The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

In the Zhenjun Temple, Yang Jian sat on a high iron chair, his expression stern and his brows full of majesty. Xiaotian Dog lay on the soft carpet, his fur shiny black, and was reporting in a deep human voice.

"Master, this is roughly the situation!" Xiaotian Dog raised his head, loyalty and respect flashing in his eyes.

"Yeah." Yang Jian nodded slightly, his voice low and calm, "You probably met him by chance."

"I think so too!" Roaring Sky Dog grinned, revealing his white teeth, and made a crunching sound, as if he was chewing some invisible food.

"Meng Jing must have been in seclusion for the past three hundred years. He just happened to come out and meet you." Yang Jian's eyes were deep and his tone was calm, "Meng Jing did not approve of the love between humans and gods. You told Chenxiang's life story to him and found out where Chenxiang went. You did a good job. Otherwise, if Chenxiang went to Wanku Mountain, it would take us a long time to find out."

After receiving the praise from its owner, Xiaotian Dog wagged its tail proudly and laughed, with a bit of simplicity and satisfaction in its voice.

"But Master, Chen Xiang was teleported to Wan Ku Mountain by Meng Jing!" Xiao Tian Dog's tone suddenly became hesitant, and his tail drooped slightly, "Should I still chase him?"

"Wanku Mountain..." Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a complicated look. If his guess was correct, that place should be Fox Sister's territory. He pondered for a moment, and finally just waved his hand lightly, "No need for now, wait and see."

Early morning, Wanku Mountain.

A red sun slowly rose from the east, and the golden light sprinkled on the rugged rocks, dyeing the entire mountain with a warm color. Chenxiang sat on a protruding rock, looking into the distance, with a bit of melancholy between his brows. The breeze blew past, blowing his hair and bringing a hint of coolness.

"Chenxiang, yes, this is for you!" Xiaoyu came over lightly, holding a bowl of steaming rice porridge in her hand, with a youthful smile on her face.

Chenxiang came back to his senses, took the rice porridge, and thanked him softly, but his eyes were still fixed in the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

"Chenxiang, what are you thinking about?" Xiaoyu leaned close to him, with a look of concern on her pretty face and curiosity in her eyes.

Chen Xiang felt her approach, his face flushed, his eyes evasive. "Nothing... nothing." He whispered, with a bit of helplessness and confusion in his voice, "I'm just thinking about where I should go."

"Live in our Wanku Mountain!" Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and her tone was full of anticipation. "You've seen my mother too, she doesn't care about your human-god background at all! Besides, our Wanku Mountain is so peaceful, you should like it too!"

Chen Xiang's eyes gleamed when he heard this, but soon dimmed again. "The days I spent in Wanku Mountain were indeed the most relaxing time of my life." He whispered, his eyes fell on Xiaoyu's face, his expression serious and complicated, "If possible, I would stay."

At this moment, a hearty voice came from the side. "Are you worried about the Heavenly Court?" Ao Chun stood a few meters away with his arms folded across his chest.

"You are here too." Chen Xiang smiled bitterly, with a self-deprecating tone, "Yes, after all, I am an evil offspring who violated the heavenly rules in the eyes of the heavenly court. If I stay here for a long time, I am afraid it will bring disaster to Wanku Mountain. I don't want this paradise to be destroyed because of me."

Xiaoyu and Ao Chun looked at each other.

"Chenxiang, you don't have to worry so much!" Xiaoyu said with a smile, with a hint of playfulness in her tone, "First of all, at least someone has to notice that you are here!"

"Yes, Xiaoyu is right." Ao Chun added, with a heroic tone, "Howling Sky Dog's nose was injured, and we were teleported here by a mysterious immortal. It won't be easy for the Heavenly Court to find your location! Instead of worrying about nothing, you might as well practice hard!"

Chen Xiang heard this, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and he nodded heavily, "Yes, I should seize every minute and every second!"

"Haha, come on, Chenxiang, let me have a sparring match with you?" Ao Chun took out a steel gun from somewhere and smiled at Chenxiang.

"Let me do that?" Chenxiang smiled with some anticipation in his eyes.

"Let me help you! Haha, come on!" Ao Chun laughed, then pulled Chenxiang and flew towards the top of Wanku Mountain.

After a hearty fight, Chen Xiang became more and more aware of the inadequacy of his own cultivation. At this moment, he was no match for Ao Chun.

