Putting aside the fact that Yang Jian was lecturing his sister in an inn in the mortal world, Ling Zhuzi was meditating on the cloud and secretly using his spiritual senses to observe the mortal world.
Moreover, the Demon King had been frightened away by Yang Jian. He had fled to the North Continent to hide and find a secret place to heal the injuries of his essence soul.
His mystical ability, Killing God Shadow, consumed a lot of the power of his essence soul. That day, he had used this mystical ability without caring about anything else in order to kill Yang Jian and avenge his dead son.
However, the Demon King had never expected that Yang Jian would use such a mystical ability at the critical moment …
Heavenly Eye?
No, that's not right. The Heavenly Eye mystical ability that the Demon King knew was definitely not that terrifying!
For the entire day and night, as long as the Demon King closed his eyes, terrifying scenes would appear in his mind. His essence soul seemed to be being eaten away bit by bit by the light.
Every time he meditated, he would wake up in cold sweat after a short while. His Adam's apple would tremble, and his Dao heart would palpitate.
"Could this Yang Jian be the reincarnation of some ancient mighty figure?"
The Demon King panted heavily and gritted his teeth as he cursed Yang Jian. However, he still did not notice anything strange about this matter.
A wisp of gray aura surrounded the Demon King's body. The Demon King did not notice it either … It was not just the Demon King. Even if it were the disciples of the other three sects, they would not know if they were entangled by the gray aura.
That was a wisp of aura from the Tribulation Cloud.
If one was entangled, they were destined to go through the calamity. Life and death depended on their own abilities.
After hiding for a day and night, the Demon King barely managed to completely repair the Killing God Shadow. Although the power of his essence soul was consumed, it did not harm his combat strength.
He left the mystic place, hid his aura, and fled towards the South Continent again.
3,000 kilometers away from the South Continent, the Demon King suddenly felt a few sharp auras reverberating outside the Tribulation Cloud. He knew that they should be mighty figures of Chanism. He did not dare to barge in and could only stop.
What should I do?
The Demon King's heart was filled with hatred. After being blocked twice, it turned into a ball of flames.
He hesitated for a moment before flying southeast. He wanted to return to Nine Dragons Island to gather his brothers and then look for Yang Jian and Chanism to seek an explanation!
"Yang Jian, just you wait!"
Before the Demon King disappeared, he left a furious roar in the world. Not long after Wang Mo left, three figures broke through the cloud path and appeared on the shore of the East Sea.
They were three Daoists wearing hats. They were not like the twelve Golden Immortals, but they were ordered by the Eldest Senior Brother Guang Chengzi to kill the Demon Lord.
One of them said, "The Demon King went to the East. He should have gone south to the Jie School."
"We still have to be careful. If Jie School is powerful, we should immediately report to Eldest Senior Brother."
"That's right. We can't enter the Tribulation Cloud easily. I'm afraid that the people of the Jie School are the same. We have to find Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian as soon as possible and think of a way to protect him back to the Jade Void Palace."
We have to find Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian as soon as possible and think of a way to protect him back to the Jade Void Palace. "
After making some arrangements, he continued to return to his original place. He hid in the clouds and waited calmly.
They were also constantly sending their spiritual wills into the Tribulation Cloud. If Yang Jian and the others could capture the shadows of the spiritual wills, they would know that the three of them were outside the Tribulation Cloud.
Ling Zhuzi had actually received a spiritual will long ago. He was not happy. Instead, he was a little disappointed.
According to him, Yang Jian was the leader of the three generations of Chanism. His importance was self-evident. However, he did not expect the Jade Void Palace to only send a few Uncle-Masters who were not famous to rescue him …
Ling Zhuzi was a little depressed. He came down from the cloud and wanted to tell Yang Jian the news.
Yang Jian's explanation, which had lasted for nearly two hours, had already made Yang Xiaochan feel more at ease about what she had seen previously. However, Yang Xiaochan learned on the spot and pulled Chu Qian and Ao Xinke to move to the guest room next door.
Ling Zhuzi complained, "Could it be that because Uncle-Master Yuding does not show his mystical abilities usually, those Uncle-Masters will look down on you, Senior Brother?"
"That's not the case. As the saying goes, soldiers fight soldiers and generals fight generals. It's a coincidence that the three Uncle-Masters are here to stop the Demon King." Yang Jian tapped his fingers on the table a few times and smiled. "The Uncle-Masters in the Jade Void Palace should be able to tell at a glance that there's something strange about this matter. It's not convenient for them to appear. They must be secretly waiting for someone from Jie School. "
"Wouldn't it be over if we just kill the Demon King?" Ling Zhuzi sighed.
"How can it be that simple?" Yang Jian smiled and said, "You should think more about it. There are many schemes in the Primordial World. The world is like a chessboard. You and I should both make more plans for that final leap, to jump out of this game of chess. "
"That's easier said than done." Ling Zhuzi shrugged. "I don't like to think about these twists and turns. Aren't you my senior brother? Just take care of me! "
Yang Jian was speechless. He had nothing to say.
