Thousands of kilometers away, the immortals of Chan School faced each other from afar. The Boundary Tablet Pass and more than ten human towns were shrouded in dark clouds.
After the Three Pure Ones appeared, they disappeared. They connected with the strongest disciples of the Dao Sect and should have gone to the Chaos outside the world to fight.
The Saints could refine the wind, fire, water, and earth. They could also drive the Heavenly Dao and surpass the Dao laws. If they really fought in the five continents of the Primordial World and made a mistake, the five continents of the Primordial World might cease to exist.
That would be a battle of another realm.
Yang Jian stood on the top of a lonely mountain. The ground within a radius of several hundred miles rippled, and then froze again …
This was the aftermath of his spear striking Yuan Hong into the ground.
"He ran?"
Yang Jian searched the ground with his spiritual senses. Yuan Hong was nowhere to be seen. He snorted softly and did not stay any longer.
He rushed back to the place where the immortals of Chanism gathered. A few of the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism were being protected inside. They were meditating to heal their injuries caused by the Four Immortal Vanquishing Swords.
Huanglong Daoist's injuries were the lightest. At that moment, she was also the backbone of the immortals present. When she saw Yang Jian flying over, she took the initiative to welcome him.
"Are you injured?"
Yang Jian shook his head. "Uncle-Master, were you injured?"
"I'm very lucky." Huanglong Daoist smiled awkwardly. "Come over. You saved the lives of many fellow disciples this time. You should be rewarded by the sect."
"Let's talk about it after this battle."
Yang Jian went to check on the injuries of his Uncle-Masters and wanted to see if he could help. After walking around for a while, he realized that he might as well sit in front of the array formation and deter the immortals of Jie School.
The immortals of Jie School were considered a group of dragons without a leader. If they fought again, they might be able to severely injure the core power of Jie School.
However, the immortals of Chanism did not have anyone to give orders unless Yang Jian stood up and waved his arms. However, Yang Jian … did not have that kind of fighting spirit.
To them, the battle of the Saints was like mortals watching immortals fight. They could not help but feel helpless.
Yang Jian closed his eyes to rest, adjusting his state to perfection. He would deal with all changes by remaining unchanged.
Not long after, Perfected Taiyi flew over on a cloud and sat beside Yang Jian, calling Yang Jian back from his reverie.
"Worried about your master?"
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded and agreed. "If the Saints really fight … Master has yet to become a Saint."
"The three of you probably won't really fight to the death, right? We've been friends for countless periods of time." Perfected Taiyi raised his hand and tapped his chest a few times. He took a deep breath and said, "Now that the Great God-Conferment Tribulation is over, the Saint has no choice but to fight for the sake of his disciples. Where are we going in such a Great Tribulation?"
Yang Jian asked in a low voice, "Shibo, how are your injuries?"
"I won't die. The Immortal Extermination Four Swords are domineering after all, living up to their reputation."
Taiyi pretended to be relaxed and smiled. However, he could not help but frown and feel a little awkward in front of Yang Jian.
A few streams of light flew over from the west. They were the remaining twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism. The appearance of the Saint had alarmed them, who were in seclusion. They all came out of seclusion to provide support.
There were more reinforcements from Jie School, but they were all immortals who were not outstanding in Jie School. They were not much of a threat.
At that moment, the pressure that the immortals of Jie School were under was clearly much greater than that of the immortals of Chanism.
In the battle of the Three Pure Ones, the two Saints, Laozi and the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, were clearly on the same side. The Grandmaster of Heaven was facing the two Saints. Even with the help of the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array and the four disciples, his chances of winning were not high if he faced the two Saints alone.
Moreover, Yuding Zhenren and Xuan Du had appeared. The two of them had the strength to fight the Saints and protect themselves. If they joined forces with Hiroshige …
No matter what, the immortals of Jie School felt that their chances of winning were not high.
At that moment, the immortals could not help but think about what they should do if the Sect Master was defeated.
Using that silent panic, a few people kept sending voice transmissions among the immortals of Jie School. However, they were pointing out a clear path to the west for those who did not have a strong Dao heart.
There were people from the Western Sect who were fishing in troubled waters and taking advantage of the situation to secretly guide people. However, there was nothing surprising about that.
As for the top disciples of Jie School like the Great Black Clouds Immortal, no one would take the initiative to ask them if they would change their sect. At that moment, he did not notice the abnormalities of the disciples.
"Uncle-Master, how long does a battle between Saints usually take?" Yang Jian asked.
"I don't know either. The Saints rarely attack. Or rather, there are very few opportunities to attack after becoming a Saint." Perfected Taiyi shook his head. "Just wait. It shouldn't be long."
Yang Jian nodded and continued to meditate.
Half a day later, Perfected Taiyi's expression recovered a lot. Chi Jingzi, who had rushed over, also supported the situation. He and Huang Long heaved a sigh of relief.
Perfected Taiyi asked, "Yang Jian, has your master mentioned becoming a Saint again?"
"I've never heard Master mention it …" Yang Jian frowned and pondered. He said in a low voice, "Has Master not given up yet?"
"It's easier said than done if you want to give up pursuing the Great Dao." Perfected Taiyi smiled freely. "I was born for the Dao and died for the Dao. If I can't step into the peak of the Great Dao, I will fuse myself with the Great Dao after I have no worries. That is a true cultivator. He is unknown in the Primordial World because he does not fight with others. He is focused on the Great Dao. Your master is such a person. "
"Master …"
Yang Jian looked at the bronze tripod under the Essence Soul Tree. If his master still had such plans, he should return the tripod.
At the crucial moment, it could protect his master's life.
Perfected Taiyi smiled and said, "Are you worried about your master?"
