On the twenty-eighth day of the Myriad Immortals Formation, the fourth layer was broken.
After the death of the Goddess of Golden Spirit, the immortals of Jie School were like a group of dragons without a leader. They could not even control the array formation smoothly. If not for the fact that the fifth array formation was too mysterious and the Chanism side had yet to deduce a way to break it, they might have broken two arrays in a row.
The immortals of Chanism did not suffer many injuries. The immortals of Jie School did not suffer many casualties because they had retreated to the array formation at the back.
After destroying the foundation of the fourth array formation, the immortals of Chanism returned to the sky above the Zhou Army to cultivate and recover their strength as soon as possible.
The Ten Thousand Immortal Array was not something that could be easily set up. It contained the accumulation of the Jie School since ancient times. If the array foundation was damaged, it would be extremely difficult to completely repair it.
Moreover, there were Immortals on duty in every formation. If even a few of these Immortals were killed or injured, even if the damaged parts of the Myriad Immortals Formation were rebuilt, it would be very difficult to change them.
There were still three major formations to go, and there were still 20 days before the Six Soul Banner would show its true might.
To this day, the Martial King, who had been on the road, slept longer and longer. Every time Yang Jian resisted the might of the Six Soul Banner, he grew weaker and weaker.
It was a feeling of exhaustion that spread from the primordial spirit.
However, this was not entirely a bad thing. There were indeed indescribable benefits to the tempering of the power of the soul.
The Martial King had already arrived at the Azure Dragon Pass and would arrive here in about a dozen or so days.
When King Wu personally came and strengthened the Immortals of Chanism with the Human Emperor's Dragon Luck, it would be hard to say whether the Myriad Immortal Formation of the Jie School could resist the joint attack of Xuandu, Yuding, and the other Immortal Cultivators without Sect Leader Tongtian's help.
On the side of Jie School, Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao Immortals had left early. Daoist Duobao had been locked in his Dao venue. The Goddess of Golden Spirit had died in battle. Only the Goddess of Turtle Spirit and the Goddess of Wudang were left among the eight disciples.
Many of the Seven Immortals had also died. The Long-eared Dingguang Immortal had long been sent to the Investiture of the Gods by Yang Jian. The Golden Light Immortal, the Dragon Head Immortal, and the Spirit Tooth Immortal were taken to the Kunlun Mountain. Only the Black Clouds Immortal, the Golden Hooped Immortal, and the Pilu Immortal, who was only good at escaping, were left …
The Black Clouds Great Immortal always gave people the feeling that he was an outsider, as if he would never fight to the death with anyone.
The Goddess of Turtle Spirit, the Goddess of Wudang, the Golden Hooped Deity, and the Pilu Deity could not resist the immortals of Chanism. There was indeed nothing wrong with that.
Jie School, which was known as the Ten Thousand Immortals, was gradually showing signs of defeat today. The process of the God-Conferment Tribulation from the beginning of the Battle of Xiqi until now made people sigh.
Chanism seemed to have won.
Recently, there were often immortals who left the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation of their own accord and disappeared without a trace.
The immortals of Jie School did not stop him. In fact, they only remained silent about this matter. The Grandmaster of Heaven did not express anything. He did not even ask about it.
He must have tacitly allowed these immortals to leave.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. That was the miserable situation of Jie School.
But the more it was so, the more worried Hiroshige and Yang Jian, the immortals of Chanism who were in charge of the overall situation.
A trapped beast would still fight, let alone Jie School.
No one could guess what the Grandmaster of Heaven would do next.
In the dead of the night, the Zhou Army Camp was quiet. Yang Jian sat in front of the desk and dealt with the affairs of the Zhou Nation. Ao Xinke sat at the side and read a scroll quietly.
After a long time, Yang Jian asked, "Xinke, do you like the residence in Meishan?"
"Yes," Ao Xinke replied. "I'll be wherever you are."