"By the way, Xiaoyu, last time I saw you perform a palm technique, it seemed to carry the power of fluctuating space! What kind of palm technique is that?" Ao Chun asked curiously while waving a steel gun in his hand.

Chenxiang also looked over, his eyes full of curiosity.

Xiaoyu raised her head with a proud smile on her face, "My mother taught me this! It's called the Sky-Splitting Palm!" "What a powerful name!" Chenxiang exclaimed, "It must be very powerful!"

"Of course!" Xiaoyu shook her head proudly. "Let me tell you, this Heaven-Splitting Palm has nine levels in total. If you practice it to the ninth level, you will have the power to split the sky!"

"Is it true? Is it that powerful? How come I've never heard of it!" Ao Chun was shocked, and his tone was a little doubtful, "Xiao Yu, don't brag! Also, where did you get this magical power?"

Chenxiang was already fascinated, with a gleam of desire in his eyes. If he could practice the Heaven-Splitting Palm to perfection and possess the power to open the sky, how could those heavenly soldiers and generals dare to capture his mother and kill his father? He looked at Xiaoyu quietly, his heart full of desire.

"My mother said so!" Xiaoyu puffed her cheeks, with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone, "As for where this magical power came from, I don't know!"

"So what level of cultivation have you reached?" Chenxiang asked.

"I have been practicing for more than a hundred years and now I have reached the fifth level!" Xiaoyu said proudly.

"Would you like to try it? Let us see it for ourselves?" Chenxiang asked excitedly.

"It's difficult to perform. I have too little magic power. If I use the Fifth Level Heaven-Splitting Palm, my magic power will be exhausted in an instant! Then it will be very uncomfortable!" Xiaoyu shook her head, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.

"Okay." A hint of disappointment flashed across Chenxiang's eyes, but he quickly asked, "Xiaoyu, what level has your mother reached in her cultivation?"

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, and said directly without hesitation: "A few decades ago, I heard from my mother that she was not far from great success!"

Chen Xiang was shocked when he heard this, and thought to himself: If the Heaven-Splitting Palm is really as powerful as Xiaoyu said, then doesn't that mean Xiaoyu's mother is also very powerful? Can she defeat those gods in heaven?

One day in heaven equals one year on earth. This is just a general statement. If we must use a metaphor, it is used to describe the difference in time flow above the thirty-three heavens.

However, in the heavenly palace at the ninth level of the sky, there is no such remarkable difference in the flow of time.

Now, two months have passed since Chenxiang arrived at Wangu Mountain, but in the Heaven Palace at the Ninth Heaven, only half a day has passed.

Heavenly Palace, Xuntian Palace.

The sky patrol generals brought the information about the demons they collected from the lower world to the main hall to report to the Wind Ear and the Thousand-Li Eye. The Wind Ear and the Thousand-Li Eye summarized the information and finally delivered it to the army of Nantianmen.

"My Lords!" an immortal general said respectfully, "This is the information about the demon race that I have collected in a short period of time. Please have a look!"

Qianliyan's eyes glowed with golden light, and he raised his hand to hold a piece of gold foil paper that faintly revealed the aura of immortality. He scanned the information of the demon tribes in the four continents recorded on the gold foil, and his eyes finally stopped at a certain place.

"The number of demons in Bibotan…"

"Flame Mountain..."

"North Sea……"

"Southern Continent...Wanku Mountain...Hmm?" Clairvoyant's brows slightly frowned, with a bit of doubt in his tone, "I have never seen monsters appearing in Wanku Mountain before, why are there thousands of monsters gathering now? Is there a big monster there?"

"I heard it from the land god of the mountain." The immortal general explained respectfully, "At first I didn't believe it. After all, I have been in charge of that place for decades and have never heard of monsters appearing in Wanku Mountain. But in order to ensure that the information is correct, I used the earth escape technique to get close to Wanku Mountain, and I found that there is indeed a demonic aura inside the belly of Wanku Mountain. Although the demonic aura is very secretive, you can definitely feel the density of the demonic aura when you get close to it!"

"So you used magic to conceal the evil spirit. Are you afraid of the encirclement and suppression by the Nantianmen army?" Qianliyan smiled indifferently, with a bit of disdain in his tone, "Little Daoer."

"Submit the information of Wanku Mountain to Nantianmen!" He waved his hand, with a hint of majesty in his tone.

"As you command!" the immortal general replied respectfully, then turned and left. (End of this chapter)