Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

On the morning of the second day, Chen Yu walked out of the inn. Little Yuan had already been waiting outside the door of the inn and bowed respectfully towards Chen Yu.    

    

After the incident with the Blood Wolf Gang yesterday, Little Yuan was convinced that following Chen Yu was an opportunity to change his fate and decided to steadfastly work for Chen Yu.    

    

Looking at the big bag on Little Yuan's back, Chen Yu casually took out a Storage Bag and threw it to Little Yuan.    

    

Little Yuan was dazed for a moment. He found it hard to believe and hurriedly thanked him.    

    

Chen Yu waved his hands. After waiting for Little Yuan to put everything inside the Storage Bag, he grabbed Little Yuan's collar and ran towards Lonely Spirit Abyss.    

    

After sprinting with his full strength for two hours, Chen Yu arrived beside the Lonely Spirit Abyss. Looking ahead, the Lonely Spirit Abyss was clearly a gigantic and endless deep ditch.    

    

Chen Yu was on a small path that snaked down the edge of the abyss. The path looked extremely sinister as if it was hanging on a cliff.    

    

This was still the shallowest part of the Lonely Spirit Abyss. It was a relatively safer intersection that many people had opened up after tens of thousands of years.    

    

Looking down at the endless abyss, Chen Yu didn't say anything for a long time, but his heart was reverberating with a lot of emotions.    

    

Chen Yu thought about how Cang Min's Divine King from ten thousand years ago slashed down from the sky, causing the huge Myriad Dao Sect sect Lu Chen to plow this endless earth. Chen Yu felt his blood heat up, and an endless yearning rose in his heart!    

    

From Gongyang Wu's words, Chen Yu knew that Cang Min's Divine King was at the peak at that time.    

    

In the nine stages of the martial way, the Divine King was only at the seventh level!    

    

How about Divine King that could create an endless abyss Saint King with one sword strike that spanned tens of thousands of miles? So what if he was a Great Emperor?    

    

Once one reaches the Emperor Realm, could it be that turning the hand would cause the continent to be destroyed and the heaven and earth to be turned around?    

    

It was impossible to be certain, and it was impossible to imagine. The only thing that remained in Chen Yu's heart was his desire for power and his determination to become a powerful warrior at the peak of martial arts.    

    

"Young master, someone is coming!" Little Yuan clearly understood Chen Yu's mood and didn't disturb him. However, he had to remind him at this time.    

    

"Hmm?" Chen Yu turned his head and saw three figures rushing over from the sky.    

    

The people who came were two men and one woman. They were all dressed in robes embroidered with the picture of the cold moon, with the sleeves fluttering in the wind.    

    

The man in the lead was in his thirties, and his aura was especially deep and powerful. There was a divine light flickering in his eyes, and he exuded a kind of condescending pressure. He was actually a practitioner of Profound Dark Stage.    

    

The remaining two were a bit inferior, but to be able to fly in the air and fly low, it showed that they had both broken through their Profound Dark Stage.    

    

The three of them landed not far from Chen Yu and his companion. After glancing at the two of them, they paid no more attention to them and turned to look at their Lonely Spirit Abyss.    

    

The man in the lead didn't have any surprised emotions, but the other two people were the same as Chen Yu, with shocked expressions. It should be their first time coming to the Lonely Spirit Abyss as well.    

    

Chen Yu retracted his gaze, and asked Little Yuan: "Is there a real lake below the Lonely Spirit Abyss?"    

    

Little Yuan nodded and said, "Reporting to Young Master, the water below is not very deep, but at the middle of Lonely Spirit Abyss, the water is unfathomably deep. It is said that there are quite a few underground rivers!"    

    

Chen Yu didn't think it was strange. Back then, when Cang Min's Divine King slashed out of the abyss, it could be said to be extremely normal to slash into the underground river.    

    

"Has anyone dived in?" Chen Yu asked.    