"Actually, there's something I haven't told you." Yang Jian felt a little awkward and coughed. "Previously, I had an agreement with Uncle-Master Xuan Du. After the God-Conferment ends, I'll stay at home with you for a hundred years. Then … Um …"
Ao Xinke put down the scroll and looked at Yang Jian gently. She chuckled and said, "I know that your ambition is not only in the Celestial Court. Husband, you don't have to worry. When you're not at home, I'll divert a wisp of my attention to take care of my mother. I'll just cultivate in seclusion."
Yang Jian really did not know what to say to such a gentle and virtuous wife.
"Husband, remember that there's still me, my sister, and my mother at home. Just don't take risks easily."
Yang Jian hurriedly nodded. "I will definitely not take risks easily. Uncle-Master Xuan Du will not harm me."
"Can you tell me what you did?" Ao Xinke was a little worried. Clearly, she was not at ease with Yang Jian.
"It's not something dangerous." Yang Jian told her about his agreement with Xuan Du. Ao Xinke frowned deeper.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "This is more like Uncle-Master Xuan Du's advice to me. He wants me to go to Xuandu City to train. Moreover, if I can defend the city, I will definitely have found a set of Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. At that time, I will have the ability to protect my life in the Chaos."
Ao Xinke wanted to say something but hesitated. However, she still looked at Yang Jian faintly.
"Husband, what's dangerous is not defending the city. The Xuandu City is guarded by the Yellow-scarved Strongmen created by the Saints. The aliens scattered in the Chaos will naturally not be able to do anything."
"Then what are you worried about, wife?"
Yang Jian had called out the wrong address. Fortunately, Ao Xinke did not care about that.
"Husband, you want to look for the remaining twelve Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. Although the Xuandu City is huge, the Dao Sect has almost turned it upside down over the years. Why can't you find the remaining twelve?"
"Xinke, what do you mean?" Yang Jian pondered for a while. "Is Uncle-Master Xuan Du trying to trick me into going over? Is he forcing me to stay there to guard the door? "
Ao Xinke did not know whether to laugh or cry. She grabbed Yang Jian's wrist and looked into Yang Jian's eyes.
"Husband, do you really not know? Where are the remaining twelve Sea-Calming Divine Pearls? "
Yang Jian shook his head.
"I didn't want to tell you this previously because I was afraid that you would take the risk in the Xuandu City. Now, I have to remind you."
Yang Jian pulled a chair to Ao Xinke's side. "Tell me. I'll listen."
Ao Xinke nodded slightly and told him about some ancient matters that Yang Jian knew.
Yang Jian had heard two shocking pieces of news from the person who was sleeping next to him …
The Dragons were a remnant race of the Great Essence Realm, and the phoenix race was the same. That was why the two races had seized the initiative in the Primordial World and became strong first.
The Xuandu City had another name in the Great Essence Realm — Saint's Tomb.
Saints were the peak of the Great Dao. They were the ultimate sublimation of living beings. They were already immortal.
However, when the Great Essence Realm was at its peak, the Saint's Tomb slowly drifted from the upper reaches of the river of time and crashed into the Great Essence Realm. It forcibly broke the order of the Great Essence Realm and disrupted the balance of the Dao laws of the Great Essence Realm.
There was the blood, bones, and Dharma artifacts of the Saints in the Saint's Tomb. It was said that hundreds of Saints were buried there. It was a 'generous gift' left to the future generations by the Great Ultimate Realm that had collapsed for some reason.
However, because of this generous gift, the forty-nine Saints of the Great Essence Realm broke out in a war. The Great Essence Realm fell into a long-lost chaos and suffered a great loss.
After that, more than ten Saints joined forces to seal the Saint's Tomb and threw it into the chaos. Far away from the world of the Great Essence Realm, cultivators above Daira could enter through a specific entrance to search for treasures.
Gradually, there was a large city floating in the chaos around the Saint's Tomb — Xuandu City.
After that, the Great Essence Realm collapsed for some reason. All the Saints of the Great Essence Realm died in battle. Only the Great God Pangu broke out of the siege …
"Husband, the thirty-six Sea Calming Divine Pearls are the Dharma artifacts of the Great Sage of the Great Essence Sea Calming. However, the Great Sage was besieged and killed by his enemies during the fight for the Saint's Tomb. The remaining twelve Divine Pearls can only be in the tomb if they are in Xuandu City …"
Yang Jian sighed. "Is that a dangerous place?"
