As a result, everyone present was utterly astonished. It was clear that all of them found Jiang Chen's performance inconceivable.
How old could a young genius possibly be, at most? And yet he had managed to think through so many intricate details. This left Lu Mingye, who had been mentally rehearsing a full speech, completely blank. The arguments he had prepared seemed feeble and hollow by comparison.
However, someone immediately stood up to challenge Jiang Chen.
As expected, it was an ally of the Hundred Sacred Ground.
"Young friend Jiang Chen, what you've described does indeed sound very tempting. But the problems you've raised — even the Divine Dao ancestors of the Ten Great Sacred Grounds are powerless to solve them. What qualifications do you, a young genius, possess to dare make such extravagant claims?"
The man spoke aggressively, his tone practically an interrogation. With an ordinary young person, such pressure might well have been intimidating.
But Jiang Chen was perfectly composed. He asked with a light, indifferent air, "I wonder which particular statement you consider an extravagant claim?"
"Which one isn't?" the man snorted coldly. "You talk about altering the orbital trajectory of the Heavenly Track and concealing plane coordinates — do you honestly think that's something we can accomplish? Empty grandstanding with no substance, what good does it do for the bigger picture? We were hoping to hear something practical, something real, but your entire speech is nothing but grandiose rhetoric. Do you think everyone here is a fool?"
This was essentially a declaration of open hostility — the gloves were completely off.
Jiang Chen remained as serene as a cloud drifting through a clear sky, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. Yet his words carried no less weight: "There is a saying: a summer insect cannot speak of ice. You yourself are a frog at the bottom of a well, seeing only the patch of sky above the opening, yet you presume that everyone under heaven is as ignorant as you?"
Someone immediately rallied to Jiang Chen's support: "Indeed! In Young Friend Jiang Chen's world, it has always been about turning the impossible into the possible. Before Jiang Chen, had anyone ever created the Supreme Mending Heaven Pill or the Heaven Pillar Pill — those top-tier elixirs? It seems not, right?"
"When Young Master Jiang Chen went to reinforce the True Martial Sacred Ground, did anyone think he would succeed? I doubt anyone thought so either!"
"A true genius — what he thinks and what he does will inevitably be beyond ordinary people's comprehension beforehand. But afterward, it always proves that a genius is a genius."
The one who had challenged Jiang Chen was still unconvinced, sneering repeatedly: "Fine. Since he claims there's a way to alter the orbital trajectory of the Heavenly Track and to conceal plane coordinates, then let him tell us — how exactly are these plane coordinates to be concealed?"
Everyone was genuinely curious about the question.
Concealing plane coordinates — though people had fantasized about such a thing, even the Divine Dao ancestors were incapable of pulling it off.
At most, it was something one could only dream about.
All eyes converged on Jiang Chen's face.
Even the Eternal Sacred Ancestor was watching Jiang Chen with an encouraging, expectant gaze. Based on his understanding of the young man, Jiang Chen was not the type to spout idle nonsense.
If he dared say such things, he must have some basis for it.
Facing the weight of every gaze, Jiang Chen felt perfectly at ease in his heart. He understood that this was both a challenge and an opportunity. If he could convince these people and cause the scales in their hearts to tilt involuntarily toward the Eternal Sacred Ground, then the position of alliance leader would naturally follow.
"As I understand it, there are many methods for altering the orbital trajectory of the Heavenly Track. The first is propulsion through internal force; the second is through external influence. These approaches are considerably more difficult and require someone of great divine ability to execute through secret arts — unless our Divine Abyss Continent produces a cultivator at the high ranks of the Divine Dao, perhaps then it could be accomplished."