"Have you been to the Netherworld Stream? Have you found the Corpse Cultivator Valley? "
The Netherworld Stream, the Corpse Cultivator Valley?
It was located in the north of the North Continent, under the Mystic Ice of the North Sea. Yang Jian, Lü Chunyang, and Bai Ze had brought Liu Ya back to the Three Realms in the deepest part of the Corpse Cultivator Valley.
Upon hearing Daoist Heavenly Flame's words, Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.
Corpse Cultivator Valley, Corpse Cultivator Valley … Could it be …
"Resurrection from the dead!"
Master Black Spirit said in a low voice, "Can you save my uncle first?"
"I can't. I haven't broken through to the Saint realm," Daoist Heavenly Flame answered decisively. Master Black Spirit wanted to say something else, but he was stopped by Emperor Suiren.
Suiren said warmly, "Qi 'er, don't interrupt. They are discussing the survival of the Primordial World. It also concerns the survival of the human race in the future."
Master Black Spirit was silent. She looked quietly at Yang Jian and Daoist Heavenly Flame, who were five feet apart.
For some reason, she felt that the two of them were somewhat similar, but she could not tell how.
"Look." Daoist Heavenly Flame's expression was solemn. The sleeves of his Daoist robe turned into a cloud. The cloud enveloped Yang Jian, and the environment around them instantly changed.
They stood still, but it was as if they had arrived in the North Sea. They stood on the snowy mountain of the North Continent and looked at the ice plains in the north.
A terrifying crack appeared in the ice plains. Endless black gas surged out of the crack. The miasma in the North Continent seemed to be attracted by some unknown force. It floated towards the north and trapped the black gas within a 500-kilometer radius of the crack.
Yang Jian asked in a low voice, "When did this happen?"
"Three days ago, the other party did not give us any chance to react. The Heavenly Dao sealed off these movements and did not disturb the cultivators in the Primordial World." Daoist Heavenly Flame's voice was still calm, as if it was not a big deal.
Daoist Heavenly Flame raised his hand and waved it gently. The scenery around them changed. They arrived at the crack and landed on the rolling black clouds.
After entering the crack, Yang Jian frowned even more.
On both sides of the crevice were extremely thick layers of ice, and within these layers of ice were neatly arranged corpses.
"This is … a corpse cultivator from the Corpse Cultivator Valley!"
Heavenly Flame Daoist said, "That's right. Other than a few corpses at the Daira realm, the rest of the corpses have all been chased out, and they no longer have any signs of life."
Suddenly, the scene paused. Yang Jian looked down and saw the scene that Skyflame Daoist had seen before.
There was an invisible barrier beneath his feet, and the black gas kept seeping out of it. However, this barrier completely stopped Heavenly Flame Daoist's movement.
Then, Yang Jian saw streams of light smashing downwards, but they were all shattered.
That familiar bell appeared, but when it smashed down, it stopped there without a sound. It was unable to descend at all, and not even the slightest sound of collision could be heard.
The Bell of Chaos was useless!
A few drops of cold sweat appeared on Yang Jian's palms. Just as Yang Jian was about to open his mouth to ask, a few gray lines suddenly appeared under his feet. The lines formed two indescribable eyes, staring at the two of them without any emotion.
His hair stood on end!
Yang Jian felt his hair stand on end!
Although this was his incarnation, his essence soul was split into three parts. His perception was the same as his main body's.
Just those eyes alone were enough to make his heart tremble uncontrollably.
Then, the light and shadow quickly changed. Heavenly Flame Daoist used the Bell of Chaos to cover himself and retreated from the huge crack in a sorry state. He returned to the snow mountain and looked at the North Ocean Ice Field.
Heavenly Flame Daoist swept his sleeve again. The light and shadow around Yang Jian and him shattered, and the dark scene in the cave returned.
He was silent for a long time.
Yang Jian and Heavenly Flame Daoist were not the only ones. Master Black Spirit and Suiren, who had seen the general situation, also fell silent.
