One day, two days, three days...
One month, two months...
Day after day, month after month...
Ti rotated, years flew by, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Chen had been in closed-door cultivation for more than two months, yet there was no sign of him erging.
The place of his cultivation remained silent.
By this point, even Xia Miao’er had already awakened.
During this ti, under the guidance of the Peacock King and the inheritance of the Space Dao, especially due to the dual souls, she beca quite aligned with the Peacock King’s Dao and had comprehended to a rather profound level. Coupled with her own cultivation, she was already among the top at the Heroic Lord Level.
However, it was mostly her cold, elder sister-like soul doing the cultivation, while occasionally the adorable version of Xia Miao’er would appear, wandering around the Demon Race’s sacred grounds.
Due to the Peacock King, she beca sowhat of a little princess within the Demon Race, and almost no one dared to offend this disciple of the Peacock King. Additionally, the Azure Dragon Great Saint and other Demon Race Saint Masters successively offered her precious treasures.
Of course, the cute side of Xia Miao’er was a bit worried when she learned Ye Chen hadn’t erged yet, saying, "Peacock Brother, hasn’t Big Brother woken up yet?"
Compared to the cold and dignified soul who respectfully addressed him as teacher, the adorable version called him "Peacock Brother," also to distinguish between the dual souls’ identities.
The Peacock King nodded gravely. Though, for soone as extraordinary as Ye Chen, once in closed-door cultivation, two months were nothing; even dozens or hundreds of years were not unexpected.
In the cultivation realm, there were even Old Immortals in the Saintly Treasure Realm who closed themselves off for hundreds of years at a ti.
But the matchmaking tournant was less than half a month away. If Ye Chen couldn’t co out in this remaining ti, the Peacock King would have to crush the Communication Jade Token to awaken Ye Chen.
"Let’s wait a bit more; there’s half a month left. If he still doesn’t co out, we’ll have to forcibly awaken Qian Yue," the Peacock King sighed.
The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and quickly, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
And now night fell, stars adorned the night sky, and the moon was bright and clear. This day was already the eve of the matchmaking tournant.
However, Ye Chen had not yet erged, still in closed-door cultivation.
The Peacock King felt both anxious and pleased because he sensed a massive oppressive force slowly emanating from the place of cultivation, capable of causing the heavens to sink.
He understood that Ye Chen was about to succeed and would formally erge in two to three days.
This situation was urgent, and any slight disturbance was unacceptable, even the Peacock King didn’t wish to disturb Ye Chen’s final breakthrough opportunity.
He had a feeling that once Ye Chen erged, he would undergo a terrifying transformation.
However, at the sa ti, the Peacock King felt deep anxiety because the matchmaking tournant was about to begin, and it was far away in the Central Territory of the Ancient Emperor Continent, billions of miles away.
Even he couldn’t get there imdiately.
If Ye Chen didn’t awake soon, the Peacock King would have to take forceful asures to awaken him.
"Let’s wait a bit longer,"
The Peacock King thought, not wanting to disrupt Ye Chen’s chance of success because it was extrely rare.
As ti passed, the night faded, and even the darkness before dawn had gone, with rounds of bright suns rising grandly in the east, eventually illuminating the dark Ancient Emperor Continent once again.
And at that mont, it officially marked the beginning of the matchmaking day.
Yet Ye Chen had still not erged from closed-door cultivation, and Xia Miao’er worriedly said, "Peacock Brother..."
The Peacock King sighed softly, "No choice, we have to call him."
Missing the matchmaking tournant would surely drive Ye Chen mad.
With a flip of his palm, a crystal-clear Communication Jade Token appeared in the palm of his hand, left by Ye Chen back then, now having to be used.
"Sorry, Qian Yue—"
Muttering to himself, he was about to crush the jade token when he suddenly raised his gaze sharply towards the place of cultivation.
Boom—
At this mont, from the deepest part of the Demon Race sacred ground, a strong wave transmitted, causing this realm to slightly tremble, attracting the attention of everyone.
"What’s going on? What happened?"
The sudden tremor imdiately caused a commotion because this was a sacred ground of the Demon Race, ho to the Demon God Temple and nurous Super Experts.
For a mont, many people focused on it, especially seeing it was the Peacock King’s place of cultivation, even more shocked because wasn’t the Peacock King on one of the Three Thousand Divine Islands?
Then who was the divine presence cultivating there?
They never connected it to Ye Chen because he’d been gone for too long.
Could it be an intruder?
Instantly, the strong forces in the Demon God Temple beca alert, but the Peacock King stood tall and shouted deeply, "No need to be overly cautious; it’s caused by my friend breaking through, nothing to fear."
Hearing the Peacock King’s voice, the unrest settled greatly, since if it was a friend of Lord Peacock King, there wouldn’t be much of a problem.
Boom—
Another formidable wave ca, vast and mighty, yet this ti not from the place of cultivation, but from the distant sky.
The Peacock King’s expression changed as he abruptly turned to look at that part of the sky, where a purple silhouette ca crossing the void at an alarming speed, scattering the clouds in all directions.
Finally, this purple silhouette descended suddenly upon the airspace of the Demon God Temple, surrounded by a mighty Daoist Aura, causing heaven and earth to crumble, making the Six Harmonies and Eight Desolates sink—unfathomably powerful.
The Supre Powerhouse!
A Demon Race Supre Powerhouse had arrived, and as the purple divine radiance dispersed, it was visibly a heroic and burly middle-aged man, majestic and imposing, with a purple mark on his forehead, long purple hair, wearing a crown entwined with purple vine, clothed in a purple divine robe adorned with a solemn illustration of all demons submitting to a Purple Divine Tree.
The presence of this Purple Crown Supre Powerhouse made nurous strong figures in the Demon God Temple kneel with respect, "Greetings to Purple Sky Venerable."
The visitor was indeed one of the five supre beings of the Demon Race, Purple Sky Venerable.
More importantly, the Peacock King’s expression turned somber because this Venerable and the Peacock King had long-standing grievances.
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