The Great Tribulation moved in the South Continent.
Many figures quietly sneaked into the South Continent to search for their own opportunities. Many people avoided the South Continent and wished they could go to the trichiliocosm to hide.
If it were not for the fact that there was a rumor in the Primordial World that if the Tribulation Taker dodged the Great Tribulation, the people who should be facing the Tribulation would suffer a calamity that was hundreds or thousands of times greater, the cultivators who had fled to the trichiliocosm in the five continents of the Primordial World would probably be like carps in the river.
There was nothing he could do. Before the Great Tribulation was triggered, who would have thought that the tribulation would involve the Saints?
Once Nuwa was angry, the Great Tribulation would begin. If the Great Tribulation really erupted, wouldn't there be a battle between Saints?
At that time, what kind of cultivation level and what kind of person would be able to protect themselves and survive by luck?
At that moment, the immortals of Chanism finally understood why the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning had ordered them to find one or two disciples to block the calamity. The reputation of being a disciple of the Saint was indeed not good this time.
Long before the Great Tribulation arrived, Hiroshige, one of the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism, had brought Chijing Zi and entered the South Continent to search for disciples. They were naturally fated to be Yin Hong and Yin Jiao's disciples.
However, it was too obvious that they wanted to take in the two Crown Princes of the Shang Dynasty as disciples to block the calamity. Therefore, the two mighty figures only secretly observed the two sons of Di Xin and waited for the opportunity to take them in as disciples to deal with the calamity of becoming a Saint.
Yang Jian was not around, and no one knew that they were two ingrates.
The immortals of Chanism followed suit and most of them entered the world to search. It was also time for the Li Family of Chentang Pass to prosper. Li Jing had cultivated the Dao in his early years and then entered the court to become an official. At that moment, he was also a general with a large number of troops and had great merit.
His eldest and second sons were chosen by Manjusri of Chanism and Perfected Samantabhadra at the same time. They were taken in and trained by them. Naturally, they were the future Jinzha and Muzha.
Under Perfected Taiyi's instructions, Ling Zhuzi was also preparing for reincarnation. He chose to reincarnate into the Li Family. However, the three brothers of the Li Family had entered the sect of Chanism. Li Jing's luck had also increased.
In addition, Huang Tianhua, the son of the Great Shang King Wucheng, Deng Chanyu, the daughter of the Shang Dynasty's General Deng Jiugong, King Wen Ji Chang, King Wu Ji Fa, and so on. As long as they had good fortune and were deduced to be related to the Great Tribulation, they would all have immortal opportunities.
All of a sudden, the entire Shang Dynasty was in an uproar. Most of the ordinary people did not know what was going on, and the officials of the court also did not know why people from outside of the court came to visit.
However, most people would not reject the chance to become an immortal. If they could let their children cultivate under the tutelage of an immortal, even if they could not achieve immortality, they could still prolong their lives and live for more than a thousand years. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
The very beginning of the Conferred God Battle that would give rise to endless bloodshed in the future was exceptionally harmonious.
One month after Goddess Nvywa revealed her Dharmakaya, Jiang Shang and Shen Gongbao, who were sworn enemies, were taken to the Jade Mirage Palace to cultivate and prepare for their return to the world.
In Chaoge City, people sang and danced to celebrate peace.
Within the four seas, undercurrents were surging.
The Emperor worked hard on government affairs and was full of ambition. He heard that the Grand Preceptor had sent troops to the North Sea and that King Wucheng had led his troops on expeditions in all directions, achieving outstanding military service.
The civil and military officials were all loyal and felt that Shang Tang's foundation would last for generations to come.
However, there were also capable people who could see the hidden danger at this moment.
The feudal vassals were very powerful. The common people only heard the orders of the feudal vassals and did not know the name of the emperor. The feudal vassals had their own armies, especially the Marquis of the East Jiang Huan Chu, the Marquis of the South E Chongyu, the Marquis of the West Ji Chang, and the Marquis of the North Chong Hu.
If the soldiers of Chaoge did not move, the feudal vassals would not dare to move at all. However, as long as the soldiers of Chaoge attacked, the feudal vassals would become restless and fight against each other.