"Those who enter the tomb will die."
"Yes." Yang Jian sat there and kept weighing. On one hand, there was the 'temptation' of the Dharma artifact to protect him. On the other hand, there was the consideration of his own life.
"Xinke."
"Husband, I'm here …"
"Actually, I feel that I've walked all the way from the ancient road of Kunlun Mountain. I have the providence and the protection of my master and sect. Every step seems dangerous, but in fact, it's more daunting than dangerous."
Ao Xinke's face darkened, but she still forced a smile and looked at Yang Jian.
"I knew I wouldn't be able to persuade you."
Yang Jian smiled and patted the back of her hand. "I also want to experience some hardships. If I'm only protected by Master and the sect, how can I have the confidence to say that I can comprehend the ninth level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art when I reach the Greater Mastery of the Primordial Return realm?"
Ao Xinke took the initiative to lean over. Yang Jian hugged her tightly and comforted her softly.
Outside the tent, in the cloud, Yuding Zhenren and Great Daoist Master Xuan Du, who were drinking wine, had not moved for a long time.
After Yang Jian covered the tent with Xuanqi, the couple went to the small bed to "rest". Only then did Yuding Zhenren take the initiative to raise the wine bottle. "In a few days, I'll entrust this disciple of mine to you, Senior Brother."
Xuan Du waved his hand and shook his head. "Don't say that. I just want to get a powerful helper to search for some treasures with me."
Although he said that, it was still for Yang Jian's benefit. Yuding Zhenren drank it in one gulp and sighed.
Xuan Du smiled and said, "You still can't bear to let go? Are you going to protect the Dao Protector for him to become a Saint? "
"Becoming a Saint is so ethereal." Yuding Zhenren smiled bitterly. "The Primordial Dao laws are incomplete. The opportunity to become a Saint in the Xuandu City is like a poisonous thing that can't be contaminated. I no longer have such thoughts."
"Yo, is this still the obsessed immortal who cried and shouted about the injustice of the world and the disorderly Dao laws?"
"No way." Yuding raised his eyebrows. Xuan Du was slightly stunned.
After looking at Yuding Zhenren quietly for a moment, Xuan Du could not help but laugh. "It seems that your personality has really changed a lot after you accepted Yang Jian as your disciple."
"Perhaps I was too obsessed previously and nothing else could enter my ears."
Yuding said in a low voice, "What I'm thinking about now is to see this world stabilize before I take the last step."
The corners of Xuan Du's mouth twitched. "Isn't it good to live?"
"Then why do you live?"
"Can you bear to give up your Dao?"
"If I can't become a Saint, I'll sacrifice my body to the Dao and leave a trace of the opportunity to become a Saint."
Xuan Du immediately stopped smiling and looked at Yuding with respect. He said seriously, "Junior Brother Yuding, are you still taking in disciples? Why don't I acknowledge you as my master again? Can you impart the Great Dao you cultivate to me? "
Yuding Zhenren did not know whether to laugh or cry. Great Daoist Master Xuan Du laughed out loud. Naturally, he was joking.
In fact, Yuding Zhenren's meaning was very obvious. He had been planning that a long time ago.
If Yang Jian could not become a Saint with his body, Yuding would cripple Yang Jian's cultivation level and let Yang Jian cultivate the Essence Soul Dao from the beginning. He would cultivate the cultivation technique that he had created and then push Yang Jian to the peak of the Essence Soul Dao.
That opportunity was left for his disciple and also for the "Dao" that had always been by his side.
"Ha …" Xuan Du drank a mouthful of wine and sighed like a mortal. He smiled and said, "Spirit or Dao, which one desires to transcend more?"
"Who can say for sure?"
The two of them looked at each other and smiled before continuing to drink.
At their realm, it was really difficult to find a fellow Daoist who could understand each other's Dao hearts.
