A blind man cultivates immortality and witnesses the great secret of the holy maiden in her bridal c

The group walked side by side along the forest path of the Monster Beast Mountain Range, slowly making their way towards the Resistance Alliance's headquarters. The mountain path was deep and secluded, a cold wind rustled through the forest, and the faint roars of the remaining monster beasts echoed through the air. As they walked, they discussed their next plan.

During the journey, Chen Yang took the initiative to inquire about the background of the Round Table Conference and the Golden Knights.

Eliza walked slowly, her gaze calm, and patiently explained: "These two major powers are the true foundation of rule that controls the entire European order and holds the highest law enforcement authority."

"The Golden Knights recruit cultivators from all over the world. They search for strong individuals throughout Europe year-round. The entry requirements are lenient, and the turnover of personnel is extremely high. They mainly recruit independent cultivators and emerging combat forces from all sides."

"The roundtable conference is completely different. It is a top-level management force jointly established by major long-established families and clans in Europe. It has deep roots and complex connections and controls most of the country's resources."

"Previously, both of these forces were under my control and command. Now, the imposter empress is suddenly holding this competition, and her intentions are quite obvious."

A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she continued her analysis: "She definitely intends to heavily support the Golden Knights and deliberately suppress the Round Table Council, which is dominated by old aristocratic families. The Sacred Flame Altar is unique and supreme; only the ruler's most trusted confidants are qualified to guard it!"

After listening to this introduction, Chen Yang nodded slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. He then smiled and said, "In that case, this competition is actually an excellent opportunity for us."

"No matter which side we ultimately join, as long as we can secure victory, we will have a legitimate reason to meet the fake queen in person. We won't have to wait long at all."

Zhao Xianghe, who was standing to the side, was unaware of Chen Yang's true strength and terrifying combat power. However, seeing that Empress Eliza was always polite and respectful to him, he knew that this person's identity was definitely not simple. So he did not hide anything and told him directly: "This grand competition will be held openly in the entire city of Saint Deli, attracting the attention of everyone."

"The rules of the competition are extremely simple and straightforward: the Golden Knights and the Round Table will each send twenty top members to compete for the Golden Dragon Pearl set up by the Queen. The side that ultimately wins the Dragon Pearl will be the victor and will be able to officially take charge of the Sacred Flame Altar, becoming the Queen's most trusted right-hand man."

Chen Yang chuckled upon hearing this, having already finalized his plan: "That would be perfect. We just need to make the Round Table Conference see the situation clearly, and let them understand that without our help, they are doomed to defeat."

"At that time, they will naturally rely entirely on us. Once we step onto the stage, strike, and secure victory, we can then rightfully and honorably confront that imposter queen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengde clapped his hands, his eyes shining, and exclaimed in admiration, "Brilliant! Fellow Daoist Chen's plan is brilliant!"

"We don't need to gain merit or win trust beforehand. As long as we win this competition decisively, we can rightfully approach the core of power and confront the fake empress!"

Duan Zhengde became increasingly excited as he thought about it, his mind already outlining the next steps: how to expose the fake empress's true identity in public, how to appease the people and cultivators of the entire city, how to thoroughly eliminate the Holy Fire Cult's influence throughout Europe, and how to overthrow the root of the chaos step by step.

Seeing this, Zhao Xianghe quickly raised his hand to dissuade them, his expression grave and full of concern: "Wait! You're taking this far too lightly!"

"Even if we successfully join the Round Table, victory is by no means guaranteed! Recently, the Golden Knights have recruited many top-tier experts with mysterious backgrounds, each possessing formidable strength and unfathomable depth. They are not to be trifled with, and we have absolutely no confidence in our victory!"

Duan Zhengde laughed heartily and patted Zhao Xianghe on the shoulder with full confidence: "Old Zhao, you're overthinking it!"

"If we can persuade Fellow Daoist Chen to join the Roundtable Conference's lineup, then victory in this competition is assured!"

Zhao Xianghe was astonished and suddenly turned to look at the composed Chen Yang, his heart filled with doubt.

A faint smile played on Chen Yang's lips, his aura calm and composed, radiating confidence. Now that his four elemental abilities were all perfected, and with the foundation of a half-step Golden Core cultivator, he feared no one unless their opponent was a true Golden Core expert! Even those newly entering the Golden Core realm were a match for him, easily crushing them!

Later, Zhao Xianghe secretly inquired about Chen Yang's true combat strength from Duan Zhengde. When he heard that Chen Yang had single-handedly slaughtered most of the thousands of fierce marching ants and driven them into a rout, he was completely stunned and shocked!

He simply couldn't believe that someone so young could possess such incredible combat power! If he could single-handedly withstand a swarm of demonic ants, then crushing this cultivator competition would indeed be a piece of cake and a breeze!

Deep within the Monster Mountain Range lies the headquarters of the Resistance Alliance.

The entire alliance consisted of more than three thousand cultivators. When Zhao Xianghe publicly announced that Eliza was still alive and was the true empress, all the rebelling cultivators instantly erupted in excitement!

The long-suppressed despair and repeated defeats were swept away. Everyone finally saw the dawn of a comeback, and their morale soared and their fighting spirit was high.

Afterwards, everyone gathered in the main hall and began to discuss the follow-up plan for turning the tide in a well-organized and efficient manner, with clear division of labor.

Before long, Chen Yang, Eliza, Zhao Xiang, and a group of core members set off again, piloting their flying boats at full speed towards the European capital—Saint-Deli.

After two days of swift travel, the flying boat broke through layers of clouds and mist, revealing a magnificent and extremely luxurious mega-capital city.

High walls stretch for thousands of miles, buildings stand in rows, carved beams and painted rafters, shimmering with light and color. The entire city is surrounded by a rich spiritual atmosphere, showcasing the grandeur and majesty of the imperial capital.

Standing at the bow of the flying boat, Chen Yang gazed at the magnificent city and couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart, "Your European capital is truly majestic and grand, with an extraordinary air about it."

Eliza gazed at her homeland's capital, a hint of pride mingling with endless melancholy in her eyes. She nodded gently: "The capital of Saint-Deli was founded two hundred years ago. At that time, the European Kingdom was at its peak, brimming with talent. Seventeen Golden Core cultivators from across the country joined forces, devoting all their national resources to building this city."

"It is a pity that the world is unpredictable. In just two hundred years, the city still stands majestically, but the national strength and fortune of my European country have long since declined and withered, leaving behind a scene of devastation."

The airship slowly descended, and the group stepped into the city of Saint-Denis.

Zhao Xianghe's expression was tense, his brows furrowed with barely concealed nervousness. He whispered a warning: "Everyone, be careful."

"In the capital city today, although some cultivators and ordinary people still have doubts about the Omnipotent God Cult and are unwilling to blindly follow it, the majority of the population has already been brainwashed and has joined the cult to kneel and worship the sacred fire altar, believing in the false god."

"After all, it is the capital of a country, and its foundation is still profound. The city is home to most of the high-level cultivators, with a total population of over 60 million. Among them, those cultivators who can take root, buy houses, settle down, and cultivate peacefully in this capital where every inch of land is precious are all top-notch independent cultivators with strong strength and tenacious will."

At this moment, in the study of an elegant private mansion in the central urban area of ​​Saint-Deli.

Hanta, the chairman of the roundtable conference, was a burly man with a full beard. He stood by the window, gazing at the bustling yet eerie street scene outside. His dark face was ashen and solemn.