The Daira realm was actually the "end" of a cultivator's path of cultivation. Only those who had broken through the beginning and end could step out of the end and enter the realm of a true expert.
Quasi-Saint.
It was impossible to investigate where that title came from and how it was decided in the Primordial World. It generally referred to the great cultivators above Daira and below the Saint.
Ever since the Primordial World was created, the Connate lifeforms in the Primordial World had taken the lead in cultivating. Many people had broken through their own Dao and entered the Quasi-Saint realm.
As time passed, chaotic living beings appeared in various parts of the Chaos Sea. The experts among them gradually entered the Quasi-Saint realm.
The current Chaos Sea, to use an inappropriate analogy, was actually a pitch-black forest that was full of danger.
The Primordial World was connected, and cultivators had never stopped communicating. Therefore, even though there were many hidden cultivators in the Primordial World, the number of Quasi-Saints could be roughly estimated.
As for the Chaos Sea, because there was no boundary and there was little communication between the various races, it was impossible to estimate the number of Chaotic living beings, let alone the number of Quasi-Saints.
However, no matter what, Quasi-Saints could be called experts.
Especially in this era, there were only six virtuous sages in the Untainted Land in the Sage Realm. Experts at the peak of Sage-to-be, such as Yuding and Xuandu, could intimidate the world.
Sage-to-be, Sage-to-be, if they were lucky enough, they could become great cultivators of the Immortal Sage Dao. But today, before Yang Jian's eyes, seven Sage-to-be were defeated and killed at the same time!
Furthermore, they had all died under the seemingly soft white gauze curtain and the numerous strips of cloth!
Quasi-Saints!
Those were seven Quasi-Saints! They were not Daira Jinxian, who was mixed in good and bad. They were all Quasi-Saints who had jumped out of their own Dao and sought an opportunity to become Saints!
Yang Jian felt his heart twitch. When he looked at Puppet Fourteen's figure again, he suddenly felt a little fearful.
He could not afford to offend her.
Puppet Fourteen's words, "Those who enter will die", were not casual words. When her ethereal voice fell, the Quasi-Saint experts who had barged into Xuandu City suffered a calamity.
Only a few of them had profound cultivation, faster reactions, or had great mystical abilities that could save their lives and escape. After leaving all sorts of injuries, they barely managed to escape …
Strands of white gauze swept past and intersected to form a net within a radius of three hundred meters. Every strand of gauze pierced through the bodies of several Sage-to-be …
They interweaved into a net, immortal blood dripping down.
The seven Quasi-Saints who couldn't escape in time were completely powerless!
The scene could be described as tragic, but there was an inexplicable sense of beauty to it. It even made one feel that the white strips of cloth arranged in a certain formation should be the best ending for the seven Sage-to-be.
The limbs and heads of the seven figures separated in the blink of an eye. The seven terrifying powers of their essence souls strangely disappeared, as if they had been swallowed by the Xuandu City. They disappeared without a trace.
Puppet 14 appeared on the spot with its back facing the seven of them. It looked outside the Xuandu City and locked onto the backs of the two figures that had just escaped.
The two Quasi-Sages turned to look and broke out in cold sweat. Their dao hearts were instantly shattered.
"What … what kind of monster is this?!"
"Let's go. The Xuandu City is not a place we can come to. The Dao Sect is indeed powerful. This must be a backup left behind by the Three Pure Ones!"
The eyes of the two Quasi-Sages were filled with fear. The Dao hearts of the Quasi-Sages, which should have been calm, were also tumbling non-stop because they had escaped death.
Apart from Yang Jian, only one or two people sensed how Puppet 14 had attacked.
When her figure disappeared in a flash, the Dao laws of the universe distorted and overlapped. Space was casually folded by her like a thin piece of paper.
Then, Puppet 14 stood beside the folded "thin paper". Two white damask flew out from her wrists and casually cut off the vitality of seven Quasi-Sages.
That was not because the cloth wrapped around Puppet 14 was a powerful treasure. It was purely because Puppet 14's control of the Dao laws of the universe had reached a rather terrifying level.
It was simply …
Yang Jian muttered softly, "The Dao of a Sage?"
Although he felt that it was impossible, Yang Jian had indeed sensed the Dao runes that he had sensed from the Three Pure Ones and Daoist Qianhong on Puppet 14.
What's going on?
Yang Jian felt a little suspicious. He raised his head to search for the figures of the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du and Lord Black Spirit. He saw that the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du was also standing in the middle of the outermost city wall of the Xuandu City. His hands were as fast as shadows as he formed some kind of seal.
When Puppet 14 appeared, Lord Black Spirit had already fled.
Previously, his Uncle-Master had said that the Xuandu City had been besieged by a large number of experts. Four to five layers of the nine-layered array formation had been broken. He had relied on the help of the four Quasi-Sage puppets to repel those experts.
Presumably, Lord Black Spirit had been among those people back then. Therefore, he had long known about the abilities of Puppet 14. That was why he had retreated so decisively.
Dao Fourteen of the Universe. Yang Jian was a little interested in the abilities of the other three Quasi-Sage puppets.
Yang Jian flew out of the array formation and looked at the one-sided massacre outside. He suddenly felt that commanding a million troops in the South Continent was not considered impressive.
"Great Daoist Master, I'll go back first."
"Go." Xuan Du's hands busied themselves. Puppet Fourteen bowed to Xuan Du, then waved at Yang Jian before disappearing on the spot.