Perfected Taiyi did not count. He was a good friend who had accumulated a deep friendship bit by bit.
…
The next day, a chaotic phenomenon appeared in front of Tong Pass. A golden dragon that was about to collapse slowly flew into the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
On the city wall of Tong Pass, many officials of the Shang Dynasty knelt down. The peerlessly beautiful demon fox, Daji, was dressed in a plain dress. She stood on the altar on the city wall and asked for the protection of the ancestors on behalf of Di Xin.
The Ten Thousand Immortal Array immediately changed. The immortals of Jie School seemed to have more confidence. Their Dharma powers inexplicably felt lighter.
Hiroshige rushed over and found Yang Jian. "When can King Wu arrive here?"
"Nine days at the earliest," Yang Jian said in a low voice.
Hiroshige said, "Can't you use Dharma spells to summon King Wu's ceremonial guard?"
"I've tried it previously, but King Wu's destiny did not follow. It seems that King Wu has to walk this path personally in order to bring the destiny of the Zhou Nation over."
Yang Jian explained. Hiroshige began to pace back and forth.
After a while, Hiroshige said, "How about this? Bring a few disciples who are good at controlling the wind over and use their Dharma powers to create a large river. Let King Wu ride the boat smoothly! That way, he will be able to travel thousands of miles in a day. "
Yang Jian pondered for a while and sighed. "I'll bring someone to try now. Coincidentally, there are many elders of the Dragons hiding here. I'll get them to help."
"Alright, hurry up and do it."
Hiroshige left in a hurry. He seemed to be quite busy.
Yang Jian did not dare to delay. He told Ao Xinke about it. Ao Xinke nodded and agreed that it was feasible. As long as they found a suitable upstream water vein, they would be able to do it in two to four hours.
The old dragons, who had been staying in the Zhou Army until they were about to rot, could finally find something to do. All of them rode the clouds and flew towards the west. They were rather enthusiastic.
Yang Jian went to the Azure Dragon Pass to meet King Wu. After telling him about the matter, King Wu checked his body.
"Recently, His Majesty has been in a coma for three hours before waking up …"
"It's fine. His Majesty's life will definitely not be in danger."
Yang Jian was actually hiding something in his heart.
The Nine Revolutions Golden Pill was only a healing medicine. It could not allow one to ascend. Mortals who were cured were still mortals.
However, the medicinal properties of the Six Soul Banner and the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill resisted each other. Even if it was only a weak wisp, it would still affect King Wu's soul slightly.
This was a bad thing because after King Wu's apotheosis ended, he would probably only have a dozen years of lifespan left.
This was also a good thing because King Wu yearned for the Dao of Immortals. After this ordeal and the reincarnation of the Human Emperor, his cultivation path after reincarnation would be smooth.
Everything had its pros and cons.
Half a day later, dozens of large ships sailed along the newly opened canal, braving the wind and waves.
Fortunately, Yang Jian was on the ship and helped King Wu recuperate his body for the past few days.
The monarch and minister stood at the bow of the ship and looked at the mountain that had been split open in front of them. King Wu was quite speechless.
"This is the power of an immortal."
"His Majesty, the path of cultivation is actually quite interesting."
"In this life, I have to work hard for the people of the world, so I won't think about cultivation." King Wu chuckled, his tone was also joking. "After I reincarnate in a hundred years, how about the Prime Minister accept me as a disciple?"
Yang Jian nodded with a smile. "Okay, then your Majesty will have to rank after that girl Zixia."
"Of course." King Wu chuckled. "I have a fairy senior sister and a Prime Minister like master … That kind of life really makes me yearn for it."
"His Majesty, take care of the present."
"Don't worry, Prime Minister." King Wu caressed the hilt of his sword. "If I don't avenge my elder brother, the South Continent will not be at peace. Didn't the Prime Minister often say that cultivation is for peace of mind? "
Yang Jian nodded with a smile and looked ahead.
"His Majesty, before cultivation, let's first see the two strongest cultivation forces in the world fight."
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