Remould the Glory of Sword Art

For example, attacking Shifang City, or the recent journey to the Desolate Ruins.

"I..."

The Primordial Saint was taken aback.

Under the influence of the Life Oath, he was bound to serve the Holy Emperor for life.

Serving the Holy Emperor essentially meant serving the Holy Prince. The Primordial Saint was very clear that if the Holy Emperor ever neared the end of his life, this Life Oath would transfer... ultimately, he would have a new master.

He had watched the Holy Prince grow up since childhood.

Although the Holy Prince was brave and warlike, he inherently exuded a kingly determination and righteousness, acting with integrity and forthrightness.

It was rare for the Primordial Saint to see the Holy Prince angry.

"Your Highness, what happened?"

The White Ape asked in confusion.

"There was an internal discussion at Great Saint Mountain recently, you weren’t there."

The Holy Prince said expressionlessly: "Mountain Shifting and Sea Overturning are preparing to hold a Longevity Banquet at Great Ape Mountain to celebrate the 300th birthday of the Holy Emperor."

"This..."

The Primordial Saint was once again taken aback.

"Your Highness, I went to the Desolate Ruins."

The Primordial Saint lowered his voice, quickly recounting the events at the Desolate Ruins.

The Holy Prince listened with a sullen face.

Clearly.

The Primordial Saint had been intentionally sent away.

According to the rules, an internal meeting at Great Saint Mountain required the participation of the Great Venerables, and his opinions were very important.

If the Primordial Saint had been there.

Even if things were uncertain, a message would have been sent immediately; this situation would not have occurred.

The invitations had already been sent out.

He was the last to know!

"Nether Sea..."

The Holy Prince gritted his teeth and uttered the words.

At this point, how could he not understand that the true proponent of the banquet wasn’t Mountain Shifting or Sea Overturning.

It was his uncle.

Nether Sea Venerable!

"Are you injured?"

The Holy Prince gazed at the Primordial Saint, noticing the injuries on the snow-white Great Ape.

"Superficial wounds, nothing serious."

The Primordial Saint grinned slightly, his eyes flickering.

The things that happened during the journey to the Desolate Ruins, he shouldn’t have hidden from the Holy Prince...

But.

Encountering Xie Xuanyi was not a good thing.

In the eyes of the Primordial Saint, His Highness the Holy Prince was the future hope of Great Ape Mountain.

This was a new king absolutely capable of succeeding the Holy Emperor!

He had the capability, courage, and talent.

But the one fatal flaw...

Was the presence of a Heart Demon.

Ever since the battle at the Sea Suppression Platform, the prestige of His Highness the Holy Prince hadn’t risen but instead declined; his decision to spare Xie Xuanyi in battle caused dissatisfaction across Great Ape Mountain and even the entire Demon Country. Many Great Demons wanted to see the Holy Prince and Xie Xuanyi fight, accurately speaking, for the Holy Prince to suppress Xie Xuanyi.

This scene had yet to happen.

Moving forward.

Xie Xuanyi successfully achieved Harmonization.

The Holy Prince’s prestige greatly diminished, and many said that the Holy Prince’s benevolence at the Sea Suppression Platform allowed Xie Xuanyi to rise again.

Later, in the battle at Falcon Wind Gorge.

The Holy Prince was suppressed by Xie Xuanyi’s Sword Qi.

This was an outright "defeat," a Heavenly Pride invincible across the Demon Country defeated by a Human Race Sword Cultivator.

After this battle.

External dissatisfaction against the Holy Prince reached its peak—

In truth, outside opinions didn’t matter.

The Primordial Saint truly understood the Holy Prince.

The terrifying part was that even he felt... Xie Xuanyi had become the Holy Prince’s Heart Demon, and if he laid out everything about the Desolate Ruins, the Holy Prince might be possessed and go seeking Xie Xuanyi’s presence.

"Are you hiding something from me..."

The Holy Prince furrowed his brow and said, "How could a place like the Desolate Ruins, a deserted place, have a Great Divine Ability User capable of injuring you? Could it be that Nether Sea set a trap to kill you..."

"Just a coincidence."

The Primordial Saint said helplessly, "Nether Sea should merely be using this opportunity to hold the Longevity Banquet... it’s not like he wants to cut me down, there just happened to be a Great Divine Ability User nearby. Am I not still alive and well?"

"..."

The Holy Prince fell silent.

He felt that something wasn’t right.

"Your Highness."