Finally, Yang Jian asked, "Is the Netherworld safe?"
"It's fine for the time being. The Saints immediately sealed all the paths between the Netherworld and the Netherworld Stream." Heavenly Flame Daoist shook his head and said, "However, in the Three Realms, the Netherworld is the weakest. Moreover, because it is built on the sea of blood, there are too many flaws."
Yang Jian lowered his head and pondered.
Suiren sighed and said, "What should come has come."
Master Black Spirit did not say a word. He just sat quietly on the stone platform and watched coldly.
Heavenly Flame Daoist said again, "You don't have to be anxious. We still have a chance to prepare."
"How long?"
"The shortest is three thousand years, but the longest is no more than ten thousand years." Heavenly Flame Daoist's voice was still calm, but there was a hint of helplessness in it. "Moreover, this is not the final great calamity. According to the results of the four Saints' deductions, the first to walk out should be the person who resurrected from the dead."
"For example," Heavenly Flame Daoist glanced at the two people beside him and said indifferently, "the experts and armies of the demon race are several times stronger than the peak of the demon race."
Lord Black Spirit immediately stood up, while Yang Jian began to pace back and forth.
"Will the dragon and phoenix appear?"
"It's hard to say, but there shouldn't be too many." Heavenly Flame Daoist shook his head. "In the ancient war, all the experts of the phoenix race who died turned into fire feathers and dissipated. Most of the corpses of the Dragons who died in battle were used to build the ancient road of pilgrimage."
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. "If it's just the demon race, it'll be easier to deal with."
"In truth, it isn't just the Monster race. There will also be humans, spirits, and Xiantian lifeforms." Daoist Skyflame said. "As long as they perish in the Primordial Era, and their souls and corpses dissipate, it is possible for them to emerge from the black fog."
Yang Jian could not help but curse, "Then why are we still fighting? If that's really the case, do we have a 50% chance of winning? "
"That's why we have to fight for that chance of survival." Heavenly Flame Daoist revealed a slight smile, as if it was quite interesting to see Yang Jian anxious.
As he paced back and forth, Yang Jian kept asking for information. Heavenly Flame Daoist also told him everything he knew.
The Celestial Court had already made a response. A large number of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals were stationed in the North Ocean. The Dragons of the North Ocean Dragon Palace had already begun to send the old, weak, sick, and disabled to the other three seas. Only the elite troops were left behind to deal with the battle that could happen at any time.
That made Yang Jian feel slightly gratified.
"What's a black cloud?"
"I don't know. It seems to be a death aura, but it can't be removed. The Three Pure Ones and the others can only be temporarily trapped by the miasma of the North Continent. "Heavenly Flame Daoist smiled and said," Do you feel helpless? "
Yang Jian recalled the pair of indifferent, emotionless eyes. "The powerful enemy has clearly appeared, and he even swaggered into the North Ocean. He's in the five continents …"
"This means two things." Heavenly Flame Daoist waved his finger. "Firstly, the other party does not take us seriously. He's prepared to use the move of 'resurrection' to destroy the Primordial World. In fact, this is also a common trick they used to destroy Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu. "
Yang Jian sighed and said, "I have to thank them for looking down on us and leaving us some hope."
Black Spirit Lord asked, "How can we resurrect the fallen of the Demon Race?"
"True Spirit Imprint." Heavenly Flame Daoist seemed unwilling to mention that. He explained simply, "In the memories left behind by Father, there is a supreme expert among the powerful enemies. He can use the imprint left in the world by his True Spirit to reconstruct his True Spirit."
"Is that what we saw previously?"
"Not necessarily." Heavenly Flame Daoist shrugged. "I still can't understand what kind of existences they are. After all, the difference in realm is too great."
Wiping his face, Yang Jian asked, "What's the second thing?"
"There are spies planted by the other party in the Primordial World. I can confirm that there are two people. One is the Demon Master, Kun Peng, who has joined them at some point in time. The other is Shen Gongbao, who has been conferred the title of General."
