After settling Xiao Lan, Yang Jian's incarnation returned to the mouth of the river. After pondering for a while, he shifted his mind.
The incarnation sat in the pavilion and closed its eyes to rest. It was as if it was cultivating, like a stone statue.
When he "opened his eyes", he saw the narrow but warm space in the jade pendant. It was surrounded by distorted light.
Yang Jian looked outside through the flat wall of light. He could see buildings flashing by quickly. Ao Xinke, who was wearing the jade pendant, seemed to be rushing.
Previously, he had been provoked by Ao Xinke. Yang Jian also knew that Ao Xinke had a grudge against his incarnation. Hence, he sent a voice transmission to Ao Xinke and asked Ao Xinke to prepare a secluded place. He wanted to make a trip to the Fog Spirit World and meet Ao Xinke.
The deep communication between husband and wife.
He had only been in seclusion for a hundred years, and Yang Jian was about to run out. He was more or less impatient.
Yang Jian told the Treasure Lord that there were some urgent matters that needed to be dealt with outside. The old man even specially opened the door for Yang Jian and let Yang Jian return to Xuandu City.
This kind and pure Saint's remnant spirit …
In the past hundred years, Yang Jian's mystic body had taken another small step forward. Compared to when he had caused a ruckus in the Lingxiao Hall, his strength had increased. Even if he encountered Lord Black Spirit, he had the confidence to win.
He used the 72 Transformations and turned into a rope that wrapped around the "goods" carried by a few Chaos creatures. He then blended into the Fog Spirit World.
As soon as he entered the Fog Spirit World, Yang Jian's eyes lit up.
In just a hundred years, under the secret management of Ao Xinke, there were all sorts of arrangements in the Fog Spirit World. For example, the array formations that could be seen everywhere. More than ten floating Immortal Islands were protected by a firm array formation, similar to the Crystal Palace of Dragons.
People came and went everywhere, and it was even a little crowded. There was an endless stream of people on the streets, and it was quite peaceful.
Compared to when Yang Jian came to the Fog Spirit Race a hundred years ago, the aura of the experts there had nearly doubled!
It had only been a hundred years, which wasn't a long time even for ordinary Chaos Spirits.
The changes in the Spirit Fog Realm were naturally the work of the couple. The development of 'trade', the increase of 'freedom', and the 'recognition' all came from Yang Jian.
As for how to do it, Ao Xinke spent endless days and nights pondering and putting it into practice.
It was really hard on her.
As long as he thought about how she had tried her best to complete the mission given to him by the Saint while he was in seclusion, and how he had even fooled around with a little girl while playing chess every day …
A strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.
Transforming into an old Taoist who could be seen everywhere, Yang Jian wandered around the main Immortal Island of the Fog Spirit World for a long time and finally found the corner they had agreed on before.
This was a palace of the Spirit Lord of the Fog. Upon hearing that Yang Jian was coming, Ao Xinke had already quickly cleaned it up. She chased away the guards and maidservants who were usually there and replaced them with a few trusted maidservants who were controlled by Ao Xinke.
Yang Jian floated into the hall protected by layers of array formations like a wisp of smoke. The clone floated out of the jade pendant in Ao Xinke's arms and returned to Yang Jian's body.
They had not met face to face for a hundred years. Yang Jian originally wanted to give Ao Xinke a bear hug. However, when she looked at him with her gentle eyes, most of the distracting thoughts in Yang Jian's heart dissipated.
In front of her, no matter how hot-tempered he was, he would gradually become gentle.
"Husband." Ao Xinke bowed.
Yang Jian took two steps forward. He first held her hands, then held her in his arms and smelled the faint fragrance on her body.
The hall had been sealed by Xuanqi. Yang Jian had been cooped up for a hundred years. He really did not want to say a word. He only cared about taking off their clothes …
It was not until the Dragon Girl repeatedly begged for mercy that a certain Perfected Cultivator reluctantly let her go.
It was naturally best for good friends to discuss at the dining table. It was naturally best for a husband and wife to discuss matters on a soft couch or in the pool.
The sound of water was vague, and a faint immortal mist lingered. Yang Jian had already coughed more than ten times, but he still could not speak.
"Husband." The Dragon Girl leaned against him, and her silky black hair spread over Yang Jian's body like a waterfall. "Is there something difficult that you can't tell Xinke?"
