Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"The Holy Emperor must still be alive."

Great Saint Mountain, core area.

A mountain top shrouded in mist on the Holy Mountain.

The Saint Prince sat on a large stone, silently facing the sea of clouds below, holding a half-eaten peach in his hand.

Venerable Zhu Yan stood behind the Saint Prince, sincerely speaking: "Although the Fighting Holy Peak hasn’t shown any activity... it doesn’t necessarily mean that the Holy Emperor encountered an accident. I’ve heard that those who reach the peak of Yang God with Great Divine Power, their Divine Soul will travel to the River of Destiny..."

"You mean, Divine Travel?"

The Saint Prince faced away from Venerable Zhu Yan.

He looked at the sea of clouds and the bustling entrance of the Great Saint Mountain nearby.

"Correct."

Venerable Zhu Yan said in a deep voice: "Given the realm of the Holy Emperor, it’s highly likely that he has entered a ’Divine Travel’ state."

"Divine Traveler only leaves their flesh body stationed in the mortal world."

The Saint Prince lowered his eyelids slightly, saying self-mockingly: "Though the Divine Soul may travel to the River of Destiny, it returns upon hearing the call... If Father is still alive, why has he not appeared?"

He could not understand.

Why did Nether Sea Venerable make such a big move?

And the Fighting Holy Peak still shows no response.

The only explanation...

Is that Father has already ’ascended’."

"This..."

Venerable Zhu Yan was momentarily at a loss for words.

Though he had lived for ages, he knew very little about the matter of Divine Travel.

Over in Great Chu, Xiao Yaozi, Zhao Chunyang, and the Zen Master... they should have all touched this realm.

But the Saint Prince is right.

If the Holy Emperor is still alive and conscious, he should have calmed the chaos.

"Your Highness."

Venerable Zhu Yan was silent for a moment before speaking earnestly: "Perhaps this is the test the Holy Emperor left for you."

"Test?"

The Saint Prince raised an eyebrow, tilting his face slightly, finding it somewhat amusing.

"When the new king ascends, the throne must be built with the enemy’s blood."

Venerable Zhu Yan stated: "Nether Sea Venerable intends to seize power, which is unrighteous, ignoring the Emperor’s will, is disloyal. If Your Highness can slay Nether Sea and ascend the throne, then this Holy Emperor position will make the four seas submit."

"I know you’re trying to comfort me, to encourage me."

The Saint Prince shook his head lightly, smiling: "But these words are really spoken too lightly..."

Slay Nether Sea? How easy is that!

Though the Saint Prince had previously been filled with killing intent, he was clear in his heart. His uncle had practiced for over a hundred years and was already at the pinnacle of the Demon Country.

Nether Sea followed Father in battles everywhere, achieving countless war merits.

Moreover, he was a renowned figure among the former Nine Venerable and was a close friend of Mo Zhen.

He is a genius.

Nether Sea is equally so!

His cultivation is nearly a hundred years short of Nether Sea’s, by what means can he slay him?

"Are you... prepared to give up?"

Venerable Zhu Yan asked worriedly.

After leaving the talisman formation at Nether Sea Venerable’s mansion.

The Saint Prince returned to his territory.

He spent several days drinking alone.

These days, Venerable Zhu Yan visited daily, but this was the first time he saw the Saint Prince so "desolate" and "lonely."

This Yunxiao Mountain was left by the Holy Emperor, and though the Third Realm is vast, sitting at the top of Yunxiao Mountain allows the entire landscape of the Third Realm to be taken in.

The Saint Prince sat here for several days.

Regarding the birthday banquet, he resisted little and voiced little opposition.

"Give up?"

The Saint Prince shook his head, his eyes almost sober, gained a gleam.

He spoke irritably: "Mr. Zhu Yan worries too much... I’ve never thought about giving up..."

"In a few days, it’s the birthday celebration."

Venerable Zhu Yan spoke solemnly: "You shouldn’t continue like this..."

"What does Mr. mean?"

The Saint Prince chuckled.

"Actually, there are many elders in the Great Saint Mountain who stand on your side."

Venerable Zhu Yan spoke earnestly: "Nether Sea Venerable, under the guise of a birthday celebration, is crazily winning over support... You should visit some important figures."

"Does Mr. think such actions truly have meaning?"

The Saint Prince sat alone on the large stone atop Yunxiao Mountain, his clothes fluttered by the fierce wind.

He heard Zhu Yan’s words.

A shadow of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"This..."

Zhu Yan frowned, somewhat confused.

To him, such actions naturally have meaning.

Essentially, the grand position is still a contest; whoever wins the popular support wins the grand position.

Nether Sea Venerable is currently winning over the elders of the Great Saint Mountain, laying the groundwork and building momentum for the upcoming "power grab."

Even if the Saint Prince is the Emperor’s appointed successor, right now he shouldn’t sit idly and wait.

"If my father were alive."

The Saint Prince spoke calmly: "Then, no matter how many people Nether Sea recruits, it is useless... because all who choose sides know that supporting Nether Sea is equivalent to ’treason.’ In this struggle, betrayal means death."

"If my father is dead..."

"Then what meaning is there in me recruiting these people?"

These words made Zhu Yan shudder inside.

"What do you mean?"

Venerable Zhu Yan looked at the young great demon before him, bewildered.

"I’m drinking here because I feel troubled."

The Saint Prince smiled broadly, saying: "But the source of my distress... is not my uncle trying to seize the throne, the throne of Great Ape Mountain is not his, he cannot take it. The cause of my distress is thinking about that recent fight."

"A... fight?"

Venerable Zhu Yan was caught off guard again.

"I haven’t had such a vigorous fight in a long time."

The Saint Prince spoke earnestly: "I want to fight that guy again... unfortunately, this birthday celebration, Nether Sea will send invitations to all heroes of the realm, except him."

"Xie Xuanyi?"

Venerable Zhu Yan immediately realized, looking helpless.

"Your Highness... it’s because of Xie Xuanyi that the hearts of the Great Saint Mountain have been shaken."

"Nether Sea seized upon this point to pry away your throne."

He didn’t know what more to say.

In his view, things had already reached a critical stage, yet the Prince is still thinking about fighting Xie Xuanyi?

"So..."

The Saint Prince stared at Venerable Zhu Yan.

"...You fear I might lose the throne."

There was a slight pause.

The Saint Prince spoke word by word: "Is it because you also believe that Father is dead?"

He spoke these words.

His eyes flickered, as if a boundless golden glow reflected within, rendering one awestruck.

Venerable Zhu Yan’s expression was complex; he looked toward the nearby Fighting Holy Peak.

In silence.

Yunxiao Mountain fell into prolonged silence.

The answer to this question, the Saint Prince knew, and so did Venerable Zhu Yan.

If the Holy Emperor were alive.

How could he worry, how could he have concerns, how could he want the Saint Prince to act quickly...

"Indeed."

Venerable Zhu Yan said this, as though using all his strength.

He said hoarsely: "Though unwilling to believe, it seems the Emperor has truly met with misfortune..."

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(PS: There’s another update tomorrow at noon.)