With the golden light as a guide, Yang Jian left the five continents of the Primordial World without much effort. Before Liu Ya could react, they arrived in front of the palace.
In front of him was a magnificent door. There were three golden words on it.
Nuwa Palace.
Nuwa was the name of the Saint. Naturally, it could not be written directly on the door plaque. There was a reason why Nuwa was called "Emperor Nuwa". It was not a casual call.
When they arrived in front of the palace gate, the golden talisman in Yang Jian's hand stopped vibrating. It turned into a golden light and flew into the crack of the door. Yang Jian waited in front of the door with Liu Ya.
Yang Jian instructed, "After entering, don't talk nonsense. Don't offend Goddess Nuwa."
"Ah." Liu Ya had already wiped away her tears and perked up. She was afraid that she would cause trouble for Bai Ze. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
Seeing that Liu Ya's emotions were stable, Yang Jian straightened his body and shouted at the palace gate, "I, Yang Jian of the Jade Void Palace, seek an audience with Goddess Nuwa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the palace gate in front of him slowly opened. Two young girls dressed in cloud robes walked out with two lanterns in their hands.
The young girl on the left spoke. Her voice was like the low cry of a green bird. "The Goddess has an order. Yang Jian will bring Liu Ya into the hall to pay his respects."
It was his first time meeting the Saint. Yang Jian was a little nervous. As the saying went, the Prime Minister's doorstep was a fifth-grade official. He could not afford to neglect the boy beside the Saint.
"Thank you." Yang Jian cupped his hands and bowed. He held Liu Ya's wrist and followed behind the two girls. They entered the door and stepped onto the cloud path towards the hall.
Liu Ya said in a low voice, "Brother Yang Jian, do I have to carry a lantern in the future?"
The two girls chuckled when they heard that. They turned their heads and secretly sized up Liu Ya. They had heard from their master that he was going to take in a female disciple today. It should be Liu Ya.
The cloud path was very long. The two girls walked very slowly. Yang Jian did not dare to walk in front and just strolled.
The Nuwa Palace was a little cold. Apart from the white clouds, there was no other scenery. Fortunately, this place was filled with wonderful Daoist Rhymes. If one were to cultivate here, they would be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort.
Yang Jian said, "It really is a good place for cultivation."
"Pfft." A girl chuckled and said, "Perfected Lord, you really know how to joke. This is my Goddess's Dao venue. It's naturally not something that those grotto-heavens and blessed lands in the Primordial World can compare to."
"Not bad, not bad." Yang Jian smiled and nodded, not knowing what to say.
Making him grovel and fawn over two little girls? That was outrageous and completely unnecessary.
The little girl at the side smiled and said, "I've often heard people say that Perfected Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao is the God of War of the present age. He's good at fighting, his mana is profound, and his martial arts are superb. Now that I've seen him today, how can he be so refined and not fierce at all?"
Yang Jian asked, "May I know how to address the two fairies?"
"We are spirit children who serve Her Highness, not cultivators, nor do we deserve to be addressed as fairies. My name is Cai Yun, and her name is Cai Yi. "
Yang Jian nodded with a smile and remembered their names. After settling Liu Ya down, he had to say a few good words and ask them to take care of Liu Ya.
If Liu Ya did something wrong, it would be good for someone to speak up for her in front of the Saint.
After walking for a while, they finally arrived in front of the hall. Cai Yun and Cai Yi stood at the entrance of the hall with lanterns in their hands. They lowered their heads and bowed to invite him in.
Yang Jian cupped his hands and entered the hall with Liu Ya.
As soon as his toes touched the ground, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Liu Ya disappeared beside him, and Yang Jian appeared in a cave.
The cave seemed to be a "cylinder" with a diameter of a thousand feet. There was a light green pillar of light shining on it, and in front of it was a pool that was emitting white clouds.
On the pool, there were some stone slabs that were crisscrossed vertically. The stone slabs cut the pool into pools, and there seemed to be spiritual spring water surging in each pool.
"Yang Jian?"