Yang Jian nodded and answered honestly.
Ao Xinke looked into Yang Jian's eyes and wrapped her small hands around his waist. There was a hint of worry in her eyes, but she also looked like she had expected this.
"Xiao Lan or Feng Wu? Or Kong Xuan in the tomb? "
Yang Jian blinked and muttered, "What does this have to do with Kong Xuan? She agreed to help us, but I don't know where she is now. Xinke, don't spout nonsense. "
"Why am I spouting nonsense?" Ao Xinke suddenly lowered her head and bit Yang Jian's shoulder gently. Yang Jian hurriedly restrained the Xuanqi Xuan Gang. He did not want her little dragon teeth to explode.
"It's Xiao Lan." Yang Jian confessed the truth with a rather proper attitude. "I know that I owe you for this matter, so I stopped my seclusion to apologize to you. If you don't agree, I can only decline. However, I do have some … romantic feelings for her now. "
Yang Jian really didn't know how he could say such shameless words.
Ao Xinke sighed softly again and said in a low voice, "I won't fight with her. It's already my good fortune that you don't spoil the newlyweds."
"How could that be?" Yang Jian hugged the beauty in his arms tightly and apologized. He patted his chest and said how he would share everything with her in the future. However, Ao Xinke was not used to it.
"Husband, why are you so nervous about this matter? You don't have any bearing at all! "
Ao Xinke chuckled and looked at Yang Jian. She said in a low voice, "Which Dragon Prince in the Dragon Palace doesn't have countless wives and concubines? Even Ao Ji will probably have to marry the daughters of the other three Dragon Palaces in the future. You only found one more. What else do I have to be dissatisfied with? "
Yang Jian could not answer for a moment. He could not explain how his values were formed.
Ao Xinke pretended to be carefree, but she was still as gentle as water. Instead, she began to persuade Yang Jian to be at ease.
"Husband, you're a human. I'm from the Dragons. I'm not congenitally qualified. After marrying you all these years, I haven't given birth to any children for you. I'm really afraid."
Ao Xinke said worriedly, "Perhaps I won't be able to continue the family line for you in the future. Even if you and Sister Xiao Lan don't love each other, I should still think of you and find a few women from the human race who are worthy of you."
Yang Jian frowned. "You're still thinking about that?"
"This is my duty. I should think about it. Otherwise, I will be scolded for being insensible."
"Who would dare to scold you?" Yang Jian replied with a straight face. Most of the frustration in his heart dissipated.
Yang Jian said, "Actually, I've never thought about having children. At my realm of cultivation, if I don't want to, I really won't have children."
Ao Xinke's gaze was a little sad. She hurriedly said, "Does Husband dislike my background?"
"Don't think too much. I don't want children because of this Great Era."
Yang Jian sighed and looked at the twinkling star map on the roof of the hall. He said softly, "You and I don't even dare to say that we can survive the future calamity. How can we protect the child? If we give birth to him but can't let him live a peaceful life, wouldn't that increase our worries? "
"Husband …"
"Wait until we survive the great calamity." Yang Jian looked at the dragon girl and hugged her tightly. "When we survive the great calamity, or if I have enough strength to protect you and your future children, we will have eight to ten of them. I'll go out to fight and kill. You can stay at home and take care of the child. How about that?"
Ao Xinke giggled with a red face. Yang Jian was also amused by himself.
"Husband, can't we have a few less?"
"I'll listen to you."
There were a few chuckles, but it was a sweet moment.
…
Yang Jian stayed in the Fog Spirit World for three days and decided on the main plan to infiltrate the Death Spirit World. He left his incarnation in the jade pendant and returned to the Glaze Tomb to cultivate in seclusion.
Ao Xinke did not seem to take Xiao Lan's matter to heart, but she was still a little bothered. After Yang Jian left, she was depressed for a few days and gradually felt relieved.
Yang Jian entered Xuandu City and deliberately patrolled around. He talked to the four puppet experts for a while and entered Saint's Tomb again.
This time, when he passed by the Boundary Stone in the Heart Sea, the Daoist Boundary Stone did not appear again.
This wisp of remnant soul …
Yang Jian really wanted to capture the Daoist Boundary Stone and interrogate him to find out more about the enemy so that he could know himself and his enemy.
However, the stone tablet itself was quite mysterious. Yang Jian tried some methods, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea. There was no response, so he dared not act rashly.
