Longevity did not matter, cultivation did not matter.
It had been more than 800 years since the Celestial Court cleaned up the Middle Continent. The Primordial World seemed to have forgotten the node where the Immortal Dao had collapsed. The originally silent Middle Continent began to gradually become active.
The Immortal Sect had completely become an "organization" that sent Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals to the Celestial Court. However, most of the Immortal Sects could retain some disciples with outstanding aptitude. They could inherit the immortal techniques of the sect and survive in the Middle Continent for a long time.
The Zhou Nation of the South Continent had reached dusk. The Zhou Nation was about to collapse, and the feudal vassals were in chaos.
Although Yang Jian's various arrangements had barely extended the luck of the Zhou Nation for 200 years, the wheel of the Heavenly Dao had rolled over, and the mortal world had once again fallen into a long period of war.
However, the Celestial Court had sealed off the South Continent. Cultivators could no longer enter. No one could interfere with the evolution of the Heavenly Dao, and there was no great calamity.
Whenever the Celestial Court's bloody suppression of the Immortal Dao was mentioned, the cultivators would not talk about how many experts were forced to join the Celestial Court, nor would they talk about how some famous figures were killed by the experts of the Skyward Pavilion. Instead, it was about Perfected Lord Erlang.
He had entered the Lingxiao Hall and trampled on the power of the emperor.
The Jade Emperor had used his extraordinary methods to rule the entire Three Realms. However, someone had stood up and shaken the foundation of his rule.
Yang Jian.
The nephew of the Jade Emperor seemed to want to go against the Jade Emperor. This time, the Jade Emperor could not resist Yang Jian's threat and only dared to give some superficial verbal punishment.
The Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Realm kept a respectful distance from the Meishan. The various immortals did not dare to go to the mouth of the river. Yang Jian was not afraid of the Jade Emperor, but big shots like Zhao Gongming had to be afraid of the Jade Emperor.
Some people said that the Jade Emperor could not escape the control of the Dao Sect.
Some people also said that this was a huge game of chess that the Saint had set up long ago. From the beginning, he had nurtured Yang Jian to restrain the Jade Emperor's power.
To be honest, the Jade Emperor was quite pitiful.
On the precipice of Mount Mei, Xiao Lan, who had just come out of seclusion, was dressed in white. She was truly like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley.
Compared to the time when she was about to go into seclusion, she now had a more ethereal temperament and a little more maturity. Between her brows, there was even the shyness of a young girl yearning for love, as if everything was just right and she was in the prime of her life.
"Are we going to look for him now?" Xiao Lan murmured in a low voice. Just as she was about to ride a cloud to the mouth of the Guanjiang River, she was stopped by a few fairies flying over from below.
"Miss Xiao Lan, Madam is summoning you for a meal."
Xiao Lan blinked her eyes and laughed softly. She muttered, "Yes, I have to please my mother-in-law."
After she finished speaking, her figure floated down. Her beauty was otherworldly, and she was so moving that the fairies were a bit stunned.
Mount Mei was also much livelier than eight hundred years ago. More than ten celestial sects gathered outside Mount Mei. The demon race had retreated, and the Western Sect had also built a monastery here.
However, this corner of Mount Mei was still quite quiet. Xiao Lan landed in front of the pavilion hanging on the precipice and heard two phoenix cries. It was Feng Wu and Feng Shan who were also summoned by Yohime to attend the banquet.
Last time when Yang Jian came back, he had already hinted to Yohime about Xiao Lan's "identity". Naturally, Yohime would not neglect her. She dressed up and came out to welcome Xiao Lan. She took a look at Xiao Lan and praised her in a gentle voice.
On the contrary, Xiao Lan, who spoke with confidence and composure when she first came to the Yang Residence, was now embarrassed. She blushed and couldn't say anything.
Although it was a family banquet, there were actually only a few of them. After a round of toasting, Xiao Lan was a little drunk and said some things that should be said and shouldn't be said.
Feng Wu chuckled and said, "Perfected Lord and Miss Xiao are in love. Others are envious."
