Yang Jian was originally interested in the Dao of puppets. However, after hearing the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's voice transmission, he could only dispel the thought in his heart regretfully.
The Dao of Puppets was only a small Dao in the Primordial World, but it was rather popular in the Grand Essence Era.
In that glorious era of Daoist cultivation, the young Daoist cultivators of the major clans were too embarrassed to go out and wander around without a few Daira puppets as their protectors.
However, the Dao of Puppets was not the Great Dao of Sainthood. During the Tai Su Era, the Dao Laws were perfected. The Heavenly Dao that protected Tai Su had reached the peak of Order. The 49 Great Daos had long appeared in the world of Tai Su.
Without being able to become a Sage, the Dao of Puppetry could only be considered a minor Dao.
There was a genius who was immersed in the Dao of Puppetry. He was unwilling to accept this, so he wholeheartedly searched for the Dao of Puppetry. In the end, he lost his mind and used his own Dao body to forge a puppet. Although he broke through the Demi-Saint Realm, he still could not become a saint.
This person was the old man who was sitting in the corner of the wall and pondering.
"You and I still don't know how Tai Su was destroyed. Moreover, this senior has long lost his mind. He can only create puppets on his own, just like a real puppet."
The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's voice transmission stopped after a sigh.
The only senior expert who was proficient in the Dao of Puppets was clearly in a chaotic state of mind. The Dao of Puppets was probably beyond his reach.
Perhaps if he spent some time pondering, with so many puppet 'samples' in front of him, he would definitely gain something over the years. However, Yang Jian really did not dare to waste his time on this path.
If he had such skills, he might as well cultivate the Eight Nine Arcane Art to the Grand Returning Realm and try to condense the Mysterious Yellow Immortal Body as soon as possible.
Speaking of the Mysterious Skill Realm, Yang Jian had recently faintly sensed that his Returning to Great Divinity Realm seemed to have reached a sufficient level of attainment and could attempt to condense the Mysterious Yellow Body.
However, this was only the threshold of the eighth level of cultivation. As usual, the seventh level still had two stages: perfection and limit. Yang Jian had persevered all the way, so he couldn't just give up at this time.
Perhaps when the thirty-six Sea Calming Divine Pearls were gathered in his mystic body, it would be the day when the Rebirth Realm would officially touch the limit of breaking through.
Then came the problem …
How could he break through the seventh level?
Back then, when he broke through the limit of the fifth level, the pain of being pierced by the seventy-two steel nails of the Xuan Gang made Yang Jian's hair stand on end.
Although the mysterious technique left behind by Pangu was powerful, it would be dangerous if one did not have the willpower to withstand it.
The Realm of Returning to Great Divinity allowed the Primordial Spirit and the body of the cultivator to perfectly fuse, and then take another step to achieve the Mysterious Yellow Body. Once the Mysterious Yellow Body was achieved, it would be the Mysterious Yellow Immortal Body, and this was the final realm of the Mysterious Yellow Technique.
What was Black Yellow?
Black was the color of the sky, and yellow was the color of the earth. Black and yellow were heaven and earth.
The extreme of Yang Jian's cultivation of the Eight Nine Mysteries seemed to have reached the point of being immortal in this world. If he took another step forward, he would step out of this world and become a true Saint of the Great Path.
Unfortunately, this step was too difficult. Yuding Zhenren was the best example.
The demented old man at the foot of the city wall could also be considered as an example …
Yang Jian was lost in thought as he looked at the bottom of the city wall. His heart was filled with mixed feelings, and his mind was full of wild and fanciful thoughts. Unconsciously, a small hand wrapped in white muslin was swaying in front of him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Oh, nothing." Yang Jian came to his senses and cupped his hands at Puppet Fourteen. "I have gained something from my cultivation, so I will take my leave today. Thank you … Thank you for your guidance, miss."
"Miss? What is that? "
Yang Jian was speechless for a moment. He smiled and said, "It's a respectful title for you."
