"The Holy Emperor must still be alive."
Great Saint Mountain, core area.
A mountain top shrouded in mist on the Holy Mountain.
The Saint Prince sat on a large stone, silently facing the sea of clouds below, holding a half-eaten peach in his hand.
Venerable Zhu Yan stood behind the Saint Prince, sincerely speaking: "Although the Fighting Holy Peak hasn't shown any activity... it doesn't necessarily mean that the Holy Emperor encountered an accident. I've heard that those who reach the peak of Yang God with Great Divine Power, their Divine Soul will travel to the River of Destiny..."
"You mean, Divine Travel?"
The Saint Prince faced away from Venerable Zhu Yan.
He looked at the sea of clouds and the bustling entrance of the Great Saint Mountain nearby.
"Correct."
Venerable Zhu Yan said in a deep voice: "Given the realm of the Holy Emperor, it's highly likely that he has entered a 'Divine Travel' state."