The gentle voice was filled with curiosity. The voice came from ahead.
Just as Yang Jian was about to reply, he heard the sound of water splashing … He seemed to have seen a snake tail flickering with seven-colored spiritual light flash and disappear.
He hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to look any further. He was about to face a female Saint. If the Saint minded this, he would really be unlucky today.
"I'm Yang Jian of the Jade Void Palace. Greetings, Goddess Nuwa," Yang Jian shouted obediently.
"Are you just saying that you're going to pay your respects?" A chuckle sounded beside his ear. Yang Jian felt that someone was standing beside him, but he did not look sideways and did not dare to turn his head.
Yang Jian said, "I don't know where to look before I see the Goddess's Sacred Body."
"Look forward and raise your head."
The voice echoed in his ears. Yang Jian slowly looked up and saw a woman sitting quietly in the middle of the pool. Her light green long hair flowed down and covered her sparkling skin. Her face, which usually looked dignified and holy on the statue, had a sense of beauty that matched the Great Dao when he looked at it up close.
Natural, innocent, mature, gentle, holy, dignified, but not powerful at all. It also made people unable to have any evil thoughts.
The beauty of mortal women was beautiful because of their beautiful facial features and graceful figure.
The beauty of fairies was beautiful because of their immortal bones and immortal spirits.
As for the beauty of this female Saint, Yang Jian could not find a suitable word to describe her. He even felt that the word "beautiful" was too shallow and superficial to describe what he saw and felt.
It seemed that when the world was born, the definition of "beauty" came from that.
Yang Jian bowed and said, "Yang Jian greets Goddess Nuwa."
However, he managed to muddle through.
Finally, he saw one of the six Saints.
Yang Jian didn't kowtow, but Goddess Nvywa didn't seem to be angry. Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "You brought Houtu's Fruit of the Way as I said, so I should also tell you that method. Perhaps you should have heard it from Houtu."
"The 24th-grade Reincarnation Purple Jade Lotus Platform?" Yang Jian asked directly.
"That's right, that's it," Nuwa said softly. "I've already told you the method. You can go back by yourself."
"Goddess!"
Yang Jian hurriedly shouted. Nuwa sat there quietly and did not move. There was a playful look in her eyes.
Yes, this Saint is waiting for me to ask for a favor.
In the Primordial World, there was no such thing as bowing to a Saint. However, if the living beings of the Primordial World could see the true appearance of the Saint, even Daira Jinxian would kneel down and worship him.
To put it simply, in the Primordial World, only those mighty figures from ancient times could not kneel in front of the Saint.
Yang Jian was from the human race. Although he was the nephew of the Jade Emperor, in terms of seniority and seniority, he could not be compared to those ancient mighty figures. He could not avoid bowing.
He did not expect that Nuwa, a Saint, would actually care about a junior like Yang Jian.
If it was for his own matters, Yang Jian would rather endure the pain than ask for help easily. However, his master's Dao injury …
Yang Jian could only put down the pride in his heart. He bent his legs and slowly knelt beside the pool.
He said earnestly, "Goddess … I know that you have the 24th-grade Reincarnation Purple Jade Lotus Platform. My master has treated me with great kindness. If I can ask you to bestow the lotus platform to treat my master's Dao injury, Yang Jian will be at your disposal."
"Get up," Nuwa said calmly. Yang Jian stood up on his own. He was not controlled by Yang Jian at all.
Words were followed!
Nuwa said, "This lotus platform is a Connate Cardinal treasure. Its essence is a lotus seed of the Chaos Green Lotus. It is indeed precious. I do have something for you to do. If you can do it well, I can lend you the lotus platform. "
Is it that simple?
Yang Jian did not dare to be careless. He asked, "May I know what you are talking about, Goddess? Yang Jian does not dare to disobey your will. I just know that my abilities are limited. I'm afraid that I will let you down. "
"Only you can do this, and only you can do it."
"Oh? I wonder what it is. "
Nuwa said calmly, "Write down the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that you cultivate without missing a word. The lotus platform can be lent to you for three years."