"A respectful title." Puppet Fourteen chuckled. He did not know how the puppet master did it, but his voice was really pleasant to the ear.
Puppet Fourteen also cupped his hands and said to Yang Jian, "Goodbye, miss."
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly. He always felt that this Puppet Fourteen was either too simple-minded or too black-bellied to make him happy …
After flying back into the ninth array, Yang Jian returned to Ao Xinke's side, sat cross-legged, yawned, and began to cultivate with his eyes closed.
He did not know when the Spirit Clan army outside would retreat, but when they had defeated a few batches of reinforcements, they should know the difficulty and retreat.
Would it take a few months, a few years, or decades?
Yang Jian did not know either. Fortunately, he cultivated in peace. The spiritual energy there was abundant, and although the Dao laws were distorted, there seemed to be another mysterious realm. He might be able to gain some benefits from comprehending more.
Quietly, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke began to cultivate there. One was pondering the advancement method of mystical techniques, while the other was studying the Palm Soul mystical ability that the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du had given him.
The Spirit Lord of Fog suddenly stood there, feeling awkward. However, the struggle in his eyes gradually turned into helplessness and obedience …
The mystical ability that Ao Xinke was cultivating at that moment was considered a fatal weakness for the Chaos Spirits. Its effect was not to make the Chaos Spirits be controlled by others, but to continuously blur their minds and gradually make them lose the will to resist.
It was not wrong to say that it was vicious.
Just half a day later, a weak mysterious aura appeared around Yang Jian, and Yang Jian's figure slowly floated in the aura.
That aura was like a ray of light at the beginning of the primordial world. It was also like the smoke rising from the chimneys of a mortal village in the South Continent at dusk …
The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du was clearly alarmed by the Dao runes that Yang Jian was cultivating. His figure silently appeared behind Yang Jian. After carefully comprehending it for a while, he turned around and left with a thoughtful expression.
The Great Daoist Master of Fog, who should be a peerless beauty, did not look at him at all.
There was no time limit for cultivation. In the blink of an eye, a few months had passed since Yang Jian fell into cultivation.
If not for the earth-shattering explosion on the outermost city wall of the Xuandu City, Yang Jian would probably not have broken free from the realm of Dao enlightenment.
Yang Jian and Ao Xinke opened their eyes and stood up almost at the same time. Before Ao Xinke could say anything, Yang Jian immediately said, "Wait here. I'll go outside to take a look."
"Yes," Ao Xinke replied and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
The Spirit Master of Fog, who was at the side, seemed to be disdainful of Yang Jian's overbearing behavior. However, he only revealed a slight expression and did not dare to say anything.
Yang Jian took a step forward and soared into the sky. He passed through the eight array formations and arrived at the outermost city wall.
The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du was standing in front of the ninth array formation. He stood in the air with his hands behind his back. From afar, he looked indescribably carefree.
Outside the array formation, more than ten figures were attacking the array formation together. All of them had astonishing auras. There was a figure wrapped in black Qi, and the Dao runes surrounding him were the most terrifying.
Black Spirit Master.
"You're here?" The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's calm voice floated over. Yang Jian's figure had already landed beside Xuan Du.
Yang Jian asked, "Can they break the outermost array formation?"
"They can, but they can't." Xuan Du shook his head. "If they work together and have the intention to risk their lives without holding back, they can barely break this array formation. Unfortunately, all of them have ulterior motives. How can they be willing to use their full strength? "
Yang Jian could not help but chuckle when he heard that.
"Uncle-Master, are you still hoping that someone can break the array formation?"
Unexpectedly, Xuan Du said, "Of course. Teacher only ordered me to guard the Xuandu City. If they don't attack, I can only watch helplessly … Tsk, I'm not happy. I'm really not happy."
Yang Jian was rendered speechless.
Alright, he more or less understood the bitterness of an old immortal who had been suppressed there for a few Yuanhui.
