The Wu people's body structure was similar to that of the human race, but from the moment they were born, the Wu people's bodies were hundreds of times stronger than those of the human race.
They were a race that was born to fight. They were condensed from Pangu's blood and were given the mission to protect the primordial world. Back then, the twelve Zu Wu people joined hands to cast the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation and recreated the true body of Pangu. How domineering it was!
Unfortunately, it was arranged by Qian Hong.
Yang Jian had always respected the Wu people. Now, he could finally carry out the great event that he had been planning for many years.
Daon was still the "experimental subject", and he was going to transplant the spiritual core left by a Sage-to-be Chaos Spirit, which matched Daon's own strength.
The principle was very simple. By merging the spiritual core with the physical body of the Wu people, the spiritual core could play its original role and strengthen the physical body and primordial spirit of the Wu people …
The primordial spirit of the Wu people was called a Wizard Soul. It was somewhat similar to the souls of mortals, but it was born in the bodies of the Wu people.
This was similar to the eighth level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, which was the Indestructible Body formed by the complete fusion of the physical body and the primordial spirit … After all, they were both the crystallization of the Pangu God. This commonality might be the main reason why the Wu people were defeated by Qian Hong.
In other words, Yang Jian personally transplanted the spiritual core for the disciples of the Wu people, which was also a "shortcut" for him to understand the eighth level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art in an alternative way.
He had to do more things to kill multiple birds with one stone.
"Yang, no, no … Second Master!"
When Daon was pressed against the stone platform by Yang Jian with one hand, six arms grabbed Yang Jian's arm, and the word "coward" was written on his shoehorn face.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Relax, it will be fine soon."
As he spoke, Yang Jian used his right hand to grab the Spirit Core beside him. He injected a stream of Qi into the Spirit Core to check if there was any residual soul power of the Chaotic Creature inside.
At the same time, Yang Jian's left hand pressed against Daon's chest. Threads of Xuanqi wrapped around Daon like a net.
The secrets of Wu people's body were revealed to Yang Jian without reservation.
Yang Jian closed his eyes and stood there quietly for half an hour. When Daon couldn't help but doze off, he finally made his next move.
Slowly raising his left hand, Yang Jian formed a sword with his fingers and drew a complicated circular array formation on Daon's chest. Then, the array formation slowly descended and imprinted itself on Daon's chest, seeping into his slightly dark skin.
Daon's eyes widened, and his entire body tensed up. However, under Yang Jian's pressure, he could not move at all.
"Don't shout, hold on."
Yang Jian scolded in a low voice. Daon immediately clenched his teeth. Blue veins popped up on his ugly face, and strands of hair fell down.
The spirit core floated over and landed on the array formation on Daon's chest. Instantly, the array formation shone brightly!
Daon finally heaved a long sigh of relief. However, before he could completely relax, his body trembled again. The unimaginable torture almost made him clench his teeth.
"Don't shout. If you disperse your Primordial Qi, the effect will be greatly reduced."
Yang Jian said in a low voice. His hands quickly made a series of palm prints on Daon's body.
Streams of Xuanqi were strengthening Daon's already strong body, smashing the two conflicting forces in Daon's body. Then, the two forces slowly gathered together.
That was a process of sublimation. It seemed to be opening up a path that Wu people had never tried before.
In fact, that should be something that the Great God Pangu had never considered.
The principle of the array formation and the transplant of the spirit core was taken out by the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du …
At that moment, Yang Jian felt that Uncle-Master Xuan Du and his master were two completely different cultivators.
Xuan Du was more inclined to study all kinds of strange techniques, from the method of controlling the Spirit Race to the method of transferring the spirit core. Yang Jian did not believe that the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du had not captured some living beings to study.
However, that did not affect Yang Jian's admiration for Xuan Du.
Yuding, on the other hand, was more "traditional". He followed the prescribed order and searched for a known path. He was a cultivator who refused to turn back even after dozens of life-and-death situations.
His master and Uncle-Master were among the strongest cultivators below the Saints of the Primordial World. In comparison, Yang Jian naturally admired his master more.
Da Ang's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Yang Jian slowly reduced the strength of each slap and kept controlling the subtle balance in Daon's body.