"I wonder when my son will return from Xuandu City." Yohime chuckled. "As a mother, I really want to see you get married as soon as possible. Xinke is the Princess of the Dragons and my son's first wife. It will be difficult for you. "
"It's not difficult," Xiao Lan said gently. "At first, I didn't want to marry him like this. I always felt that I was too shameless. However … I didn't want to leave like that, so I could only express my feelings to him. "
Feng Shan sighed softly at the side and said softly, "Unfortunately, the women of the phoenix race have a fiery temper. We just can't put down our pride."
"Feng Shan!" Feng Wu's face was stern. "If you don't want to stay, go back and enter seclusion. Don't talk nonsense!"
"Tsk, you only know how to get angry at me all day." Feng Shan rolled her eyes. Her rebellious spirit from back then had returned.
Xiao Lan quickly said, "Why don't we invite Miss Chu Qian to play a song?"
"Someone, invite Chu Qian over," Yohime instructed. The fairy outside the pavilion bowed and quickly rode a cloud to invite Chu Qian over.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. However, before Chu Qian could fly over, a general outside the pavilion came to report that someone from the Celestial Court had come to see Yohime.
Yohime frowned and pondered. She looked at Xiao Lan and said, "Lan 'er, do you think I should meet him or not?"
"Yes." Xiao Lan's drunkenness had subsided. "Send a letter to him first, then invite the people from the Celestial Court to come in. This is Meishan. I think they won't dare to be presumptuous."
Yohime heaved a sigh of relief. "With Lan 'er around, I can always be at ease."
She sent someone to inform the Six Friends of Meishan at the mouth of the Guanjiang River. Then, she had someone lead the messenger from the Celestial Court in. The messenger was a cute fairy. She said that the Heaven Queen would be holding an immortality peach banquet at the Jade Pool three years later. She wanted to invite Yohime and Xiao Lan to the banquet.
Xiao Lan secretly transmitted a few words to Yohime. Yohime nodded and agreed. She also rewarded the little fairy with many treasures.
After the little fairy left, Xiao Lan thought for a while and said, "This might be the Jade Emperor's goodwill to him. He's just doing it for his face … There shouldn't be any trouble attending the banquet. However, there's an 80% chance that we'll be ignored by the Heaven Queen."
"I'm always afraid that the relationship between my son and the Jade Emperor will be too stiff." Yohime sighed softly. "My son hasn't had many days of peace. Now, it's the Celestial Court that's giving him a lot of pressure …"
"Actually, you don't have to care too much about the Celestial Court. His pressure …"
Xiao Lan silently swallowed her words halfway. She smiled at Yohime and didn't say much.
Yang Jian had already mentioned the calamity in the future countless times. Although it was only a few words each time, it was hard to hide it from Xiao Lan.
Perhaps that day, Xiao Lan took the initiative to confess her feelings to Yang Jian because she felt the pressure.
"I'm going to meet him at the mouth of the Guanjiang River."
"Go, go. I'm the one who delayed the two of you from meeting."
Xiao Lan's face was red. She lowered her head and left quickly. Under the secret protection of a troop from the Mei Mountain, she headed towards the mouth of the Guanjiang River.
Unfortunately, after she found Yang Jian's incarnation, she shouted a few times but did not get a response from Yang Jian. She even thought that Yang Jian might be in seclusion at a critical moment. She secretly moved the chessboard and chair and played with her left and right hands beside Yang Jian's incarnation.
Hundreds of years had passed since Yang Jian brought Lord Black Spirit back to the Xuandu City. Yang Jian's seclusion had actually been intermittent. He often went out and was busy unifying the Four Spirit Realms.
Beside the chessboard, Xiao Lan held her chin and looked at Yang Jian's face quietly. She could not help but be fascinated …
Outside the Xuandu City, two figures were fighting crazily around the frozen Chaos Sea. They fought until the Chaos Sea's Dao laws trembled and stirred up a Chaos wave that could drown the entire Xuandu City.
Outside the Xuandu City, two figures were fighting crazily around the frozen Chaos Sea. They fought until the Chaos Sea's Dao laws trembled, stirring up a Chaos wave that could drown the entire Xuandu City.
The two Dao runes kept circulating and squeezing. One Dao rune was cold and domineering, while the other was magnificent and endless.
Sometimes, arcs of light would split open the Chaos Sea and go somewhere. Sometimes, the chaotic Dao laws would not be able to withstand the impact of the battle between the two of them and break.
They had already fought for an unknown period of time and countless rounds. The outcome was about to be decided …
"I've lost."