Looking at the formation outside, Yang Jian began to think about how to plot against the Four Spirit Worlds.
If he wanted to subdue the Four Spirit Worlds, he naturally had to start from the Fog Spirit World.
As long as the Lord of the Fog Spirit returned to the Fog Spirit World and stabilized the experts of the Fog Spirit World, Yang Jian only needed to secretly knock the experts of the Fog Spirit World unconscious and use his mystical ability to control the Spirit Core to restrain them. The Fog Spirit World could then silently become his first team.
Yang Jian was thinking about how to let the Lord of the Fog Spirit return to the Fog Spirit World safely.
After thinking about it, it seemed that the only feasible option was to injure oneself to gain the confidence of others.
"Martial uncle, I've thought of a way to let the Spirit Lord of Fog sneak back into the Spirit Fog World."
Xuan Du looked at Yang Jian in surprise. "When did you become so hardworking? I didn't even urge you, and you're already planning such a big thing! "
Yang Jian pretended that he did not hear it. He quietly watched the dozen Chaotic creatures and the Untainted Land cultivators attack the formation.
Xuan Du laughed awkwardly and took the initiative to come over. "What is it? Just tell me. If it's feasible, I'll do my best to help you. How about it?"
So this guy didn't want to help at first!
Yang Jian was so angry that he laughed. He told Xuan Du his plan in detail. Xuan Du thought for a while, nodded and shook his head. “
"That's a good idea, but we'll have to wait for some time. How about this …"
And so on and so forth. When Xuan Du made some slight changes to Yang Jian's plan, the Martial Uncle and the Martial Nephew started to discuss. Sometimes, they would argue with each other when they had different opinions, but they didn't really fight.
Outside the Xuandu City's array formation, countless eyes were fixed on the colorful array formation. The experts who kept attacking also noticed that the power of the array formation was gradually fading, as if they saw the opportunity to rush into the Xuandu City.
Little did they know that it might not be a good thing if the outermost layer of the array formation was really broken by them …
Another half a month later.
With the continuous attacks of more than ten Four Spirit Masters, the colorful array formation of the Xuandu City became dimmer and dimmer.
The counterattack in the array became more and more intense, and there were many counterattacks that were aimed at the dozen people standing in front of the array formation.
No matter how they looked at it, no matter how they calculated, the scene in front of them seemed to prove that the array formation of the Xuandu City could not hold on for long …
Among the dozen or so experts outside the array formation, four were quasi-saints under the Spirit Lord of Fog. A few were guest elders of the Chaos Spirit Race, and a few were trusted aides of the other three Spirit Masters.
Among them, the Black Spirit Master, who was always wrapped in black gas and could not be seen, was the strongest and had the most mystical abilities. He seemed to have the power to fight the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du.
Logically speaking, the Four Spirit Masters should know that there was more than one layer of the Xuandu City's array formation. However, they were still working hard. It was somewhat strange.
Yang Jian asked the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du about that, but he did not explain in detail.
Perhaps, if the Four Spirit Masters could break through the outermost array formation of the Xuandu City, they could wave their arms and summon more experts among the Chaos living beings. Countless experts would also swarm over.
"Uncle-Master, there are no Saints among these Chaos living beings, right?"
Yang Jian asked worriedly.
Xuan Du smiled. "Do you think the Saint realm can be broken just like that? It's not easy to cultivate in the Chaos. It's thousands of times easier to cultivate in the Primordial World than here. Aren't there only six!?! "
Only then did Yang Jian feel relieved.
After witnessing a battle between Sages, Yang Jian finally knew how powerful their opponents were.
"Prepare to attack," Xuan Du instructed with a straight face. Yang Jian looked at the thinning wall of light and nodded gently. He slowly retreated behind the second array formation.
Behind the second array formation, the Spirit Lord of Fog was kneeling there. His gentle gaze did not waver.
"Do as I say. Don't cause any trouble."
"Don't worry, Master."
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