That was because if the balance was broken, Daon would be severely injured in an instant …
On the city wall, Puppet Fourteen tilted his head and looked over. He seemed to be interested in what Yang Jian was doing.
Many disciples of the Wu people also stood up and looked over. Wu Gui and the Witch stood nervously at the side. Naturally, they wanted to help Daon when he could not hold on anymore.
Previously, Yang Jian did not expect that it would take him an entire day and night to transform a powerful Magus like Daon.
When he took half a step back, the man lying on the stone table had changed drastically.
Six arms had disappeared, leaving only two thick arms. The Wu people's battle body seemed to be closer to that of a human.
However, that was not Yang Jian's doing. Instead, it was a change in Daon's body. It seemed that the Wu people's battle body was closer to the Connate Dao Body.
There was a light blue array formation mark on Daon's chest. Most of a spirit core was embedded in his flesh, and a small part was exposed. It emitted a powerful Dao rune.
Apart from that, the biggest change was probably that he had become bald …
Yang Jian tapped the top of Da Ang's head with his finger. The latter shuddered and opened his eyes, which shone with a bright light.
With a strange cry, Da Ang immediately jumped up. Fortunately, Yang Jian's hand quickly grabbed a long robe and threw it at his waist.
"Hahaha! My body is filled with power now! Hahahaha! There will be a day when I, Daon, will be invincible in the world! "
Wu Gui and the Witch's faces darkened. Daon shouted and wanted to punch the ground. However, he suddenly remembered that he was in the Xuandu City, an important place of the Dao Sect. He could only retract his fist.
He felt rather aggrieved.
His body was brimming with power, and his entire body was filled with explosive muscles. His every move seemed to be able to evoke some kind of mystical Dao Rhyme.
Daon moved in front of Yang Jian and chuckled. It seemed that he wanted to spar with Yang Jian. However, when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he was terrified by Wu Gui's murderous gaze.
"Second Master, punch me!"
Yang Jian's eyes immediately narrowed into a smile. He didn't expect that there would be such a reasonable request in this day and age.
"Then stand properly."
Yang Jian rolled up his sleeves. Daon wrapped the robe around his waist tightly and squatted down. With a low shout, he revealed his six-armed body. His six arms formed a firm shield wall in front of him.
Yang Jian took a step forward and clenched his left fist. It did not seem to have any strength as he pushed it in front of Daon.
"Second Master, you …"
Before he could say the word 'strength', Yang Jian's fist suddenly trembled. Layers of ripples appeared in the universe. Yang Jian's left fist pierced through the ripples and smashed into the point where Daon's arms met.
Bang!
Daon's figure flew out. His six arms swayed weakly like kelp. His entire body emitted a strange sound as he collided with the light wall of the array formation above the Xuandu City. He was mercilessly bounced back by the light wall and landed in a corner of the city wall.
Yang Jian clapped his hands and looked at the few experts of the Wu people who were of the same generation as Daon beside the stone platform. He smiled and said, "Next."
The Wu people trembled at the same time. All of them smiled bitterly and took the initiative to approach.
Wu Gui used the mystical ability to shrink the ground and brought the half-dead Daon back.
If he did not check, he would not have known. After checking Daon's condition, Wu Gui was relieved. He was even more shocked by Yang Jian's punch just now.
Da Ang didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries. The 'magic power' in every part of his body had been completely depleted ….
He did not know how Yang Jian did it, but that punch had given Daon many benefits. At the very least, it could make Daon's foundation more solid. There would not be any mistakes in his cultivation path in the future.
"Second Master, you should take a rest," the Witch said softly beside him.
Yang Jian waved his hand and did not say anything. He began to choose a suitable spiritual core for the Wu people who were lying on the stone platform.
With the experience given by Daon, Yang Jian was much more familiar with the process. This time, it only took him six to six hours to finish the transplant.
The speed gradually increased, from six to six hours to four hours. In the last hour, he could transplant a spiritual core left by a Sage-to-be Chaotic Creature. Yang Jian was getting more and more comfortable, and he did not feel tired at all.
With the study of the Wu people's war body, Yang Jian seemed to have opened a door.
