Yang Jian suddenly turned around, but there was no one behind him. There were no Dao runes, aura, or essence energy fluctuations.
His cultivation level was not low now, so his spiritual perception would not casually sense anything …
It was clearly a hostility that hated him to the extreme, but he could not sense where the hostility came from. That made Yang Jian feel uncomfortable.
Carrying Heavenly Flame Daoist, Yang Jian quickly flew towards the South Continent. However, not long after his figure flew out, he felt a resistance.
A wave of resistance came from all directions.
It was as if he was an uninvited guest who had forcefully squeezed into a crowded street.
The wind blew in his face, and the Essence Energy seemed to be absorbed by his mystic body unhappily. The clouds moved in all directions …
What's wrong?
A huge question mark surfaced in Yang Jian's heart.
Fortunately, he cultivated his mystic body and physical body. If he was an Essence Soul cultivator, he would probably be crying from anxiety.
After thinking about it for a while, before Yang Jian landed at Tong Pass, he finally understood what had happened to him.
Killing the Dao Ancestor who had merged with the Heavenly Dao was equivalent to killing half of the Heavenly Dao. Now, the Heavenly Dao of this world regarded him as an enemy.
The Heavenly Dao should not have such "emotions". It should follow the "indicators" of luck, negative karma, merit, and other "indicators" to send down Heavenly Punishment or good fortune. Therefore, the Heavenly Dao could not do anything to Yang Jian because of his luck and the merit accumulated in the Great God-Conferment Tribulation.
However, even if it could not punish Yang Jian, it could express its hostility and displeasure to Yang Jian, obstruct Yang Jian's cultivation path, and increase Yang Jian's bad luck and reduce his luck. It was something that the Heavenly Dao could do at will.
Moreover, the Heavenly Dao had already started to do …
Yang Jian could clearly sense that his luck was being weakened …
"This!"
Yang Jian could not help but support his forehead with one hand. If this continued, would he become the "jinx" of the Celestial Court?
Looking down at Heavenly Flame Daoist in his hand, Yang Jian could not care too much. He barged into Tongguan, which had already been captured by the Zhou army. He barged into a private room in a restaurant and laid Heavenly Flame Daoist flat. He began to enter Xuanqi to heal him.
As soon as Yang Jian Xuanqi entered Heavenly Flame Daoist's body, the shadow of a huge bell enveloped him and separated Yang Jian's Xuanqi.
At that moment, Yang Jian was no longer surprised by the treasure spirit. He cupped his hands at the bell and said, "Don't worry. I'm treating Heavenly Flame Daoist, not hurting him."
The Eastern Emperor Bell seemed to be able to recognize Yang Jian's aura. A strand of will was transmitted into Yang Jian's heart. It was steady, magnanimous, and had a hint of pride.
"Thank you."
Yang Jian forced a smile. Although he was a little shocked, this was the first time Numinous Treasure had used such clear words to communicate with him directly!
He took out two Spirit Pills from his master and fed them to Heavenly Flame Daoist. He then used Xuanqi to restore Heavenly Flame Daoist's broken body. After working for half a day, Heavenly Flame Daoist finally opened his eyes weakly.
At that time, it was already half a month after the Ten Thousand Immortal Array. The Zhou army had captured Tongguan five days ago. King Wu's lethargy had naturally healed when the Six Soul Banner had transformed into the Pangu Banner.
The Zhou army was unparalleled and threatened Chaoge City behind Tongguan.
It did not matter if Yang Jian delayed for half a day.
"Killed?"
Heavenly Flame Daoist asked in a hoarse voice. There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
"Yes," Yang Jian replied. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand in front of you safely. Qianhong probably won't let you go."
Heavenly Flame Daoist held his forehead with his hands and sat up. He coughed weakly.
A little blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. At that moment, he seemed to be inferior to a mortal.
"Did you really kill him?"
His black gem-like eyes stared at Yang Jian. At that moment, he was no longer as mysterious and unfathomable as before. He was less proud and aloof, and he no longer had the calmness of being in control of everything.
Yang Jian nodded heavily and said, "Just look at my current state and you should know what the result will be."
Heavenly Flame Daoist frowned and stared at Yang Jian. Then, he suddenly laughed non-stop, and a layer of hazy mist appeared in his eyes …
"It's good that you've been killed, it's good that you've been killed! Cough, cough, cough … "
Afraid that this fellow would faint from being too excited, Yang Jian said, "Heal your injuries first. Help me think of a way to resolve this situation."
"Wait for me for a moment."
Heavenly Flame Daoist said. His left hand held the Chaos Bell with some difficulty and flicked the wall of the bell.
The Chaos Bell made a crisp sound and disappeared with Heavenly Flame Daoist in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jian frowned and waited for a moment. A Dao rune circulated in the narrow house, and Heavenly Flame Daoist appeared out of thin air again. It was as if he had become a different person. He had regained his usual temperament.
However, Heavenly Flame Daoist was not wearing a cloak today.
"Your injuries have healed?" Yang Jian asked in surprise.
"After healing for 30,000 years, I've finally recovered 30% of my Dharma powers. That's not bad." There was a hint of loneliness in Heavenly Flame Daoist's eyes. He made an inviting gesture to Yang Jian. "I came as promised. Sit down first … I thought you would order some mortal food and wine."
30,000 years was just a short moment?
