sweep away a dozen or so people without the Holy Land's help.

But what about Chen Xuan?

In the blink of an eye, he slaughtered millions of cultivators at the Elephant Realm, who were at the Myriad Elephant Realm. He was able to ignore their divine and demonic bodies and kill them at will!

How can you compare them? There's simply no comparison.

At this moment, Chen Xuan's eyes were filled with madness. He stood side by side with his second primordial spirit, with his supporters behind him, including his fellow disciples and friends such as Gu Ying, Piao Xue, Zhan Xin, and Wang Kaixuan. Chen Xuan looked down at the more than 100,000 cultivators below and continued to speak coldly: "I wonder if the remaining fellow Daoists could give Chen Xuan a little face?"

Ruthless, decisive, meticulous, and calmly jealous...

Chen Xuan had never revealed such methods and temperament to his friends and fellow disciples, let alone to the cultivators currently under the threat of the Blood Cloud Formation.

"Fellow Daoist, please tell us what your needs are so we can cooperate."

“Yes, Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan, we heard that your disciple was being tortured by his enemies, and we sympathize with him. If we can help, we will certainly not refuse.”

"Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan..."

Indeed, all power and influence are won through bloodshed.

Chen Xuan nodded slightly upon hearing this: "If you all just swear an oath that you will never reveal what you have seen and heard today to any living being, then you will have helped me, Chen Xuan, once. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay you."

A vow? A vow to Heaven?

Ordinary cultivators could barely accept this request, but some powerful cultivators couldn't help but object.

“Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan, we are neither cultivators from your world nor do we know anything about the Nalan clan. We have no reason to inform you or leak your information.”

“That’s right. The oath of Heaven is like a sword hanging over the heads of cultivators. Without a reason, why would we easily swear to be bound by Heaven?”

Chen Xuan looked down and realized that those who were opposing this time were clearly disciples from first-class sects or even quasi-sacred cities.

“Cultivators live for thousands, tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years. How do I know if your sect is on good terms with the Nalan clan? Do you think I would gamble everything on the fact that none of you know the Nalan clan?”

Chen Xuan interrupted everyone's rebuttal: "I only want one answer. If you don't swear an oath today... then come to my banner for a discussion!"

"Insolence! Chen Xuan, have you gone mad? This place is not just home to one or two sects; many geniuses from the three holy lands are here. How dare you be so arrogant?"

"Exactly! You're just using that Soul Banner magic weapon to threaten us, yet you dare to point fingers at the three holy lands?"

"If the Holy Land is willing to bow down, what harm is there in us bowing down as well?"

Goodness, they say old people are shrewd and cunning, and this clever twist and turn surprised Chen Xuan.

But now that things had come to this, he had no way out. Chen Xuan's gaze first fell on Bai Qianhuan of the Heartless Holy Land, who was confronting Xuan Yi in the distance.

Although he had a relationship with Bai Qianhuan, what did this little bit of friendship matter when it came to the future of the entire Longxia clan?

Bai Qianhuan was extremely weak from desperately delaying Xuan Yi. Seeing that this "sixth brother," who had once disguised himself as the son-in-law of Qilin City but was actually Chen Xuan, was the first to look at him, he was so angry that he vomited blood. He forced himself to straighten up and shouted, "What do you mean? Why are you looking at me first?"

"Chen Xuan, do you think I'm easy to bully?" Bai Qianhuan was somewhat arrogant and proud. Although Chen Xuan had helped him earlier, they should stick to the facts and not confuse the two.

"Old Bai, I only need your opinion. This matter concerns the survival of my relatives, friends, and tribe." Chen Xuan's voice was low, and there was no trace of a smile on his face. He waved his hand, and the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion spun rapidly. Then, with a "whoosh," twenty or thirty men and women at their peak strength were teleported out.

"Master!" As soon as Gu Ying appeared, he immediately bowed deeply to Chen Xuan's true form, and the Gu poison domain around him spread out.

Previously, Chen Xuan had bestowed upon Gu Ying a fortune, allowing him to repair his origins with the help of the innate Creation Elixir. Now, upon his appearance, the aura and strength he displayed astonished all sides.

Many people were surprised that this gloomy man in black, whose aura was almost as strong as Chen Xuan's, would kneel and bow to Chen Xuan and address him as "master."

“Junior brother.” Piaoxue’s expression was complicated, and her eyes were full of heartache as she looked at Chen Xuan—it turned out that her junior brother was burdened with such a deep-seated blood feud.

"Chen Xuan." Zhan Xin, Zi Mo, Tian Xing, Zi Yu, Bai Li, and other close female friends gathered around, expressing their concern and uniting against the common enemy.

"Junior Brother!" Senior Brother Triumph was surrounded by six black dragons, clearly operating the supreme technique at full power, ready to obey Chen Xuan's command and unleash thunderous attacks at any time.

"Junior Brother Beiming!" Qinglian, Shanhe, Tianshuang, and other fellow disciples also revealed cold glints and surged with killing intent as they stood behind Chen Xuan.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan, we've come to help you too!" Ling Chen and Yue Ming from the four major academies, and even disciples from the Taiqing Palace, all rushed over.

But this was not the most shocking scene for the top combatants on the entire battlefield.

What surprised Bai Qianhuan and even the holy land level figures like Xuan Yi was that next to Chen Xuan was another Chen Xuan—a man with long black hair, dressed in white, and exuding the sword intent of the Great Dao.

“A second primordial spirit.” Xuan Yi frowned.

Bai Qianhuan seemed to be deep in thought, then looked at Chen Xuan in utter shock and shouted, "You've been hiding your strength from me all this time?"