"Although becoming a Saint is Master's lifelong pursuit, risking his life …"
"If you don't risk your life, how can you do what others can't do? How can you pick flowers and fruits that others can't pick?" Perfected Taiyi shook his head gently. "You have family and friends. You have too many worries. You can't understand your master's realm."
Yang Jian nodded with a bitter smile. He really did not think that there was any meaning in risking his life for an uncertain and uncertain opportunity to become a Saint.
In fact, he wanted to ask his master, "If your obsession is to become a Saint, what should I do after becoming a Saint?"
The Great Dao had no end.
Perhaps one day, Yang Jian would also stand at the threshold of becoming a Saint. If he could not cross it, he would not be able to protect his family. Then, he would really risk his life.
That was not to pursue the Great Dao. It was only to pursue the power to protect the Dao, himself, and the people around him.
If that was the case, he would be lucky enough to cross the heavenly chasm of proving the Dao with his strength. He would not feel lonely for the rest of his life and have no future …
"What is Uncle-Master seeking?"
Yang Jian turned his head and asked. Perfected Taiyi pondered for a while and finally smiled awkwardly.
"To drink and sing, to be free and unfettered outside the forest. To cultivate the Dao and seek the truth.
Perfected Taiyi smiled and sighed. "What I seek is happiness in my heart. What I seek is to have a pure Dao heart. No one can bully me. My heart is free and unfettered!"
"Uncle-Master, you're so manly!" Yang Jian gave him a thumbs-up. Perfected Taiyi immediately smiled happily.
The Huanglong Daoist had appeared behind the two of them at some point in time. She said faintly, "My request is the simplest. Junior Brother Taiyi, give me 30% of your mountain treasure vault and I'll be able to fulfill my wish for the rest of my life."
Perfected Taiyi sneered. "Yun Zhongzi is the best at refining weapons. You can just ask him for it. Why do you have to ask me?"
"This …" The Huanglong Daoist sat cross-legged beside Perfected Taiyi and sighed. "I've asked for three or four numinous treasures previously. However, they were either lost or damaged. No matter how thick-skinned I am, I'm too embarrassed to ask for them."
Yang Jian thought, 'So, Uncle-Master Huang Long, why are you shouting so loudly for no reason!'
Yun Zhongzi, who was recuperating not far away, chuckled when he heard that. He sat on the meditation cushion and floated to the side of the Huanglong Daoist. He smiled and said, "I've been refining some gadgets recently. I'm suffering from the lack of disciples and no one to use. Why don't you take it and have some fun, Huanglong?"
After saying that, a few treasures flew out of his sleeves. One numinous treasure and two immortal treasures. It was considered a huge sum.
"How can I accept this!" The Huanglong Daoist grabbed the numinous treasure dagger and held it in her hand. She squinted and smiled. "I'll treat you to a drink another day."
Yun Zhongzi immediately stroked his beard and chuckled. Clearly, he was used to Huanglong Daoist's behavior.
Yang Jian was dumbfounded as he watched from the side. He felt that he was still … too young …
Two figures flew up slowly and avoided Yang Jian. They went to their respective masters and asked about their masters' injuries. They were naturally Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu.
Yang Jian pretended not to see them. He listened to Yun Zhongzi and Perfected Taiyi discuss the Dao and waited quietly for the outcome of the battle between the Saints.
In the Zhou Army's encampment, Xiao Lan and Princess Long Ji were sitting in the carriage. Previously, when the immortals fought and the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array appeared, the two of them broke out in cold sweat for Yang Jian.
Fortunately, Yang Jian had survived. He had even used the Taiji Painting to resist the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array set up by the four disciples of Jie School. That scene shocked the two of them.
"Brother, you have such courage. I wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing for you to enter the Celestial Court and become a marshal in the future," Princess Long Ji muttered worriedly.
Xiao Lan nodded slightly. "Mortals often say that the more meritorious you are, the more powerful you will be. It's also applicable in the Immortal Celestial Court. Yang Jian is too powerful. He will definitely cause a lot of fear."
"Yes." Long Ji nodded slightly. "Brother, we had a conversation at night previously. He once said that he would return to the mountain after becoming a god. He did not want to go to the Celestial Court to get involved. He should have considered this."
"He wants to live in seclusion at such a young age. He's really 'mature'."
Xiao Lan took the opportunity to mock him. Long Ji smiled.
"I can only say that he's not an ambitious person. That's excellent."
"Isn't a man without ambition the same as a woman without looks?" Xiao Lan sat there with her arms crossed. She recalled the conflict with Yang Jian previously and sulked again. "If I had Yang Jian's strength, I would have long turned the Celestial Court upside down!"
Princess Long Ji patted her forehead and sized up Xiao Lan with a smile. She clearly wanted to say something but hesitated. However, she did not say anything.
The million Zhou Army was also waiting there. They were waiting for Yang Jian to return and step into the layers of "earth waves" in front of them.
Huang Feihu rode the Five-colored Divine Ox and looked at the top of a mountain. He felt helpless when he saw the situation in front of him.
"This is a battle between cultivators …"
After sighing, he ordered the scouts to scout and search for a path that the army could advance.
He was a human general who was a mount and had the demeanor of an immortal. He just had to do his job well.
With a soft sigh, Huang Feihu rode the Five-colored Divine Ox down the mountain leisurely. It was getting late. He still had to settle the army and set up camp.
When the western sky was ignited with burning clouds, two Dao runes suddenly came from the west. They covered the sky and were mysterious and profound. The breeze in the world carried a little fragrance.
The immortals of the two sects stood up and were on guard. Fortunately, the two auras only flashed past and suddenly disappeared.
The immortals hurriedly discussed why the two Saint auras that suddenly appeared and disappeared …
Soon, the immortals of the two sects recalled a rumor.
The Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array could not be broken by the four Saints.
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