Ling Zhuzi asked Yang Jian how he was recovering. Yang Jian pondered for a while and decided to set off again in three days.
This place was closer to the Middle Continent. It was a town in the north of the South Continent. If they really fought outside the Tribulation Cloud, they would have to rush over as soon as possible.
Yang Jian's original intention was to plot against the combat power of Jie School. He did not want the two sects to fight before the Great God-Conferment Tribulation began …
Ling Zhuzi was still not used to staying below. He flew up to the clouds to meditate.
Yang Xiaochan, Chu Qian, and Ao Xinke were "consolidating" what they had learned previously in the room at the side. Ao Xinke had set up an array formation. Yang Jian could not hear their private conversations.
He walked to the window and looked at the bustling streets outside. Yang Jian could not help but feel a little proud.
The people of the world struggled only for decades of wealth.
Cultivators sought immortality and Dao, but they only sought immortality and immortality.
All living beings in the world had their own desires and desires. Only then could they have expectations and move forward.
Then, what am I asking for? What am I after?
Longevity? Carefree?
He remembered that Yang Jian had said in front of his master that he would live a carefree life above longevity. Actually, it was not entirely what he wanted. He had some considerations.
Now that Yang Jian had entered the mortal world, his Dao heart had questions for him.
What exactly do I want?
"The word 'love' is too complicated, and the matter of carefreeness is too broad. A clear conscience is the foundation. What I want should be in front."
Yang Jian muttered softly and smiled.
How many years has he been cultivating? Why does he have such an ancient mentality?
Let's continue walking step by step. Even if I still don't know what I want, as long as I am determined and continue searching on this path, I will definitely be able to find my Dao.
A few figures flashed across his mind.
His mother, Yohime, was like an orchid blooming in a deep alley. His younger sister, Xiao Chan, was becoming more and more eccentric but still adorable.
He was a little surprised by the gentle and scholarly Xinke, Ling Zhuzi, who was becoming more and more compatible with him, and Lü Chunyang, who had a deep relationship with him …
"Could it be that this Dao is not lonely?"
Yang Jian seemed to have gained something. He stood in front of the window and closed his eyes to focus. His Dao heart was like a mirror. There was no dust or ripples.
The power of the essence soul that he had lost previously was slowly recovering. The essence soul tree appeared and swayed its branches gently. It was actually growing slowly at a visible speed.
The power of the essence soul increased again. That was the so-called epiphany of the essence soul Dao.
After another night, Yang Jian had already recovered. He was full of energy and his eyes were clear.
Yang Jian brought Yang Xiaochan and Ao Xinke to play in the city for two days. There was still no battle outside the Tribulation Cloud, nor were there any experts from the two sects confronting each other. The situation was a little strange.
After some thought, Yang Jian decided to resolve the matter regarding Ling Zhuzi first. He used the excuse that he had once traveled somewhere and felt that there were outstanding people there. He wanted to go there to look.
Ling Zhuzi looked a little helpless, but he still agreed. Yang Jian was concerned about his matters, so he had no excuse to avoid it.
Hence, Yang Jian took out the Compass of Destiny and brought his family towards the East Ocean of the South Continent.
From afar, he could see a mighty pass in the sky. Its back was against the endless blue waves, and vast blood energy was condensed.
"Is it there?" Ling Zhuzi's eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he had already sensed something.
Yang Jian smiled and nodded. His spiritual senses had already seen the three ancient words on the pass.
Chentang Pass.
The destiny of the mortal world was sealed, and the blue waves were suppressed for a thousand kilometers.
Condense the ancient righteousness and hide a hundred thousand weapons.
Chentang Pass was the place where the troops of the mortal dynasty, the Shang Dynasty, were stationed. The generals of the past dynasties were all surnamed Li. They guarded the mouth of the Jiuwan River for the Emperor of the Shang Dynasty and were wary of the Dongyi tribes attacking the rich land of the Shang Dynasty.
Yang Xiaochan sighed. "What a majestic pass."
"There are many common people in the pass. This can be considered a large city," Yang Jian explained. He wanted to say something about the geography of this place, but he swallowed the words back.
It was better not to show off in front of Ao Xinke. She had read more books on the Dragons than Yang Jian had eaten … If she said more, she would make a fool of herself.
Yang Xiaochan asked Ling Zhuzi, "What kind of parents are you looking for?"
Ling Zhuzi scratched his head and looked conflicted. "Well, I've never reincarnated before. I don't know much about this."
"It's fine! Leave it to me! " Yang Jian smiled and patted Ling Zhuzi's shoulder. "I will definitely choose a knowledgeable, virtuous, and gentle mother for you. I don't want you to be spanked by vines all day and ruin the dignity of my Uncle-Master Taiyi."
The three women in the immortal clam could not help but laugh. Ling Zhuzi looked at Yang Jian faintly. "We are brothers. Why don't you accompany me?"
"I don't need to reincarnate … Why don't we go to the place with the most abundant luck in the city to take a look?" Yang Jian pointed at a huge house in the distance. Where else could it be if not the Li Residence?
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