Although he still needed half a step to reach the door, he could already push the door open a little with just a lift of his hand …
As he continued to study and understand, the gap was pushed wider and wider.
The Eight-Nine Mysteries and the war body of the Wu people's Great Magi confirmed each other. Yang Jian was no longer confused about how to condense the eighth level of the Mystic Yellow Body and how to quickly sublimate it.
The Pangu God had shown him the way!
Although Yang Jian did not know how to break through the limit of the seventh level at this time, he suddenly had a hint of inspiration through the 'concept' of the Undying Mystic Yellow Body.
It seemed that the two words' Return to Swan 'had another meaning.
When Yang Jian began to transplant the spiritual cores for the Wu people's disciples, because the physical strength of these Wu people's disciples was not as strong as the Great Magi, he could transplant one perfectly in almost half an incense stick of time.
Return to Swan … Return to Swan …
Why was the seventh level of the Eight-Nine Mysteries named 'Return to Swan'?
Originally, Yang Jian thought that this was a kind of yearning of the Pangu God for the Grand Essence Realm. But now, Yang Jian suddenly felt that this was not right.
If the Return to Swan realm wanted to break through the limit, it seemed that he had to start from the word 'Return'.
Yang Jian's understanding of the Eight-Nine Mysteries suddenly gushed out, as if a spiritual spring had appeared, and a gurgling stream connected these spiritual springs.
Epiphany.
Yang Jian was multitasking. In order not to interrupt the epiphany and not to harm the Wu people's girl in front of him, half of his mind was immersed in the epiphany.
Finally, after spending three times the time, Yang Jian finished transplanting the spiritual cores for the Wu people's girl and immediately closed his eyes.
A strand of obscure and profound aura suffused out from Yang Jian's surroundings, sweeping towards the surroundings.
At that moment, Wu Gui and Witch's eyes widened, and the Wu people's disciples could not help but be stunned.
Return …
What was return?
Was it the self?
Wasn't he standing here, what return did he have?
Then, before he became the dying young man lying on the broken brick bed, had he ever existed in this world before, a long time ago?
In the long river of the true spirit that flowed between existence and non-existence, had he ever left his light?
Even if it was only a little bit, weak and short, in the eternal time, in the endless years before, had he ever existed?
Where did he come from? Was it the world that a Sage imagined at the moment of death a long time ago?
If he had existed …
In that case, no matter where he was, could he return?
Could he return?
Could he return!
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. No one could see what he was seeing at that moment. It was a long river surging in the Chaos Sea, ignoring all obstacles and rushing towards Yang Jian!
The mayfly died in the morning and evening.
The Dao Fruit of Longevity hung in the air.
Since ancient times.
His soul could not be at peace.
Today, he sought the path of immortality.
He wanted to find Emptiness.
He was like a flowing shadow.
It was difficult to return.
Within the 'existence', one era after another was destroyed. In those eras, before those eras, who was he?
If the true spirit was not destroyed, the long river of the true spirit would run through all the endless years. Could the mark that had been left behind return now?
Could it return …
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes again, but the world around him suddenly became blurry and invisible, as if Yang Jian had suddenly disappeared.
In Saint's Tomb, shadows appeared on the only small path in the Heart Sea Realm and looked towards the exit.
In the corner of the city wall, the puppet maker suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the wall.
Primordial World, Jade Spring Mountain, in the Golden Cloud Cave.
Yang Jian's incarnation suddenly melted. Yuding Zhenren, who was deducing the same cultivation method, suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes!
An inexplicable Dao Rune wrapped around a third of Yang Jian's Primordial Spirit and disappeared in the blink of an eye under Yuding's gaze. The same scene happened in the Black Spirit World at the same time. The incarnation mysteriously disappeared completely, causing Ao Xinke to panic.
At that moment, Yang Jian had truly disappeared from the 'tangible world'. There was no aura, no mark. Even if the many wizards knew that Yang Jian was standing there, they could not see or see him clearly …
A soft humming sound appeared out of nowhere, as if there was a faint light gathering from nowhere. However, it seemed like everything was normal, except that Yang Jian was gone …
"What, what's wrong?"
"Silence! Don't act rashly. Protect Second Master. "
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