Everything was difficult at the beginning, especially when it came to establishing a foundation.
Yang Jian knew that if he wanted to establish a faction in the Chaos Sea, he had to do it step by step and steadily. He had to put in endless effort.
It was easier said than done.
Just subduing the Four Spirit Worlds made Yang Jian at a loss for what to do. Fortunately, he had captured the Spirit Lord of Fog previously and could use it to make plans.
After thinking about it, he had to rely on the method of controlling the Spirit Core of the Spirit Race.
Xuan Du and Yang Jian talked for three to four days. Yang Jian felt dizzy. Fortunately, Ao Xinke helped to record it.
When Xuan Du's mouth was dry, he said that he would find some spiritual spring water to drink. With his hands behind his back, he rode the wind and floated away in the Xuandu City. Yang Jian sat there and digested what Xuan Du had said. For a moment, his mind was in a mess.
"Husband, why don't I call some experts from the clan to help?"
"You can't always rely on your family." Yang Jian smiled and shook his head. "The Chaos Sea is not like the Primordial World. Don't let the Dragons suffer too many losses. Conquering the Chaos Spirit Race is still to nurture the Chaos Spirit Race's forces. "
Ao Xinke nodded gently and looked at the Spirit Lord of Fog, who was still sleeping soundly. She said, "This chess piece can be used."
"There's no hurry to let the Spirit Lord of Fog return to the Spirit Fog World. We have to find an opportunity to make the Spirit Race not suspect her." Yang Jian's eyes were filled with fear. "Especially the Black Spirit Lord. I have a feeling that he's our biggest problem."
"Husband, do you want to show off in the Chaos Sea?"
Yang Jian nodded and smiled. "Since I have the orders of the Saint, I can't return to the Primordial World recently. Moreover, this is also a method to deal with the Great Tribulation in the future …"
Ao Xinke looked at Yang Jian. Although her words were gentle, there was a force that could drill into Yang Jian's heart.
"If you have made up your mind, I will definitely help you wholeheartedly. However, you have to be prepared. "
"Oh? What preparations? "
Ao Xinke said in a low voice, "In order to subdue the Three Realms, the Jade Emperor led the Skyward Pavilion to battle in the Three Thousand Worlds. Countless lives were lost. If you want to take in the various races of the Primal Chaos, the disaster of war will be even greater than that of the Skyward Pavilion. Are you really okay with that? "
Hearing this, Yang Jian's face was a little gloomy, and he did not speak for a long time.
Then, Yang Jian stood up and slowly exhaled.
"When a man stands in the world, there are things he should do and things he should not do," Yang Jian said calmly. "As long as I know my own heart and have no selfish feelings, so what if I have to kill nearly half of the living beings in the Chaos Sea to turn the scattered sand into a solid city outside the Primordial World?"
Ao Xinke frowned slightly as she stared at Yang Jian's figure.
"Didn't my husband say that he would choose a place to live in seclusion after becoming a god?"
When Yang Jian heard that, he did not know how to answer. He could only sigh and face Ao Xinke, who was sitting on the meditation cushion. He did not say anything for a long time.
He said that he was going to live in seclusion because he was helpless and tired.
Now, Yang Jian had an inexplicable urge. He wanted to make a name for himself in the Chaos Sea, a place without the shadow of the Saints, without the shadow of his sect, and without Erlang Shen's original fate. He wanted to make a name for himself and establish a foundation.
There was no Celestial Court here. The influence of the Dao Sect was only limited to that place and the Xuandu City.
In that place, no one would mention the disciples of the Dao Sect and Perfected Lord Erlang. They would call him by his name, the name that he had used since he was born.
Without any worries, he was willing to give it his all.
He would burn some blood and sweat to see which corner of the Chaos Sea he could walk to!
Even if this trip to the Primordial World was just a ridiculous dream, he needed to shine with some light that belonged to him in this strange dream!
Yang Jian said for no reason, "I actually just want people to know that I've been here."
"Husband …"
Yang Jian smiled and said, "I also want to use this opportunity to roam the world and see if I can make a name for myself."
"Yes." Ao Xinke smiled and replied, "I'll think about the mystical ability that Uncle-Master gave me first."
"I'll go around the city. Perhaps the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl will run out on its own."
Ao Xinke instructed, "Don't take risks easily."
"Yes, don't worry."
Yang Jian raised his hand and pointed at the Spirit Lord of Fog. He said, "Wake up and protect my wife. Don't resist my wife's words."
The Spirit Lord of Fog's body trembled. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Yang Jian in despair. She slowly stood up and stood beside Ao Xinke.
He did not know how binding the method of controlling the spirit core was. Yang Jian had left a trace of Xuanqi on Ao Xinke. If the Spirit Lord of Fog attacked, he could rush back quickly.
However, Ao Xinke's cultivation level was still above the Spirit Lord of Fog. Even if the latter attacked, he would only be suppressed by Princess Wan Zhi.
When Ao Xinke entered meditation, Yang Jian shook his sleeves and walked in the air. He walked towards the Xuandu City leisurely.
He seemed relaxed, but he was actually very nervous. After all, there were many restrictions in the Xuandu City. Some of them could even hurt Saints, let alone a "small shrimp" like him who had just come out of the Primordial World.
Restrictions and array formations were actually two similar but different Great Dao. The former was mostly used for refining artifacts, while the latter was mostly used for setting up array formations.