The Primordial Saint lowered his voice and said, "Holding the birthday banquet is indeed not quite proper. However, Great Ape Mountain has hundreds of thousands of Demon Cultivators, and all Demon Cultivators long to see His Majesty... Since the end of the Battle of Poison, His Majesty has not appeared for sixty years. The birthday invitations have been sent out, and the grand banquet is what the people desire. Now that you wish to halt or pause it, it is impossible."

The birthday invitations sent cannot be withdrawn.

More importantly.

The entire Demon Country, all Great Demons, will come to pay homage.

"Now... within Great Ape Mountain, there are many who are dissatisfied with you."

The Primordial Saint carefully said, "If you had been able to kill Xie Xuanyi back then, perhaps things would be different."

"What do you mean?"

The Saint Prince raised his head.

"Since the birthday banquet cannot be stopped, it might as well be grand and lively... If you step up now, I’m afraid it won’t stop anything but will only attract trouble to yourself."

The Primordial Saint honestly said, "Even if it causes a great disturbance, this matter is merely the Nether Sea Venerable wanting the world to kneel before the Holy Emperor."

What’s wrong with that?

The Saint Prince stood silently for a long time.

In the end, he said nothing more and just left.

...

...

Tens of thousands of Deep Blue talismans swayed with the wind, casting rippling waves.

The Saint Prince arrived before the territory of the Nether Sea Venerable.

He dragged the golden rod, expressionless.

The Spirit Sun Rod emitted a faint golden glow...

After leaving the Primordial Saint, he headed into the interior of Great Saint Mountain, suppressing his aura, no longer displaying the previous overwhelming momentum when confronting the Sea Overturning Venerable, but like a silent pebble thrown into the tides.

Going further.

Was the residence of the Nether Sea Venerable.

Normally.

The Nether Sea Venerable practiced meditation within the Deep Blue Talisman Array, which spanned thirty miles.

However, the Saint Prince knew...

With the Nether Sea Venerable’s realm, likely the entire "Great Saint Mountain" was within his Divine Thought perception range. The news of his return to Great Ape Mountain was probably reported immediately.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

The Saint Prince raised the Spirit Sun Rod, slowly lifting it, aiming it at the talisman array.

His thoughts were simple.

How people view him outside doesn’t matter.

Today’s situation was clearly orchestrated by the Nether Sea Venerable against him; he didn’t care about the other’s identity, whether uncle or uncle-figure... they can all go to hell. Today, he was determined to overturn the Nether Sea Array, to smash this Silent Cultivation Holy Land to pieces!

The Nether Sea didn’t want him to have a good time?

Then he wouldn’t have a good time either!

Just as this thought settled, and the Spirit Sun Rod was prepared to fall, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Your Highness, you mustn’t."

The Saint Prince frowned slightly.

He turned his head, only to see a figure in a blue robe slowly appearing at the edge of the void.

An elder, holding his sleeves respectfully, appeared outside the talisman array. It was "Venerable Zhu Yan," who held great influence within Great Ape Mountain, and had watched the Saint Prince grow since childhood. Although he had not ascended to the position of Great Venerable, he was a high-ranking and powerful figure.

"Zhu Yan."

The Saint Prince said softly, "You were waiting for me here?"

He had journeyed alone, suppressing his aura, with no one else following.

Clearly.

Venerable Zhu Yan had received news of his return to Great Ape Mountain and had been waiting here.

"Yes..."

Venerable Zhu Yan sighed softly and said gently, "I guessed early on that Your Highness would be angry because of the birthday invitations and come to create havoc before the Nether Sea Venerable’s residence."

The Great Saint Mountain’s meeting.

Those Great Venerables are certainly important.

But Venerable Zhu Yan’s opinion is also quite significant, one might say, this Venerable’s influence is second only to the Great Divine Ability User of the Yang God Realm.

Therefore...

Zhu Yan was also sent away by the Nether Sea.

The journey to the Ruins, the Nether Sea Venerable relocated the two most restless and unstable pieces from Great Ape Mountain.

"What, do you want to advise me to take a step back for peace?"

The Saint Prince sneered, "Swallow my anger, prioritize harmony, focus on the bigger picture?"

The current internal situation of the Demon Country is turbulent.

Internal strife within Great Ape Mountain would be no good.

However.

The one who stirred up the war was not him; the Saint Prince didn’t mind having a few moves with this uncle.

"I’m not here to mediate."

Venerable Zhu Yan shook his head and calmly said, "I’m here to advise His Highness to think twice. Your Highness, are you seeking momentary satisfaction, or are you aiming for ultimate victory?"