Heavenly Flame Daoist finished speaking calmly. Yang Jian felt a pain in his head.
Kun Peng was not difficult to accept. After all, Yang Jian had already classified the ferocious Kun Peng as an enemy that he had to get rid of before the battle.
Shen Gongbao, who was thrown to fill the North Ocean's eye, was actually a pawn of the other party?
The Nether Stream was a flaw in the Heavenly Dao's "array formation". It was within expectations that the other party would start to cause trouble.
However, he did not expect the other party to occupy the Nether Stream without a sound. Perhaps they were gathering an army there. The cultivators in the Primordial World, from the six Saints to the ordinary Heavenly Soldiers, could only wait outside for the other party to attack.
That was the suppression of a major realm.
Heavenly Flame Daoist looked at Yang Jian. "The most important thing now is to get rid of Kun Peng and prevent future troubles."
"Where can I find it?"
"Of course we'll go to the Chaos Sea." Heavenly Flame Daoist looked at Master Black Spirit and smiled. "I'll leave this matter to you. Princess Chu Qi's cultivation level is not bad. She seems to hate the Demon Master to the bone. The two of you should work together to find Kun Peng and kill it."
Yang Jian said, "That's easy for you to say. Why don't you come with us?"
"I want to enter seclusion." Heavenly Flame Daoist's tone was still calm. "If I don't become a Saint in three thousand years, I will kill myself to fill the power of the Heavenly Dao."
Yang Jian was rendered speechless.
Heavenly Flame Daoist looked at Yang Jian. There seemed to be a hint of relief in his eyes. "There's not much time left for you."
"Becoming a Saint is easier said than done."
Heavenly Flame Daoist was silent for a while and said, "If the final tribulation comes, if I become a Saint and you fail, I will sink a few living beings of the Primordial World into the Chaos Bell and leave the Primordial World."
Yang Jian smiled bitterly and cursed, "What's the use of me becoming a Saint?"
"If you don't become a Saint, how can you become a supreme expert?"
"I!"
Heavenly Flame Daoist's question was rather sharp. Yang Jian did not know how to refute.
Heavenly Flame Daoist chuckled and bowed to Yang Jian. He turned around and walked to the corner where he had come from. His figure slowly dissipated.
There was no tragic feeling. Heavenly Flame Daoist was born from the Heavenly Dao. He did not have too many emotions.
After Heavenly Flame Daoist left, Yang Jian turned around and faced the stone platform. Lord Black Spirit was thinking about what Yang Jian and Heavenly Flame Daoist had said, but Suiren was looking at Yang Jian.
Emperor Suiren asked Yang Jian solemnly, "Young friend, are you confident of becoming a Saint?"
"Since ancient times, who dares to say that they have the confidence to become a Saint?" Yang Jian was a little vexed. "You guys catch up first. I'll go to the North Ocean."
"If you only go with your incarnation, you might be taken advantage of by powerful enemies," Suiren said. "If you're the last resort of the Primordial World, you can't attract the attention of powerful enemies too early. The further away from the Primordial World, the better."
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat. He bowed to Suiren and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Senior."
"Ah, the human race is really suffering." Suiren sighed softly and looked at Yang Jian, as if he was thinking about something.
When Yang Jian felt a little uncomfortable under Suiren's deep gaze, Suiren suddenly said, "Come closer. I have a treasure for you."
"Senior, I cultivate my body. Most treasures are useless to me."
Suiren raised his left hand with some difficulty. His arm had been pierced by a few black chains. Even the slightest movement could cause endless pain. However, Suiren's expression remained unchanged.
The withered hand, which was only half the size of a normal person's palm, slowly opened. A candle light flickered gently.
"This fire is called Xin. It is the first fire lit by mortals after the ancient dark years. The Heavenly Dao cannot be destroyed, and the Saints cannot be bullied. If you can't become a Saint when a powerful enemy comes, this fire can help you fight a Saint. "
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