The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3230 - 3225: The Path of Unstoppable Progress_1

Yang Chen sensed the authenticity of it intensely and possessed total certainty.

Probably, no individual understood this sensation better than he did.

While fleeing from the Grand Abyss Palace, he had dashed across the Heavenly Dao of numerous star domain interfaces and grown intimately acquainted with the eerie feeling of scrutiny from the Heavenly Eye. It must be noted that the majority of mighty figures, upon being gazed at by the Heavenly Eye, detected nothing at all.

Yet Yang Chen stood apart.

Through repeated detections by diverse Heavenly Eyes and pursuits from the Grand Abyss Palace's elites, he had sharpened an acute awareness over time.

Yang Chen remained utterly convinced that right upon stepping into the Nine Dragons World, some entity had begun relentlessly monitoring him via the Heavenly Eye.

Initially, however, neither he nor Broken River and the rest had dwelled on this possibility. Thus, they ventured into the interface without a second thought.

After all, the Heavenly Dao governing the Nine Dragons World ought to fall under Heavenly Melody Mountain's dominion.

Furthermore, the method for connecting with the Heavenly Eye represented a closely guarded legacy from Pasara Ancestor of the Grand Abyss Palace, meaning Heavenly Melody Mountain lacked the means to interface with it.

Who could possibly suspect such a thing?

Yet reality proved far removed from their assumptions.

"This Nine Dragons World proves truly captivating..." Yang Chen whispered to himself: "I fear it's far more complex than I imagined."

Under the gaze of this Heavenly Eye, he found it impossible to focus on cultivation any longer, realizing that should the foe persist in observing him through it, every action of his lay exposed to their gaze.

Therefore, he needed to feign ignorance in this moment.

Yang Chen acted oblivious and prepared to resume his forced cultivation, yet suddenly, he extended his divine soul and detected something intriguing.

He swung the door wide, catching the sound from a modest courtyard a few yards away, where a youth gripped a long spear, drilling spear forms with his eyes shut.

As his spear flowed in sweeps and thrusts, a subtle grace seemed to infuse the motions.

In that instant, Yang Chen's curiosity piqued. The youth turned out to be Liu Feng's offspring, Liu Hen, whom they had encountered earlier.

Liu Feng clearly pinned great expectations on his boy, yet regrettably, neither Broken River with his two allies nor Yang Chen held lofty expectations. Hence, when Liu Hen had advanced then, the quartet spared him scant notice.

Though the lad's aptitude shone decently, it fell short of qualifying for the Three Great Factions. He trailed even farther from becoming their follower.

But what drew Yang Chen's attention now lay not in Liu Hen's talent, which failed to impress him, but in the spear form he wielded—the vigor and edge it exuded evoked memories of his own relentless drive in his homeland.

Press on boldly and pursue power fiercely.

Even if the youth had yet to grasp the spear form's core, the direction he pursued aligned perfectly with its true path.

"This kid shows real promise in the spear's Dao," Yang Chen mused inwardly.

Maybe drawn by his own history with spear arts, Yang Chen lingered and observed a bit longer.

Despite his Qi showing no ripples, it wasn't long before he inadvertently drew Liu Hen's notice.

He swiftly stowed his spear form and, spotting Yang Chen, uttered anxiously, "Sen--senior!"

He understood full well that Yang Chen hailed from the Three Great Factions as a formidable expert, whose offhand remark could upend all of Blackstone Ancient Castle, so he refrained from any boldness.

"Lord Yang Chen, I can't imagine what offense my son has given you. I'll discipline him right away," Liu Feng rushed over promptly. Noticing the stir, he assumed his boy had irked Yang Chen and started berating him at once.

Liu Hen felt terrified too, convinced he had somehow slighted Yang Chen.

But Yang Chen lifted his hand: "Daoist friend Liu Feng, no need for alarm. Liu Hen hasn't offended me in the least; I merely got drawn in by his spear technique!"

"Th-this... Lord Yang Chen, you're too kind with your humor. How could my boy's crude spear skills merit your esteemed gaze?" Liu Feng chuckled.

Yang Chen replied calmly, "Liu Hen, what led you to the spear's Dao? Few tread that road!"

"I... The spear's Dao strikes straight and refuses to yield," Liu Hen responded hesitantly, his grasp only partial.

Yang Chen caught this and grinned wider: "So that's the drive behind your choice?"

Liu Hen struggled for a reply.

Just as Liu Feng moved to interject, Yang Chen halted him.

"Give Liu Hen time to ponder; I'm in no rush," Yang Chen stated.

At that point, Liu Feng realized Yang Chen favored his son.

Excitement surged in his chest, yearning for Liu Hen to meet Yang Chen's approval. Though Yang Chen ranked lowest in cultivation among Heavenly Melody Mountain's four and appeared of modest rank, gaining his regard still promised fortune for the youth.

By now, Liu Hen had resolved himself and clenched his jaw: "My Dao mirrors the spear—direct, resilient, and unstoppable."

"Hahaha, splendid—'direct, resilient, and unstoppable.' Few words capture the spear technique's heart, a truth scarce few grasp," Yang Chen praised warmly.

Along his journeys, he had witnessed precious few masters of the spear's Dao, and even rarer those who fathomed its depths.

How many could embody the spear's defiant, unbreaking spirit?

This youth had touched something deep within him.

"Hold fast to that resolve, and in due course, you'll forge real accomplishments along this Dao," Yang Chen declared.

"Senior, do you follow the spear's Dao as well?" Liu Hen inquired, puzzled.

Yang Chen nodded softly.

Liu Feng shot Liu Hen an urgent signal at once.

Liu Hen proved sharp and responsive, dropping to his knees without delay: "Please take me as your disciple and guide me in the spear's Dao."

Witnessing Liu Hen bow as his apprentice, though anticipated, still brought a laugh from Yang Chen.

"Throughout my days, I, Yang Chen, never seriously considered mentoring anyone. Yet our encounter today feels destined. With your plea, I'll offer an opportunity. Hand me your spear," Yang Chen instructed.

Hearing Yang Chen's willingness to grant a trial, Liu Hen joyfully passed the spear over in an instant.

Yang Chen seized the long spear, his grip quivering faintly.

Next, he pointed it forward and thrust with full force.

This strike gathered the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi into a single, explosive thrust!

As the spear shot forth, its might stunned, unleashing a raging gale.

"This move bears the name Innate Unity, a spear technique I devised in my youth," Yang Chen explained leisurely. "I won't set the bar too high. Grasp even a fragment of it before I resolve the Ancient Dragon Pattern Flag issue, and I'll take you on as disciple!"

Innate Unity, for all that it stemmed from his early creations, loomed as a steep challenge for Liu Hen, mired in the Earth Martial Realm.

Still, with Liu Hen's advantages far surpassing his own origins, demanding more proved no issue.

Taking a disciple, after all, wasn't something Yang Chen undertook lightly.

As for Liu Hen, he plunged wholly into Yang Chen's display of the spear technique.

Never before had he beheld such a spear art.