Chapter 137: Time Passes
Two years quietly passed in the blink of an eye.
Under the endless resources gathered from the secret realm alongside the sect’s terrifying cultivation environment, the strength of the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect rose at an astonishing pace.
One after another, every First-Generation disciple successfully stepped into the Golden Core Realm while easily surviving their heavenly tribulations.
Among them, Yan Feng, Tianhe, and Miao Han advanced the fastest.
All three had already reached the late stages of Golden Core while their foundations became terrifyingly stable after two years of bitter cultivation.
Meanwhile, Qingyan and Miao-Miao had also successfully stepped into the middle stages of Golden Core.
Even Lin Xiao Tian himself had finally broken into the Fourth Level of Golden Core and officially entered the middle stage realm.
Compared to before, the aura surrounding him had become far deeper and calmer.
The earlier exhaustion and grief hidden within his eyes never truly disappeared, yet over these two years they gradually transformed into something steadier and colder.
At the same time, the Second-Generation disciples also experienced tremendous growth.
Every single one of them had already stepped into the Core Formation Realm.
Under the guidance of the First-Generation disciples and the enormous resources continuously supplied by the sect, the overall strength of the younger generation rose rapidly enough to shock ordinary sects completely.
Meanwhile, Han Leu continuously managed the external affairs of the sect throughout these two years.
Not only did he frequently travel outside gathering information, but he also steadily recruited new disciples into the sect.
The total number of sect members had now already surpassed five hundred.
Compared to the earlier empty and declining atmosphere, the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect now looked vastly livelier and more bustling.
Numerous new buildings gradually appeared across the mountain ranges while spiritual formations continuously operated throughout the sect grounds.
Task halls, Contribution halls, Alchemy pavilions and Training arenas.
Many structures had quietly been established over the past two years through the combined efforts of Han Leu and the disciples themselves.
Han Leu also personally taught techniques and cultivation basics to many younger disciples during this period.
At the same time, after the First-Generation disciples gradually emerged from their closed-door cultivation, they also began guiding and teaching the junior disciples personally.
The overall atmosphere of the sect slowly became completer and more stable with each passing month.
Meanwhile, Tian Jian Zun continuously sent reports regarding the outside world and the imperial court.
And compared to the peaceful growth inside the sect the outside world had already gradually begun descending toward chaos.
The emperor’s condition continued worsening over the past two years while the struggle surrounding the throne became increasingly fierce.
Not only had the various princes begun openly competing for influence, but even the emperor’s younger brother had now openly developed ambitions toward the throne itself.
After countless hidden struggles and internal purges, only three major factions now remained standing within the imperial court.
The first faction belonged to the Fatty Prince.
The second belonged to the emperor’s younger brother whose influence throughout the military remained terrifyingly deep.
And the third... Belonged to another prince infamous throughout the dynasty for being debauched, cruel, and utterly unfilial.
Yet despite his terrible reputation, he still possessed terrifying backing. The current empress.
Meanwhile, the former empress and biological mother of the Fatty Prince had already died years ago from illness under suspicious circumstances.
The imperial court itself now resembled a powder keg waiting to explode completely.
After hearing all these reports, Lin Xiao Tian quietly narrowed his eyes while standing atop the sect’s highest peak.
The cold wind slowly passed through his robes while countless disciples cultivated throughout the mountains beneath him.
Compared to before, the situation outside had already become far more interesting.
And the chaos spreading throughout the imperial palace had already begun igniting the entire region itself.
Numerous great families, merchant alliances, and cultivation sects gradually started choosing sides during these two years while hidden conflicts continuously erupted beneath the surface.
Even among the Top Five Sects of the region, every major power except the Moonveil Pavilion had already secretly aligned themselves with one of the imperial factions.
Yet not a single one chose to stand beside the Fatty Prince. Compared to the other contenders, his foundation remained far too weak.
The emperor’s younger brother controlled deep military influence throughout the dynasty while the debauched prince possessed terrifying support from the current empress alongside numerous noble clans.
Meanwhile, the Fatty Prince barely remained supported by the weakening emperor himself and several old loyalists who still refused abandoning the late empress’ bloodline.
Even then, their influence continuously shrank with each passing month.
As for the imperial ancestor he had already openly declared that he would not interfere within the succession struggle at all.
No matter which prince eventually survived and ascended the throne, he would only recognize the final victor as the legitimate emperor afterward.
His decision instantly caused the situation throughout the dynasty to become even more brutal.
Because everyone now understood clearly there would be no protection fairness or retreat and only the final winner would survive long enough to wear the imperial crown.
Lin Xiao Tian quietly stood atop the highest peak while countless thoughts continuously moved through his mind.
The entire dynasty now resembled dry grass waiting for a single spark to ignite everything completely.
Yet what truly interested him was not the chaos itself but the thing that would finally start it, after observing the situation for two years, his strongest guess remained unchanged.
The death of the emperor the moment that old monster finally died, the entire balance holding the dynasty together would instantly collapse.
Every hidden ambition, betrayal, and blood feud would erupt all at once.
And once that happens...This entire region will burn.
But just as he continued contemplating these matters, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from behind.
Han Leu directly appeared atop the peak afterward, yet compared to his usual calm expression, he now looked visibly shocked and panicked. "Sect Master!"
Lin Xiao Tian slowly turned around afterward.
Han Leu immediately continued speaking without wasting time. "Fairy Chu has arrived seeking assistance."
His breathing remained slightly unstable afterward. "The four major sects have temporarily formed an alliance and are preparing to jointly attack the Moonveil Pavilion."
The moment those words entered his ears, Lin Xiao Tian’s eyes instantly narrowed slightly, then slowly a faint smirk finally appeared across his face after a very long time.
So they finally moved.
He immediately understood the reason behind this sudden alliance. The major sects had already sensed the approaching regional chaos and were attempting to erase unstable variables beforehand.
And the Moonveil Pavilion a sect possessing unclear allegiance and deep influence throughout the region naturally became their first target.
Indeed... they are trying to remove the variable.
The cold wind quietly passed through Lin Xiao Tian’s robes afterward while the smirk upon his face gradually deepened slightly.
But unfortunately for them... It seems they forgot who the true variable actually is.
The next instant, Lin Xiao Tian slowly turned around completely while the calm aura surrounding him gradually sharpened into something far colder.
Then he quietly spoke. "It is time for war, Elder Han."
