The sect masters from the Myriad Image Region continued transmitting their insights via voice and consciousness to the geniuses under their command, explaining the highlights of this battle.
The geniuses brought by the first-tier sects this time were all top-tier talents of their respective sects. Though none of them were close to the Saint Dao, their backgrounds in great sects had exposed them to much. They had witnessed battles between Saint Dao powerhouses before.
Thus, under the guidance of their sect masters, they were able to glean even more from what they saw.
As for the young geniuses from second-tier and third-tier forces, their innate talent was lower to begin with, their comprehension weaker, and their sect masters' strength paled in comparison to those of the first-tier sects. Though explanations were given, they were far more superficial.
Jiang Chen alone watched the battle entirely on his own, requiring no explanation whatsoever.
And Danchi, it seemed, had no intention of offering Jiang Chen any commentary either. He watched with a faint smile, completely at ease.
At this moment, Danchi was brimming with confidence.
Whether the Xuanzhen Master won or lost would not affect his Dao heart in the slightest.
He actually hoped that Xuanzhen would lose this round, so that he himself would get the chance to fight Feng Beidou.
Danchi craved this battle. He longed for this kind of challenge — a fight against a Ten-Star Inspector of the Heavenly Sect. This battle was destined to be the one that would make Danchi's name ring throughout the Myriad Image Region.
Suddenly, Danchi's gaze shifted slightly, drifting toward Jiang Chen.
He saw that Jiang Chen's eyes burned with intensity, fixed unwaveringly on the battlefield. Following the rhythm of the combat, a look of contemplation and deduction actually surfaced in his gaze.
"Hm?" Danchi found this rather interesting. "This is a battle at the Saint Dao level, and yet this Jiang Chen boy appears to be deep in thought. Could he actually understand what's going on?"
Danchi found it utterly incredible.
He glanced around at the other Spirit Realm martial artists nearby. Each of them watched with focused attention, but the fleeting expressions in their eyes betrayed a half-understanding of the battle at best.
Yet in Jiang Chen, Danchi could genuinely see something.
"Incredible, truly incredible. If I didn't have hard evidence, I'd never believe this young genius is only twenty years old. What kind of land is that Eastern Kingdom, that it could produce such a talent?"
In this moment, Danchi was filled with curiosity about Jiang Chen.
"That mysterious senior repeatedly instructed me to keep an eye on Jiang Chen. It seems this Jiang Chen must be a genius personally cultivated by that senior. He is destined to rise to prominence in the Myriad Image Region."
Danchi thought of Elder Shun. Though Elder Shun had never revealed his name, Danchi had long since placed him on a pedestal in his heart.
Those seven days of guidance from Elder Shun were worth decades of Danchi's own effort — they even surpassed decades of accumulated experience. That kind of insight into realms of cultivation was something no sect inheritance or pill could ever provide.
It was like viewing the world from a height of one thousand meters versus ten thousand meters — the vistas and understanding were entirely different.
What Elder Shun had imparted to him was secondary in terms of cultivation advancement; the key was the elevation of his martial Dao comprehension.
Looking at Jiang Chen before him, Danchi's mind wandered. "Jiang Chen and that mysterious senior must share countless threads of connection. That mysterious senior is surely a hidden powerhouse from the Upper Eight Regions. Perhaps even one of those who have been crowned Emperor."
Above the Saint Dao lay the Emperor Dao.
At the pinnacle of the Emperor Dao, one could be crowned as a Great Emperor.
A figure who had earned the title of Great Emperor was rarer than phoenix feathers and dragon horns across the entire Divine Abyss Continent.
Such figures were virtually invisible to the world. Once they appeared, a mere stamp of their foot could send tremors through every region of the Divine Abyss Continent.
In Danchi's understanding of the Divine Abyss Continent, the Upper Eight Regions already represented the pinnacle of existence.
As for places even more mysterious, even Danchi's knowledge was spotty at best. He occasionally heard rumors but had no way to separate truth from fiction.
"That mysterious senior, even if not a crowned Great Emperor, is at least a top-tier Emperor. For me, Danchi, to have received seven days of his guidance — it is truly the fortune of three lifetimes. And if this Jiang Chen is that senior's inherited disciple, his potential is truly beyond measure. I only wonder why that senior has left him languishing in the Myriad Image Region. There must be some unspeakable reason. Since that senior wishes to act through the Qianlan Southern Palace, I, Danchi, will not shirk my duty. This is not merely my opportunity — it is the opportunity of the entire Qianlan Southern Palace!"
Deep in his heart, Danchi had already venerated Elder Shun as a divine being.
The tasks that Elder Shun had entrusted to him were treated as sacred law.
Suddenly, a thought crossed Danchi's mind. His figure flickered, and he drifted to Jiang Chen's side, smiling gently. "Young friend Jiang Chen, I am Danchi, Palace Master of the Qianlan Southern Palace."
When Jiang Chen saw Danchi, the faintest glimmer flickered through his Heavenly Eye Divine Pupil — there and gone in an instant.
"Jiang Chen greets Sacred Lord Danchi."
"Haha, no need for formalities. All these days, the world has mocked me, slandered me, doubted me — they all think I, Danchi, have gone mad, allying myself with the Treasure Tree Sect. But after today, they will envy me, resent me, even hate me for having struck gold."
Jiang Chen offered a slight smile. "Sacred Lord Danchi is no ordinary man, and thus does extraordinary things."
No ordinary man, and thus does extraordinary things.
These seven words of evaluation delighted Danchi to his core, his face breaking into a broad smile. From those seven words alone, Danchi's fondness for Jiang Chen surged, and he felt an inexplicable sense of kinship — as if a kindred spirit stood before him.
He, Danchi, had always conducted himself in his own way — never following established routines, never playing by the rules.
Everything he did could be summed up by those very words.
Indeed, he, Danchi, was not an ordinary man, not a common person. And so his style of action was naturally unexpected to others, appearing extraordinary in their eyes.