Yang Jian finally understood how terrifying the Chaos Bell was. He could not help but recall the scene of Daoist Qianhong being suppressed by thousands of Chaos Bells.
Although Heavenly Flame Daoist had been born more than 1,000 years ago, with the Chaos Bell in his hand, he had probably lived for countless years.
He could not help but ask, "How long did you prepare to plot against Daoist Qianhong?"
"Tens of thousands of years … Ah." Heavenly Flame Daoist shook his head and sighed. Then, he revealed a relieved expression. "I was originally the incarnation of Pangu's will. I was also the 'dissatisfied' obsession of the Heavenly Dao towards Hong Jun. I was considered a living being, but not a living being."
"From the moment I was born until now, or in the future, all I have to do is protect this world on behalf of Father."
Yang Jian felt a little emotional when he heard that. He sat on the seat beside Heavenly Flame Daoist and said, "In that case, you should have a way to change my current situation, right?"
"No."
Heavenly Flame Daoist's answer was straightforward. Yang Jian was speechless for a moment.
"Then why did you come back!?!"
"Naturally, I'm here to watch you make a fool of yourself."
Yang Jian's molars were a little sore. He snorted and stood up. "In that case, goodbye."
"Brother Yang, wait." Heavenly Flame Daoist smiled and said, "Although I only borrowed your hand, you were indeed the one who killed the Dao Ancestor. It is reasonable for the Heavenly Dao to reject you. However, you only need to find some array formations and Dharma artifacts that can deceive the Heavenly Dao so that the Heavenly Dao can't find you. Then, you will not have to worry. "
Yang Jian's eyes lit up. He replied to Heavenly Flame Daoist angrily, "Thank you."
Then, he took out a small piece of jade from his Black Tortoise Belt and wrapped it around his arm with an immortal rope.
The feeling of someone staring at his neck with a dagger in his hand had really disappeared.
"This is just a temporary measure." Heavenly Flame Daoist reminded Yang Jian. "If you are abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, your luck will be weak at the beginning. In the future, you will be punished by the heavens and will harm your friends and family."
Yang Jian frowned. He was also worried about that.
"Is there really no way to resolve it?"
"Now, the Four Saints should be in charge of the Heavenly Dao. However, the Four Saints can only repair the Heavenly Dao and can't control it as they wish like Qianhong. You only need to wait for the Four Saints to complete their control of the Heavenly Dao. Then, you can resolve this problem."
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. "In that case, I'll wait."
Heavenly Flame Daoist said faintly, "The current Heavenly Dao is not the Heavenly Dao that Qianhong used during the Dao Integration. If the Four Saints want to completely control it, they will definitely have to wait until your family suffers."
"Then tell me what to do!" Yang Jian glared at Heavenly Flame Daoist hatefully. He felt that it was better for this fellow to be unconscious.
"Hahahaha!"
Heavenly Flame Daoist laughed again. He stood up and walked to Yang Jian's side. He looked at Yang Jian.
"Actually, it's very simple. You just need to leave the Primordial World temporarily."
Leave?
Yang Jian wanted to say something but hesitated. Heavenly Flame Daoist continued, "There's only one last thing left for the God-Conferment matter. It'll be over in a month or two. According to your current situation, you can only stay in the Primordial World for a hundred days at most. After a hundred days, the Heavenly Dao will definitely punish you and those who are close to you. "
"How dare it!"
"Why wouldn't it dare?" Heavenly Flame Daoist sighed softly. "Luck is actually the most unpredictable thing. Perhaps your cute sister made a mistake when she was cultivating. Perhaps your mother would be blinded by pollen when she was watering the flowers …"
Yang Jian clenched his fists and glared at Heavenly Flame Daoist for a while. At that moment, he really wanted to ask him …
How many benefits did Uncle-Master Xuan Du give you!?!
This was forcing him to end the God-Conferment Battle as soon as possible and rush to the Xuandu City to be a "gatekeeper" …
That's not right. Why did he suddenly feel that he had been schemed against by Xuan Du from the beginning to the end?
The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du must have understood the entire situation of the plan to kill Qian Hong. He must also know that Yang Jian needed to trigger Pangu's will and use the three treasures to condense the Heaven-Splitting Axe …
If he personally killed the Dao Ancestor, he would definitely be abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du had really planned everything well.
"What are you thinking about?"
Heavenly Flame Daoist asked from the side. It was rather interesting to see the change in Yang Jian's expression.
"It's fine. I'll admit defeat." Yang Jian regained his composure and asked, "How long will it take for the four Saints to control the Heavenly Dao?"
"The fastest is ten thousand years. The slowest is indescribable."
Ten thousand years?
Ten thousand years?
Yang Jian clenched his fists. Indeed, he could not accept the fact that he had been fooled by the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du from the beginning to the end!
Sooner or later, I'll beat this Uncle-Master up to vent my anger!
At this point, it was useless to curse. Yang Jian calmed himself down and looked at Heavenly Flame Daoist.
"Where are you going next?"
"I'll cultivate." Heavenly Flame Daoist looked at Tongguan, where half of the Zhou Army was stationed. He said in a low voice, "There are so many living beings. There has to be a Saint protecting them."
Yang Jian shook his head and said, "Take care." He used his escape technique and went to the Martial King's palace.
A hundred days …
It was just a hundred days. How long could he accompany his family?
Speaking of which, he was now a "physique" that was "despised" by the Heavenly Dao. The more he interacted with him, the more unlucky he would be.
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