When he truly entered the Saint Realm, he would ask the Treasure Master Colored Glaze about how to explore the Saint's Tomb.
The Treasure Master Colored Glaze opened the door to receive him. After thanking him, Yang Jian sat back in his usual position and closed his eyes for a moment. He had already returned to the state of enlightenment in seclusion.
In his mind, the twelve mysterious mantras of the Invincible Golden Body Technique were constantly circulating, corroborating and rejecting the Eight Nine Mysteries' mantras.
Yang Jian meditated to understand the various mysteries. Without the worry of returning to the Primordial Land and the Fog Spirit World every day, he gradually sank deeper into seclusion …
There were not many physical cultivation techniques in the Primordial Land. The Eight Nine Mysteries that Yang Jian had seen through was the pinnacle of physical cultivation techniques. It was the core of the Pangu Divine Inheritance.
Originally, the Treasure Master Colored Glaze wanted to impart the Invincible Golden Body Technique to Yang Jian so that Yang Jian could cultivate the Great Dao that could make him a Saint. It was not only to pass on the mantle but also to create an existence like the Saint Colored Glaze.
However, when Yang Jian merged with the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl, there were various strange phenomena, as well as the rare Dao runes of the Great Dao. This made the Treasure Master Colored Glaze change his mind.
He gave the Invincible Golden Body Technique to Yang Jian for reference and did not mention anything about passing on the mantle.
Although he was a remnant spirit of the Saint, his eyesight was still there.
The Eight Nine Mysteries was indeed more brilliant than the Invincible Golden Body Technique.
The cultivation of the physical body was different from that of the Primordial Spirit. When the physical body was cultivated to the peak, it would brew its own unique Great Dao in one's body. It would let this Great Dao penetrate the sea of Dao laws and become a unique Dao. This was the true proof of the Dao with strength.
The Dao of the Primordial Spirit was to experience the existing Great Dao, cultivate, control, and walk step by step to the peak of this Great Dao. Then, he would jump out of the Great Dao and stand on it.
Yuding Zhenren was stuck on this "jump".
Therefore, at this time, Yang Jian was using the Great Dao of the Saint Colored Glaze to verify the Dao of the Great God Pangu. Then, he explored it with difficulty and tried to walk out of his own Dao.
What was the Dao?
When he first started cultivating, Yang Jian might be able to talk for a few hours about the Dao, the trajectory of the Dao in the world, and how a cultivator should cultivate the Dao.
After that, as his knowledge grew and his strength deepened, his experience became more and more different.
If someone asked Yang Jian what was the Dao a hundred years ago, Yang Jian might use moves to demonstrate and exchange his understanding.
But now, if someone asked Yang Jian what was the Dao, Yang Jian would point to himself —
The Dao was in this body.
This body had to walk alone.
During this seclusion, Yang Jian only left a trace of his consciousness to accompany Ao Xinke. He originally planned to wake up in a hundred years, but when Ao Xinke called Yang Jian for something important, his main body was interrupted by the incarnation. Yang Jian opened his eyes and calculated in his heart. It had been more than three hundred years.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Jian quickly gathered his thoughts and asked through the incarnation.
Ao Xinke's tone was a little perturbed, as if she felt guilty for letting Yang Jian down. She explained the dilemma she was facing in detail.
The more Yang Jian listened, the more he felt that it was nothing. "Don't worry, I'll rush over now."
It was not a big deal, but the Black Spirit Master wanted the Fog Spirit Lord to attend the banquet. It seemed to be blaming the Fog Spirit World for developing too fast.
It was obviously the Dragon Gate banquet.
Yang Jian had the idea of using the Black Spirit Master to test the results of his seclusion. As soon as the idea emerged, it could not help but grow crazily.
Just as Yang Jian left Saint's Tomb and arrived at Xuandu City, intending to rush out of the formation to the Fog Spirit World, he felt another impulse …
Did the incarnation of the Primordial World also encounter something big? It was really a matter of urgency.
Yang Jian frowned, but he did not dare to ignore the Primordial World. He immediately informed Ao Xinke and returned his consciousness to the Primordial World.
A jade talisman was held in the incarnation's hand. It was the contents of the jade talisman that caused his mind to fluctuate. There were only eight words, but they contained the anger of the person who wrote the jade talisman.
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