To be honest, the moment she raised her hand, Yang Jian almost escaped with the 72 Transformations …
The broken corpses of the seven Quasi-Sages floated behind the city wall. More than ten treasures floated quietly. Yang Jian was not in a hurry to count them. He only took a look and flew to the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's side.
There was no hurry to split the spoils.
Yang Jian suddenly realized something interesting. There were six Chaos living beings and only one Primordial World cultivator among the Quasi-Sage experts who had died there.
It had to be said that the great cultivators from the Primordial World were indeed much stronger than the natives of the Chaos Sea.
As Xuan Du kept forming seals, the outermost array formation of the Xuandu City slowly opened. At that moment, a faint layer of light had already condensed.
Yang Jian stood beside the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du and watched the chaotic battle outside the city.
"How powerful …"
The scene of Puppet 14 attacking appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes and he sighed softly.
The Great Daoist Master Xuan Du smiled calmly. "Disciple-Nephew, keep working hard. One day, you will be able to have the abilities of Uncle-Master. Don't be discouraged."
Yang Jian looked at the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du and naturally sensed that his Uncle-Master did not want to talk about Puppet 14. He looked away silently and did not know what to say.
There were many secrets in the Xuandu City. The four Quasi-Sage puppets seemed to contain some kind of secret.
He had to walk step by step. He had to explore these stories step by step …
His heart skipped a beat. Yang Jian said, "Uncle-Master, I'll go hunt some spirit cores."
"Go. When you come back, clean up the corpses of these Quasi-Sages. Bury the arms and legs that you don't need."
Xuan Du said calmly, but he gave Yang Jian many benefits.
Every Quasi-Sage could not be achieved easily. Therefore, the wealth of every Quasi-Sage expert was far from what Daira Jinxian could compare to.
After the 72 transformations, Yang Jian's figure transformed into a King Bird and rushed into the chaotic battlefield.
At that moment, the puppet army had already gained the upper hand. The Black Spirit Lord had also been frightened away by Puppet 14. Yang Jian took the opportunity to kill some Chaos living beings in the Daira realm and obtain their spirit cores for future use.
He had to gather 3,000 of them as soon as possible.
The Spirit Lord of the Fog was nowhere to be seen. However, Yang Jian could vaguely sense whether the Spirit Lord of the Fog was alive or dead, as well as the general location of the Chaos Sea.
She should have been protected by her subordinates and escaped. As long as she escaped back to the Spirit Fog World, she should be able to quickly stabilize the situation with the various arrangements of the Spirit Fog World.
Coincidentally, Yang Jian could take advantage of this period of time to search for the remaining twelve Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. When the thirty-six Sea-Calming Divine Pearls were gathered, his combat strength would increase again and he would begin the mission that the Saint had given him …
He would subdue the Chaos Spirits for the Dao Sect.
After making a series of arrangements, Yang Jian realized that he was busier than during the God-Conferment Tribulation.
Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at the dragon girl who was meditating quietly in the black turtle belt. For some reason, he felt much more at ease.
Anyway, he had left an incarnation in the Primordial World. There was no need to worry about the safety of his mother and Mei Shan.
His mind was like a clear spring that flowed slowly. Although he was thinking about many messy things, Yang Jian did not show any mercy. In the blink of an eye, more than ten Daira Spirits had died under the wings of the King Bird. Yang Jian had snatched their spirit cores and destroyed the souls in the spirit cores.
Is this the determination to kill?
In fact, it was just that Yang Jian had cultivated for a long time and had seen too many life and death situations. His Dao heart had become stronger and stronger, so he would not have too many mental fluctuations.
After all, he had killed countless fellow immortals of Jie School. If Yang Jian was not more ruthless, he would have long driven himself crazy.
"Retreat!"
Master Black Spirit's hoarse voice came from the Chaos Sea. At that moment, more than half of the Chaos living beings that had died immediately dispersed. The battleships flew chaotically, and streams of light exploded. They rushed back to the Chaos Sea crazily.
Yang Jian followed the puppet army and killed for a while. When the puppet army stopped, he stabilized his body and did not rush around alone.
After counting his gains, Yang Jian had obtained a total of 136 Spirit Cores. That was not bad.
The puppet army did not return to the Xuandu City directly. Instead, they began to clean up the battlefield.
Under Yang Jian's curious gaze, the puppets began to "dismember" the corpses of the living beings. They opened the storage Dharma treasures one by one and sorted the treasures inside before transporting them back to the Xuandu City.
Apart from that, the puppets also recycled the puppets that were damaged in the battle …
Not long after, the narrow world outside the Xuandu City was empty. Apart from the drops of blood floating everywhere, there were no residues at all.
Yang Jian was curious. He followed the puppets back to the Xuandu City and stared at their actions along the way.
The puppets sent the precious materials, treasures, pills, residues, and damaged puppets that they had collected into the array formations engraved on the ground.
The array formations were layered and occupied a wide area. They were like furnaces that refined everything.
When Yang Jian watched as new puppets walked out of the formation one after another, causing the space before the two city walls to become even more congested, he was truly shocked beyond words.
"This was also done by that senior."
Xuan Du smiled and said. He patted Yang Jian's shoulder and said earnestly, "Young man, you still have a long way to go."
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched a few times. After Xuan Du left, he looked at the array formations for half a day before turning around to clean up the corpses of the seven quasi-sages.
The Great Essence Realm had such a great puppet technique, but they still lost in the end?
Where should the "weak" living beings of the Primordial World go?
When the time came, someone would have to stand up.
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