    

"Yes, but no one came up alive!" Little Yuan said, "Young Master, the greatest danger to our Lonely Spirit Abyss comes from the sword seal. The origin of the sword imprint is unknown, but it exists in every corner of the Lonely Spirit Abyss. Those who enter often accidentally touch the sword imprint, and the sword imprint instantly becomes a sword aura that kills them! "    

    

"Some very terrifying sword seals were said to be able to behead even experts in Profound Dark Stage!"    

    

Chen Yu's heart trembled slightly. The sword imprint mentioned by this Little Yuan was probably the remnant of the sword intent from Cang Min's Divine King's sword attack!    

    

"In addition, there are some restriction formations left behind in various places. However, most of those formations can see that as long as one does not recklessly break through, there will not be any danger! "    

    

Chen Yu nodded and said, "Alright, let's go down!"    

    

"Wait a moment!" At this moment, a haughty voice sounded.    

    

Chen Yu turned his head and saw that the one who spoke was the man in the lead of the three people.    

    

"Are you the guide? Are you familiar with the Death Soul Cave area? " The man looked at Little Yuan and asked in a deep voice.    

    

Little Yuan was startled, and said: "Sir, the Death Soul Cave is extremely dangerous, this little one has only been to the cave entrance, I have never entered it before!"    

    

"Is that so?" The man frowned and said, "Then bring us to the cave entrance!"    

    

When Little Yuan heard this, he immediately revealed an awkward expression. He glanced at Chen Yu and said, "Sir, I would like to be Young Master's guide!"    

    

"No worries!" The man didn't even look at Chen Yu as he said, "Just follow me. You don't need to care about anything else!"    

    

Little Yuan quickly shook his head and said, "My apologies, Sir. I will only follow Young Master!"    

    

"You don't know what's good for you!" Before the man could say anything, the girl among the three frowned and shouted, "You, a small guide, dare to defy our wishes?"    

    

The leading man waved his hand. His gaze finally landed on Chen Yu's face and said, "Brother, give me your guide!"    

    

Chen Yu smiled and said, "What if I refuse?"    

    

The man scoffed, "I am Cold Moon Sect Zhao Mingyi, I don't know if you have heard of my name, but it doesn't matter if you have heard it before or not. I don't want to bully the weak with my strength, but if you insist on finding discomfort, then I can't help it! "    

    

At the end, the threat could not be any more obvious.    

    

Chen Yu said, "Sorry, it's none of your business. It has nothing to do with me. I don't want to find discomfort either, but if someone wants to make me uncomfortable, I can only make them even more so! "    

    

The man's gaze became gloomy, and his eyes became dense.    

    

"Senior brother Zhao, why are you chatting with him?" Just kill a Spirit Accumulation Stage warrior with a raise of your hand! " The woman said coldly.    

    

"Exactly!" The other man giggled and said, "Then let me do it for you!"    

    

With that, the man's body flashed towards Chen Yu. He put his index and middle fingers together and pointed at Chen Yu.    

    

Soul power gathered in this attack, and the finger was like a bright moon hanging in the sky. It was bright and faint, giving off a dazzling feeling, as if time had gone wrong.    

    

Chen Yu shook his head. He didn't want to cause any trouble, but someone was asking for death.    

    

Chen Yu also raised his hand and pointed at that person's finger.    

    

What Chen Yu used was a normal Iron Sword Finger. There was nothing special about the finger technique.    

    

The man sneered, his eyes flashing with deep disdain. Whether it was the finger intent or the aura, Chen Yu was far inferior to him.    

    

As such, that person had no intention of changing his move.    

    

Peng! The two touched their fingertips together. With the shattering of Chen Yu's finger aura, that person was confident and composed.    

    

Yet the moment their fingers made contact with each other, the sound of bones breaking rang out. The person's expression changed drastically and quickly retreated.    

    

Chen Yu withdrew his finger expressionlessly and said, "I advise you not to do anything!"    

    

"Damn it!" The person who made the move had a cold expression on his face. Killing intent surged in his eyes and his body trembled. He spread out his domain and his Profound Dark Stage surged. Without holding back anymore, he pounced towards Chen Yu.    

