"At that time, my Overwave City will naturally accompany you," Yang Jian said expressionlessly when faced with Goku's question.
"You haven't finished setting up the talisman array?" Hua Shiniang looked at Jue An and asked with a frown.
"I only need one last Chaos Talisman to connect them. Hehe … Chimeric, you won't be happy for long," Jue An said with sweat all over his forehead.
As he spoke, he made a complicated gesture with both hands. A huge talisman half the height of a man slowly rose from the void in front of him. The runes on the talisman lit up with golden light as it was completely ignited.
As Jue An waved his hands in front of him, the huge talisman began to float forward and flew toward the cage.
Just as the talisman was about to envelop the golden cage with its golden light, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky.
"Boom!"
A deafening clap of thunder rang out, and the purple lightning exploded.
The golden talisman was directly torn apart from the middle by the purple lightning, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating.
"Who is it …"
Jue An was furious when he saw the Chaos Talisman being destroyed.
Yang Jian frowned and looked up. He saw a figure appear out of thin air above the golden cage. The figure was descending toward the cage with a long golden stick in his hand.
"Sun Wukong's … doppelganger?" He could not see the figure's face clearly because of the light.
With a wave of his hand, the towering wave that shrouded the golden water prison immediately surged again, strangling the figure above.
However, the moment the monstrous waves came into contact with that person, the blue light of the waves floated and actually dispersed like lotus petals, creating a passage in the waves, allowing the person to pass through.
"Water Splitting Spell …" Yang Jian could not help but frown.
He knew that it was not difficult to master the Water Splitting Spell. However, to be able to separate the water flow that he controlled, the water spell that this person cultivated must be of a high rank. He wondered which sect he was from.
As he was thinking, he saw a tall young man standing on the wave. It was Shen Luo.
Holding the Mysterious Yellow Unifying Rod in his hand, he stared straight at Yang Jian below, his eyes seemingly full of doubt.
"Who are you?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.
"He's just a nobody. Erlang Zhenjun, you don't have to worry about him. It's just that I don't understand why you would collude with these evil cultivators and come to Mount Fangcun?" Shen Luo asked with a frown.
Yang Jian didn't want to explain anything, but when he met Shen Luo's gaze, for some reason, he patiently explained.
"I just want Mount Fangcun to hand over the Stately Painting and guarantee that we won't take in any disciples from other clans in the future. As long as Patriarch Subhuti agrees to these two things, not only can I stop the siege on Mount Fangcun, but I can also help Mount Fangcun resolve other troubles."
As soon as he said this, Hua Shi Niang was immediately displeased.
"True Immortal, aren't you being too heartless with your words? In your eyes, the other sects are just tools that you can use. Do you think you can turn on us and kill us at any time?" Hua Shiniang asked.
Yang Jian looked at her indifferently and asked, "Isn't that the case?"
Hua Shi Niang froze and couldn't help but feel a little depressed. She felt that Yang Jian was a rare person among the immortals who wasn't so hypocritical.
Shen Luo looked at Yang Jian with mixed feelings.
In the future in the dream, they were comrades who fought side by side. But now, they were enemies who clashed with weapons.
"True Immortal, the Demons are now lying dormant in front of the world, but their evil intentions have never died. They want to deal with Mount Fangcun. Are you really going to help them?" Shen Luo asked.
"How can the chaos of the Three Realms be caused by the Demons alone? Without the threat of the Demon Race, would the Human Race not kill each other? Will the immortals suppress the other races? "Yang Jian didn't answer directly but asked a question instead.
Shen Luo was speechless. He didn't know how to answer for a moment.
The Demons were only lying dormant for a while now, but the original alliance between the human race and the immortals was on the verge of collapse. There were many conflicts between each of them. So what Yang Jian said was not without reason.
"The chaos of the Three Realms is not caused by one race, but by the inability to maintain the balance. The human race, the Demons, the immortals, and even the demon race are all independent and keep each other in check. This is the ultimate balance that the Three Realms can achieve, "Yang Jian continued.
"If that's the case, shouldn't you protect Mount Fangcun?" Shen Luo frowned and asked.
Yang Jian understood what he meant and said, "Mount Fangcun teaches without discrimination and accepts all races. Once it forms a huge force that gathers humans, demons, and immortals, and has the Mountain River Map that affects the stability of the Three Realms, do you really think it's a good thing?"
"I believe in Patriarch Subhuti," Shen Luo said resolutely.
Hearing this, Yang Jian laughed and said, "You believe in the Patriarch Subhuti. But if things were to develop to the current situation where the Patriarch Subhuti was assassinated by his own personal disciple and the Fangcun Mountain fell into his hands, what would happen?"
Shen Luo looked at Juean, whom Yang Jian was pointing at, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
If Mount Fangcun really fell into the hands of someone like Juean, it wouldn't be a good thing for the Three Realms.
But on second thought, Shen Luo felt that something was a little strange. Wasn't it Yang Jian who'd coordinated the ambush on Patriarch Subhuti and the attack on Mount Fangcun?
Why are you using this against me?
For a moment, neither Shen Luo nor Yang Jian could convince the other.
"No matter what you think, everything will become clear when the Bodhi Mystic Realm is breached," Yang Jian said coolly.
Shen Luo couldn't help but frown. They didn't have time to waste here.
"Great Sage, how is it? Are you ready?" Shen Luo asked after transmitting his voice to Sun Wukong.
"I've been ready for a long time. Come on." Sun Wukong chuckled.
As soon as he finished speaking, he and Shen Luo moved at the same time. The two of them were like reflections in a mirror as they each held a long rod in their hands. Their bodies spun and danced as they performed the Sky Splashing Chaotic Rod.
In a split second, the wind howled loudly, and the sky was filled with layers of staff shadows that appeared in all directions.
Hua Shiniang was shocked when she saw this.
"Is this kid a descendant of Mount Fangcun or a descendant of Mount Huaguo?" She couldn't figure it out, but she didn't dare to be as relaxed as before. She hurriedly activated her Divine Ability again to strengthen her golden cage.
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment and suddenly closed his five fingers. The waves that were broken by Shen Luo's Water Splitting Spell closed again. This time, Shen Luo was imprisoned in it.
Shen Luo suddenly felt the pressure around him increase sharply. He was only in this wave, but he suddenly felt like he was trapped in a vast ocean and was being squeezed by the power of the entire ocean.
Just as he felt his chest was heavy and his breathing was a little difficult, a majestic aura suddenly surged from below and dispersed more of the pressure. Only then did he feel relieved and his sluggish movements became smooth again.
Shen Luo knew that Sun Wukong had released more power from below to help him share more of the pressure. He immediately focused his eyes and continued to display the Sky Splashing Staff Technique.
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