Yang Jian was stunned.
Nuwa continued, "Write down the mysterious Dao that you have comprehended of the Great God Pangu's creation of the world. The lotus platform can be lent to you for another three years."
Yang Jian was stunned.
After all this trouble, after all these twists and turns, it was all for this?
That's right. As a Saint, Nuwa had deliberately used "worship" to make things difficult for him previously because she wanted to regain some face.
He had only cultivated for less than a thousand years. He was a third-generation disciple of the Dao Sect. Compared to Nuwa, he was two generations younger and tens of thousands of years younger. Yet, Nuwa had asked for the cultivation technique that he cultivated!
Even if he told others, no one would believe him, right?
Not only would no one believe him, even if a hundred thousand cultivators were beaten to death, no one would dare to say that they would believe him.
Yang Jian said, "Where did I write it?"
"This is a serious matter. Tell me directly. As long as it is written down and recorded in this world, the Heavenly Dao will sense it and it will be known by others. " Nuwa raised her hand, and the entire cave was filled with a faint light green color. "I've read the Dao Sect's Eight-Nine Arcane Art before. You don't have to deceive me with this cultivation technique."
"I don't dare to deceive you, Goddess. However, the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that I cultivate is roughly the same as what you know."
Yang Jian paused for a moment. Without waiting for Nuwa to speak, he slowly recited the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that he cultivated.
A moment later, Nuwa said, "I see that you should only be at the Pearl Accumulation realm now. Why do you already have such combat power?"
Saints are not omniscient.
"The cultivation method is slightly different." Yang Jian did not hide anything. He explained how he had broken through every level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and touched the limit of the Mystic Art ever since he cultivated it.
The pain of tempering his tendons, the pain of tempering his bones, the nine stages of Blood Transformation, and thousands of Qi Refinement. Nuwa nodded slightly as she listened.
"I see," Nuwa said softly. "In the hands of the Dao Sect's disciples, if they have the help of a famous teacher and obtain elixirs and immortal fruits, the Eight-Nine Arcane Art would be a quick technique. It would only take a thousand years to create a physical cultivator comparable to the Essence Soul Daira. However, that would be the end of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and would not be able to advance any further. However, you have taken a completely different path. "
What Nvywa said touched Yang Jian's heart.
He came from the future. The original Yang Jian might have cultivated the "perfect" Eight-Nine Arcane Art and not the "extreme" Eight-Nine Arcane Art. Therefore, before becoming a god, he might have already reached the seventh or eighth level. His combat power was shocking and he shone brilliantly during the God-Conferment.
However, after becoming a god and fighting with the monkey during the Journey to the West, the original Yang Jian could only barely gain an advantage.
From the God-Conferment to the Journey to the West, it seemed that the original Yang Jian's mystical abilities and Dharma powers did not improve much. Perhaps it was because the Eight-Nine Arcane Art had reached its end.
However, the path he was taking now was different.
When the Pearl Accumulation realm was about to be perfected, Yang Jian already had the ability to injure a Quasi-Sect Master. If he did not break through the limits of the Pearl Accumulation realm, Yang Jian did not plan to continue cultivating.
After saying that, Yang Jian took the initiative to say, "Goddess, I can't teach you the wonderful Dao of creation. It's probably just a …"
"A kind of what?"
"A kind of feeling." Yang Jian placed his hand on his palm and gestured. "A Dao rune …"
Nuwa raised her left arm in the pool. Yang Jian suddenly felt that he could not move and stood there in a daze.
"Come over. Think about what that Dao rune is. I'll figure it out myself."
Come over?
Come where?
Before Yang Jian could come back to his senses, his body suddenly floated up uncontrollably. He could not resist at all and landed in the pool, facing Nuwa.
The tip of their noses were only a foot apart!
Yang Jian's heartbeat suddenly sped up and he quickly closed his eyes. However, a small hand pressed against his chest. It was cold and gentle, causing him to relax instantly.
"Just remember."
"Ah, okay." Yang Jian replied. He wanted to calm down, but he felt a little …
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