Everyone could only watch this scene with either joy, disbelief, or concern swirling in their hearts.

In that moment, it felt as if many years had passed.

Time seemed to have frozen in place.

But Chen Yuan, amidst the most perilous situation, had no thoughts other than to evade Xiang Qianqiu's attacks, just thinking... of survival, desperately activating his Primordial Spirit at any cost.

Continuously unleashing the Divine Skill that solidifies the Primordial Spirit.

Even at the cost of damaging his own foundation, he did not hesitate.

This was almost the most dangerous situation Chen Yuan had encountered since stepping into the Yang Transformation Realm.

It came so quickly, so... despairingly!

At such a close range, unless someone with even greater power could intervene, no one could possibly save him, and Chen Yuan, after his Primordial Spirit bindings were broken again and again, felt a resolve to go down fighting.

He had many secrets, such as the mysterious Qi Fortune Altar, which annihilated any divine thought daring to attack his Spirit Platform.

But that was passive.

In fact, up until now, Chen Yuan couldn't accurately utilize this exotic treasure of unknown grade, so he didn't place his hope on it.

He thought of abandoning his physical body to preserve his Primordial Spirit.

Perhaps from then on, he would lose the great support of his physical form, but at least, the Primordial Spirit could continue, and as long as he was alive, there was hope.

And just as the spear tip was about to pierce his forehead.

Suddenly,

In the stagnated void, he felt a familiar wind brushing against his cheeks; this wind came strangely, Xiang Qianqiu had also solidified the void.

Turning the surrounding space of several tens of meters into a vacuum zone.

How could any wind blow through?

And this familiar wind rapidly stirred Chen Yuan's memories; this wind... seemed to be what he encountered on Divine Dragon Island when Crossing the Yang God's life-and-death tribulation.

It was the last strike of the Eighth Layer of Thunder Tribulation, where Tribulation Thunder from Above the Nine Heavens turned into a vague silhouette, carrying a black Divine Spear forged from lightning.

Almost killing him, had he not activated the last strength of the Dragon Ball, he wouldn't have survived the Eighth Layer of Thunder Tribulation, only when he successfully crossed the tribulation.

In a daze, he saw that blurry silhouette looking at him, smiling, at that time... transforming into such a breeze.

When the breeze blew, there was no particular change in heaven and earth, but... Xiang Qianqiu's God Slaying Spear halted in place, never piercing into Chen Yuan's forehead.

Deep in the Spirit Platform consciousness, the blood-colored Qi Fortune Altar which originally emitted rays, suddenly halted, descending into silence once again.

Among those present, none were more shocked than Xiang Qianqiu, who wielded the Divine Spear intending to eradicate Chen Yuan, now feeling an invisible barrier ahead.

No matter how he urged the God Slaying Spear, he couldn't break through that barrier, even the spear seemed somewhat resistant at the moment.

He was utterly shocked, not knowing what transpired.

In previous fights, he was aware that Chen Yuan had means to solidify the void and was thoroughly prepared, ensuring Chen Yuan could not escape this time.

But...

What exactly happened now!

His heart was filled with anger and questions, but Chen Yuan didn't give him the chance; in the moment of his bewilderment, he summoned all his power without hesitation, channeling all his Qi and blood into a punch.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound exploded in the void; terrifying Fist Power broke through Xiang Qianqiu's defenses, directly striking him, both of them simultaneously retreating over a thousand meters.

"Damn! Damn!"

Xiang Qianqiu's aura rapidly waned, cursing in his heart, filled with unwillingness; he did not know what had occurred previously, or why the God Slaying Spear reacted strangely.

Clearly, the heavy injury and slaying of Chen Yuan were within a moment's reach, yet such a bizarre change happened.

Chen Yuan exhaled heavily, appearing calm outwardly but was deeply fearful within, just a moment from suffering a heavy injury and being forced to abandon his physical form.

It was truly perilous.

That breeze indeed helped him greatly.

"What... technique is this?"

Xiang Qianqiu stared at Chen Yuan, asking.

"Techniques you can't imagine!"

Chen Yuan replied, his gaze always shifting on the God Slaying Spear, a hint of contemplation in his eyes; just now, he distinctly felt a trace of affectionate emotion emanating from it.

It seemed... the spear was more favoring him rather than Xiang Qianqiu.

Inferring from this, the figure formed in the Eighth Layer of Thunder Tribulation was definitely Chu Grand Ancestor, and he seemed to have left some unknown means on him.

What exactly happened?

His heart was likewise full of questions.

"You...."

Xiang Qianqiu was about to speak, suddenly sensing a rebellious emotion from the God Slaying Spear, wanting to detach from him, causing great alarm in his heart.

Immediately, he sealed it within the Storage Space.

The God Slaying Spear was the Royal Family's treasured inheritance, the strongest Immortal Weapon in the Human World, a significant reliance; with which, he could reverse cut immortals, swiftly defeating Ye Xiangnan, absolutely not to lose.

In the void, the surrounding Yang God True Monarchs also ended their fights with great tacit understanding, vigilantly watching each other, a majestic imposing force sweeping the heavens and earth.