    

A crescent moon suddenly appeared on his chest, emitting spirit markings that looked like the moonlight as it extended throughout his entire body, causing his aura to increase even more.    

    

Seeing that person using his full strength, Chen Yu shook his head and threw out a punch.    

    

He concentrated his spirit, Qi and blood, and rushed up with his tyrannical fist intent. He looked disdainful.    

    

The moment this fist intent came out, Zhao Mingyi's expression changed and he shouted: "Be careful, Junior Zhang!"    

    

At the same time, he rushed forward.    

    

However, Zhao Mingyi was too slow. He could only hear the sound of the collision, accompanied by the violent collision between his aura and heaven's will. That person flew out like a kite with its string cut, spitting out blood.    

    

With Chen Yu's strong physique and mental strength that was not inferior to the early stage of Profound Dark Stage, a Tyrant Fist could forcefully contend against a mid to late stage Profound Dark Stage. That Junior Brother Zhang was only at the second level of Profound Dark Stage, and could not withstand the power of Tyrant Fist at all.    

    

Zhao Mingyi leaped out and grabbed Junior Zhang, but was still knocked back seventy to eighty feet by the power of Junior Zhang's body. He landed firmly on the ground.    

    

As for that Junior Zhang, his arm powerlessly hung down, and his face was deathly pale with astonishment.    

    

One punch only severely injured Junior Zhang, but didn't directly kill him. This was unexpected for Chen Yu, and probably had something to do with the new moon on his chest.    

    

The secret arts and abilities of the Cold Moon Sect also had their own unique features.    

    

"Your excellency, your attack is too ruthless!" Zhao Mingyi said angrily as he handed Junior Zhang to the woman.    

    

The woman was extremely shocked.    

    

Chen Yu sneered: "I hope you guys can kill me, but you're blaming me for being too ruthless? Cold Moon Sect were indeed a very reasonable place. I'm also very reasonable, you guys can do it a little harder! "    

    

As he spoke, Chen Yu opened his palm and the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit flew out.    

    

"Let's go!" The moment the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit appeared, Zhao Mingyi's expression changed. With a flash, he spread open his domain, and following that, a bright moon shone from his chest. He actually wrapped Zhang Junior Brother and the woman and flew down the Lonely Spirit Abyss path.    

    

Chen Yu was surprised. He did not let the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit go and chase them, but chose to let them go.    

    

Zhao Mingyi's Profound Dark Stage was at the third level, so he was unable to pose a threat to Chen Yu.    

    

Of course, if that Junior Zhang died just now, Chen Yu wouldn't let them off.    

    

"Young master is mighty!" Little Yuan said with bright eyes and a strong sense of worship.    

    

"Stop flattering me!" Chen Yu picked up Little Yuan and used his movement technique. He then scolded, "Let's go down as well!"    

    

The way down was extremely steep, but it was not difficult for Chen Yu. He carried Little Yuan and quickly flew down like a bird.    

    

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Chen Yu arrived at the bottom of Lonely Spirit Abyss.    

    

This place wasn't actually a deep abyss, but was more like a dried up river valley.    

    

Standing in the valley, which was considered the starting point of Lonely Spirit Abyss, Chen Yu looked around and saw that in the northeast of the valley, there was an extremely long slope that led to the ground.    

    

And to the southwest was the endless abyss.    

    

Even though there was a mist in the abyss, he still couldn't see too far away.    

    

"A single sword strike split apart the abyss, just what kind of grand display is that!" Chen Yu said with a long sigh.    

    

Little Yuan, on the other hand, didn't feel that regretful.    

    

Chen Yu carried Little Yuan and headed into the abyss.    

    

After walking a few miles, ripples began to appear in the valley ahead. The deep water covered the valley, so those who came down could not go deeper into the valley. They had to take the dangerous route on both sides of the cliff.    

    

"Young master, be careful, there might be sword prints ahead!" Little Yuan reminded him.