In the face of the Great Tribulation, the cultivators who were originally not interested in political affairs had no choice but to study the situation of the Shang Dynasty.
However, many people felt that Di Xin was born to be an emperor. Although his personality was a little wild and domineering, he would not be in danger of the country being destroyed.
Unless there were other changes.
However, the destiny of Chanism was in Xiqi, and the calamity of Jie School was in Chaoge. Although the Heavenly Dao had yet to appear, the two Saints already knew what was going on.
The problem was who was going to be on the God roll and how.
In the North Continent's Xuanyuan Tomb, on the Miasma Lake Heart Island.
Qiong Xiao was still waiting there. However, she was too bored and was lying on the side of a gorgeous carriage to rest.
This carriage … was also a numinous treasure. The light around it blocked the miasma of the Miasma Lake, making the yellow-robed girl lying on it comfortable and at ease.
A numinous treasure carriage …
There was no one else.
"Could that kid have died from overeating? He's still not coming out. "
Qiong Xiao yawned and casually picked up a book slip. She leaned against it and read it quietly.
She seemed to have no schemes and was simply waiting for Yang Jian to come out and "receive the dividends". However, Yang Jian knew that this mighty figure of Jie School might suddenly kill someone at any time. She would definitely not even blink.
There was a turtle crawling on the island in the middle of the lake. Its huge body covered the entire island. However, it was only a phantom. It was not real.
At that moment, the black turtle phantom's body flickered with a faint light. The grayish-white miasma in the Miasma Lake was also being sucked into its nostrils bit by bit, turning into pure essence energy and a sense of resentment. At the same time, it poured into the hall in its body.
The starlight in the hall was like a sea. Yang Jian was still sitting cross-legged on the treasure pool. However, there was only a third of the treasure blood left under him. He had already absorbed most of it.
At that moment, Yang Jian was neither happy nor angry. He was expressionless. This was not because he had a high level of concentration. Instead, in the past three months, he had been pleasantly surprised one after another. There were extraordinary changes every day.
First, the number of Xuan Beads had increased rapidly. The number had reached a shocking fifty-six. It had directly increased Yang Jian's strength by a level. It had saved Yang Jian ten thousand years of hard work.
At that time, only a third of the treasure blood had been consumed. Just as Yang Jian wanted to condense 72 Xuan Beads in one go, the black turtle elder said a few words. It made him stop accumulating Dharma powers and increasing the number of Xuan Beads. He thought hard.
The old man said,
"This treasure blood can help you open the Gate of Heaven and Earth and pass through the Life and Death Gate. Don't waste it on condensing Xuan Beads. The fifth level of the mystic technique is a qualitative change. If you can open the Gate of Heaven and Earth, you can ride the wind and transform into a dragon. "
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment.
Let's not talk about why the black turtle elder was so clear about the Eight Nine Arcane Art. Just the words' Gate of Heaven and Earth 'made him realize a lot.
He had expected that at the fifth level of the Profound Bead Realm, the perfection of the Eight Nine Arcane Art would be seventy-two Xuan Beads. This seemed reasonable. However, if he wanted to break through the shackles and break the limit, he needed to condense seventy-three or seventy-four Xuan Beads.
Moreover, it was possible that the true perfection of the Eight Nine Arcane Art would be eighty-one Xuan Beads!
Gate of Heaven and Earth, Heaven and Earth …
Yang Jian seemed to have gained something. He immediately stopped condensing the Xuan Beads. After thinking for five days, he began to absorb the treasure blood in the pool.
This time, Yang Jian began to deduce the first five levels of the Eight Nine Arcane Art.
He bathed himself in the blood of the black turtle, strengthening his muscles and bones, and increasing his strength.
The Xuan Blood was reborn, containing endless profound meaning.
The Xuanqi was abundant. There was a faint black color in the gray, making it even more mysterious.
The Xuan Gang had an additional magical power. It could condense a treasured armor to protect the body. It complemented the Starlight Armor, and its power was doubled.
The first four levels were the foundation. The fifth level was the Stairway to Heaven. The sixth level was to comprehend one's own magical power. The seventh and eighth levels were the real peak, and one could laugh proudly in the world!
After tempering his foundation, Yang Jian spent more than a month and consumed a third of the blood.