A calm voice sounded from the clouds. A petite figure flashed to the edge of the city wall of the Xuandu City. She looked at the two scimitars in her hands, as if she was reminiscing about the gains from the battle.
Her entire body was wrapped in black cloth, and a faint black aura lingered around her.
"Are you convinced this time?"
Yang Jian's voice sounded from the Chaos Sea. He dragged his spear and leaped out. He stood not far from Lord Black Spirit and hugged his spear with a smile.
"I'm not convinced," Lord Black Spirit replied coldly.
Yang Jian shook his head and did not say anything. He changed the topic. "Little Black, can the two of us defeat that Demon Master?"
Lord Black Spirit thought carefully for a while and shook his head gently. "It's difficult."
"Have you fought him before?"
"It's not considered a fight," Lord Black Spirit said in a low voice. "About three Periods ago, I brought six experts from the Black Spirit World to search for treasures and encountered Kun Peng hunting. The Quasi-Saints were unable to resist him at all. His Dharma powers are far more powerful than you can imagine. "
Yang Jian was not surprised when he heard her words. Instead, he nodded calmly. "Finally, when it comes to revenge, you won't be so hot-headed as to look for a barbecue grill …"
"Hmph, I just had no hope previously. Now, I have the qualifications to take revenge. That's all."
Lord Black Spirit looked at the two scimitars in his hand and put them away in his storage Dharma treasure.
She suddenly asked, "You want to attack the Primordial World?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"You're the king I'm loyal to. I should ask about what I need to do after taking revenge."
Yang Jian asked, "Don't you know about the calamity in the future?"
Black Spirit shook her head and did not seem to be interested.
"If that calamity can kill Kun Peng, I'm willing to add fuel to the fire …"
"Don't." Yang Jian hurriedly stopped her. He simply told her about the powerful enemy who had ended the era of Tai Shi, Tai Chi, and Tai Su. Lord Black Spirit still did not have much of a reaction.
The only obsession in her heart was Kun Peng.
"So you want to unify the forces of the Chaos Spirits?"
Yang Jian nodded. "Yes, before the Great Tribulation arrives, I'll gather as many forces as I can."
Lord Black Spirit frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "If the Demon Master surrenders to the Dao Sect, will the Dao Sect accept him because of his profound strength?"
"No." Yang Jian shook his head decisively. "The three Saints had once chased after Kun Peng. They had long known what the calamity was. It would be a blessing for a person like the Demon Master Kun Peng not to take the initiative to seek refuge with the enemy. If we can find out Kun Peng's whereabouts, let's give it a try. "
Lord Black Spirit frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"We're not Saints of the Great Path. Why are you so unconfident?" Yang Jian looked at Lord Black Spirit with a burning gaze. "Black, let's fight again. My Mystic Art has reached a bottleneck. I want to use the battle with you to break through."
Lord Black Spirit snorted and sat cross-legged to meditate.
"Wait for me for half a month. I want to recover to my peak."
Yang Jian smiled and sat down cross-legged against the city wall. He began to sort out the various insights he had gained after reaching the perfected Primordial Returning realm.
What he was thinking about now was how to break through the limit of the seventh Primordial Returning realm.
Once he had the Mysterious Yellow Indestructible Body, even if it was just the Initial Tribulation Mysterious Yellow Body, Yang Jian was confident that he could defeat all enemies below the Saint level.
This was the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, and also …
"Huh?"
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes. Why did he have such a sudden impulse?
This was different from the previous incarnations' reminders. Something that he had been paying attention to for a long time was finally going to happen. It was as if someone was reminding him not to miss it.
He closed his eyes and shifted his mind. He glanced at Ao Xinke, who was presiding over the construction of the Yang Army's base in the Black Spirit World. There was nothing strange around him.
In that case, she should be in the Primordial World.
He calculated the time. Could it be …
It's time.
Yang Jian could not wait to shift his mind back to the Primordial World. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Lan, who was sleeping on the chessboard. He could not help but chuckle.
He expanded his divine sense. Yang Jian sat at the mouth of the Guan River and saw the South-Heaven Gate.
It's here!
A green bull swaggered out of the South-Heaven Gate. It carried the skinny old man on its back and descended toward the clouds of the South Continent.
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