The Xuandu City was actually considered a forbidden land. The remaining array formations were called restrictions by cultivators. It was not wrong.
Relatively speaking, the Dao of restrictions was more complicated. Most of the restrictions there were products of the Grand Essence Era. It was rather novel to Yang Jian.
Naturally, he was just blindly guessing. He did not want to be the best archaeologist in the Primordial World.
After walking for a long time, his spiritual perception did not fluctuate, and his mystic body was fine.
That made Yang Jian feel a little depressed. He was used to being blessed in the Primordial World. With the protection of powerful luck, he could encounter opportunities just by strolling around.
However, after strolling around the Xuandu City for half a day, he did not even see a single ray of treasure light, let alone treasures.
'They must have been collected by Uncle-Master Xuan Du.'
Yang Jian pursed his lips and felt that Xuan Du was "fat". He wanted to find an opportunity to dig out some bones from between Uncle-Master Xuan Du's teeth …
After walking around half of the Xuandu City, Yang Jian turned around and went to take a look at his wife. He saw that Ao Xinke was focused on deducing the mystical ability that Xuan Du had taught her. The Spirit Lord of the Fog was like a cold maidservant. She stood there and kept looking around. She was really doing her best to protect her.
Yang Jian said softly, "Such a mystical ability can actually steal people's minds. If it falls into the hands of evil people, it will really be a disaster …"
Yang Jian paused and shook his head continuously. He turned around and flew towards the periphery of the Xuandu City.
The ninth array formation did not stop him. Instead, it was a little close to him. It should have been set up by Xuan Du previously.
He did not continue forward. Instead, he landed on a spot on the city wall. The four quasi-saint puppets opened their eyes at the same time and looked at Yang Jian.
It was unbelievable that the puppets could reach the quasi-saint realm.
The four quasi-saint puppets had their own characteristics.
One of them looked like a burly man with two huge copper hammers in his hands. The copper hammers were emitting a shocking murderous aura. They were actually extraordinary treasures.
The burly man only glanced at Yang Jian and continued to stand in the middle. He did not move at all.
The other was a woman wrapped in several layers of gauze. Her entire body was wrapped tightly, revealing only a pair of intelligent eyes, mouth, and nose.
At that moment, it was looking at Yang Jian curiously with a hint of eagerness in its eyes.
There was another one that was dozens of feet tall. Its upper body had six heads and twelve arms. Its body was engraved with complicated arrays. Its lower body was a cylindrical cylinder, like the barrel of a giant cannon. However, it was stuck on the city wall.
The behemoth slowly moved its huge body. Its face that was carved with arrays revealed a slight smile and even waved at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian cupped his hands and returned the greeting. For a moment, he did not know how to greet it.
The last puppet was sitting at the corner of the city wall. It was an old Taoist wearing a loose robe. His long hair was messy and he was holding two pieces of wood in his hands. He looked at Yang Jian and then lowered his head to continue fiddling with the wood.
"Are you looking for us?"
A voice that sounded like a lark drilled into his ears. Yang Jian quickly nodded and looked at the quasi-saint skeleton that spoke.
It was the puppet that was wrapped in gauze and had a figure that looked like a woman.
She took the initiative to greet him. With two steps, she crossed the layers of space and appeared in front of Yang Jian. However, she was petite and her head only reached Yang Jian's chest.
"I don't know how I should address you, senior. Please forgive me if I have been rude."
"My name is Shisi. You can call me Shisi. How should I address you? The Great Daoist Master said that you are his Disciple-Nephew. You are also here to help defend the city. "
Puppet Fourteen said softly. With just a few words, Yang Jian felt that her temperament was like that of a young girl who had never been tainted by the mortal world. She was rather pure.
"My name is Yang Jian. I'm the Great Daoist Master's Disciple-Nephew."
"Disciple-Nephew, does that mean your master is his junior brother?"
"Yes, yes."
Puppet Fourteen nodded. Its expression was concealed, and it could not be seen roughly, but its gaze was rather serious.
She raised her hand and cut open the universe. She took out a piece of wood and engraved a few simple but mysterious symbols on it.
Yang Jian asked, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm afraid that I'll forget your name. Engrave this on the pillar of my heart."
After saying that, Puppet Fourteen placed the piece of wood back into the crack. Then, she clapped her hands and sutured the Cosmic Crack.
That move really shocked Yang Jian.
Where is this place? The Xuandu City where the Cosmic Dao laws had been completely distorted! This puppet that looked like a young girl could actually cut open the universe so casually …
Indeed, the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du had once said that the puppets there all had combat power that was higher than their strength. He was not joking.
"Why are you looking for us?" Puppet Fourteen blinked and asked curiously.
"Ahem, it's like this." Yang Jian sighed in his heart. He was really a frog in a well. These puppets were only created by others. He did not know how elegant the mighty figure who created these puppets was.
Yang Jian said honestly, "I'm quite interested in the art of puppets. I don't know how to start …"
"Oh, you want to learn how to make puppets?" The Quasi-Sage puppet seemed to have a clear understanding of herself. She pointed to the corner below the city wall and drew a big circle with her hands. "Go and ask him. We were all made by him. All the puppets in the entire Xuandu City were made by him!"
Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded.
Puppets made puppets? They could even create quasi-saint puppets?
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