However, following that, Yang Jian fell into some kind of epiphany. This was because the Xuan Art was perfect, and the foundation was solid and flawless. Therefore, he had a new understanding.
After half a month of epiphany, when Yang Jian woke up, he did not directly absorb the black turtle's blood. Instead, he looked outside the black turtle, at the extremely dangerous Miasma Lake.
Yang Jian was really bold. Relying on the fact that he had absorbed the blood of the black turtle and had the same power as the miasma in the Miasma Lake, he actually tried to absorb the grayish-white miasma in the Miasma Lake!
This miasma was actually the most dangerous' Dao Fusion 'poison. It contained the Dao of the black turtle. If one's own Dao was not a match for the Dao of the black turtle, one's foundation would be completely destroyed and disappear.
However, now, Yang Jian led a wisp of grayish-white miasma into his palm. He used the Xuanqi to slowly assimilate it. Like spinning silk from a cocoon, he peeled off the resentment and extracted the Dao from it. Only the power of the black turtle's blood was left, and he absorbed it into his body.
The old man once said that half of the Miasma Lake had the blood of the black turtle. Of course, Yang Jian did not want to let it go.
The Dao of the black turtle was a deadly poison for cultivators. However, for Yang Jian, who used the blood to increase his cultivation, it was a tonic.
It was just that the resentment was a little difficult to deal with. Yang Jian could only take out some spirit stones and let the resentment attach to it.
The black turtle old man, who was waiting quietly at the side, made his move again. He directly took a small amount of resentment into his hand and absorbed it into his body.
"Senior …"
"It's okay. This resentment is mine. I also have this resentment." The old man said slowly, "But compared to resentment, I have more important things to do. Don't worry, just absorb it."
Yang Jian sighed in his heart. He cupped his hands at the old man and continued to absorb the grayish-white miasma in the Miasma Lake.
This was the reason why miasma constantly went in and out of the nostrils of the black turtle on the island.
This time, the power of the black turtle's blood that Yang Jian extracted from the miasma and the blood that he absorbed from the bottom of his body were all deposited in various parts of his body.
The old man's words did enlighten him.
The black turtle's blood was a great tonic for Yang Jian. It was a strong medicine. This medicine was best used to break through the barrier, not to condense Xuan beads and accumulate cultivation.
As long as Yang Jian cultivated steadily, he could slowly condense 72 Xuan beads. However, if he did not have enough support when breaking through, it would be a disaster!
The two-thirds of the pool's blood from before had already made Yang Jian's strength leap. Yang Jian wanted to store more power of the black turtle's blood in his body and use it in the future.
Gradually, his body felt full. Yang Jian began to try to compress the power around his body. His skin showed a kind of jade color and he had a different kind of demeanor.
After three months in this place, the treasure pool had dried up and the Miasma Lake had shrunk by a third.
Yang Jian had already stored up to the point where he could not store anymore. His body was overflowing. If he wanted to, he could directly condense more than ten new Xuan beads in a short period of time.
Was this power enough for him to open the Heaven and Earth Gate and cross the barrier of life and death?
Yang Jian comprehended the mysterious technique, but he received a negative answer.
"Have you finished cultivating?"
The old man's voice sounded behind him. Yang Jian hurriedly jumped to the side and bowed to the old man.
"Thank you, Senior."
"I'm not the one who helped you." The old man looked at the empty hall and said calmly, "It's the Saints who killed me back then. You've already taken all the treasures here. I should hand this to you according to their instructions. "
Yang Jian could not help but be stunned.
Who is' them '?
Are they the Saints who killed the black turtle and set up this place?
What was the purpose of those Saints leaving behind the legacy of the black turtle?
The old man pointed at Yang Jian gently. An ordinary iron token floated over and landed in Yang Jian's palm.
There was a complicated word 'nine' written on the iron token. He did not know what it meant.
"Take it. In the future, walk out with more variables … The sky and the earth are waiting for you to move forward …"
The words of the old man gradually became ethereal. Yang Jian was in a daze for a while. When he came back to his senses, there was no longer the old man and the stone hall.
He was standing in a gray fog, wearing a short shirt that covered his body. He was carefully thinking about the words he had just heard.
He was afraid that there would be many more things to do.
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