Back then, Yang Jian turned a blind eye to the Primordial World cultivators in the Four Spirit Worlds and the Cha He Army. Those who wanted to leave would leave, and those who wanted to stay would stay.
Anyway, the Primordial World cultivators scattered in the Chaos Sea could only be said to be insignificant compared to the number of the Spirit Race.
However, this time, Yang Jian wanted to keep all the Primordial World cultivators. It was not that he suddenly thought it through, but he really felt that it was difficult to find experts, and the enemy was too strong.
After waiting for a while on the mountain peak, hundreds of figures broke through the sky. They were the cultivators who had a good life in the Broken Bone World, escorted by the Second Elder.
"Second Master." Second Elder Di Wu bowed respectfully to Yang Jian, which made the cultivators from the Primordial World stare.
The Second Elder of the Broken Bone World might not have a high cultivation level, but he was the "second-in-command" of the Broken Bone World. Why was he so respectful to this young man who did not seem to be very reliable?
Previously, when Di Wu led the "shuffle" of the Broken Bone World, the cultivators of the Primordial World thought that it was a change of power after the Great Elder died, so they did not take it seriously.
However, before the living beings of the Primordial World could react, the Broken Bone World quieted down overnight. They were also chased to a corner and surrounded by "heavy troops".
It would be better if they did not resist during the process. However, if they maintained their cultivation level and fought with the Chaotic Spirit Race, they would definitely be suppressed by hundreds of Spirit Race experts.
Fortunately, the Spirit Tribe did not kill them. They only sealed their cultivation bases, so none of the cultivators had lost their lives.
At this moment, these people were brought to this place and saw the culprit who had caused all this. They found that the Second Elder, Di Wu, and the other Chaotic Spirits were bowing to a cultivator from the Untainted Land. They found it ridiculous.
"Di Wu, go ahead." Yang Jian waved his hand. The Second Elder accepted the order and left. Before he left, he glanced at the Primordial World cultivators, as if he was warning them not to act rashly.
This made many cultivators who had been there for hundreds of years even more confused.
Even Di Wu wasn't this respectful to his teacher, the old Realm Lord of the Broken Bone World …
"Everyone." Yang Jian cupped his hands. "I'm Yang Jian of the Dao Sect. I'm under orders to integrate the Chaos Sea's Spirit race. I've offended you previously."
A white-haired old man from the Human Race took two steps forward, but was glared at by the Spirit Race expert beside Yang Jian. He could only smile awkwardly and stop.
The old man bowed to Yang Jian and said, "So you're a disciple of the Dao Sect. However, I don't know how you did it. You actually made the Spirit Race so loyal to you overnight."
"There's no need to tell outsiders right now," Yang Jian said with a smile. "I told them not to hurt you because I wanted to discuss something with you."
A burly man said in a low voice, "If you want us to be as loyal to you as they are, then forget it. I came to the Broken Bone World by chance, and I am just a guest here, not a dog raised by the Broken Bone World."
Someone at the side pulled the burly man, but the latter still raised his head and looked a little arrogant.
Yang Jian chuckled and pointed at the burly man from afar. The seal on the latter's body immediately shattered.
Yang Jian still had a smile on his face. He continued calmly, "If I want to make things difficult for you, I will naturally not keep you here. If you want to leave, you can do so after I've pacified the Hundred Mountains. If you want to stay, you can still live the same way as before. There will not be any changes. "
The burly man recovered his mystical abilities, but the arrogance on his face turned into suspicion. He shouted, "In that case, let my brother go. We'll leave the Broken Bone World now."
"I said just now that you have to wait here for me to subdue the various factions in the Hundred Mountains before letting you leave."
Yang Jian had originally wanted to use this person to establish his might. At this moment, he deliberately provoked the man with words. He said to the man, "Of course, if your ability is strong enough to force me back half a step, I can also let you leave immediately."
Force me to take half a step back?
If he had said 'defeat me', it would have been more pleasing to the ears. However, the words' push me back by half a step 'were really looking down on him. Although the burly man's cultivation base was not too profound in the Quasi Saint Stage, he was still a true Quasi Saint Stage expert.
Otherwise, how could he have become a Foreign Elder in the Broken Bone World?
The burly man did not say a word. He pushed away the people in front of him with a cold face and stood in front of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was wearing a long robe. His face was like a crown of feathers. Under the sharp gaze of the burly man, he looked relaxed and content.
"Fellow Daoist, you're looking down on me! Are all Daoist disciples so arrogant? "
"There's no point in talking. We'll know once we try."
"Alright!" The burly man laughed heartily. The aura around him surged and green flames flickered around him, making him look like a demon king.
The Spirit Race experts behind Yang Jian looked a little nervous. However, they could not disobey Yang Jian's order and could only glare angrily.
"Watch my palm!"
The burly man who was wrapped in flames roared and slapped his palm. He gathered all his understanding of the Dao laws. The explosion and mania of the Dao of Fire were vividly displayed in that palm!
Unfortunately, the burly man still had some profound meaning in his heart. He did not use any mystical abilities or Numinous treasures. He only used his Dharma powers to fight.
Yang Jian casually slapped his palm, and the scene of the surging flames immediately froze. A wisp of yellow circulated, and the vigorous flames were extinguished in an instant. The Great Dao of Fire that passed through the place was directly shattered by Yang Jian's palm.
The burly man felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body trembled continuously. After enduring for a while, he still spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Yang Jian in shock.
Yang Jian smiled and shook his head. He did not even move the corner of his clothes, much less take half a step back.
"Fellow Daoist, your cultivation level," the burly man said with his head lowered. His face was livid, but he still bowed to Yang Jian with a Dao salute. He turned around and walked back to the crowd without saying anything else.
Yang Jian liked that person's temperament. Although he was a little arrogant and arrogant, he would not say anything because of a loss.
"Fellow Daoist, can you tell me your Dao name?"
"I don't have a Dao name. My master is my father, Li Xun."
Yang Jian nodded. He had only asked casually and did not think too much about it.
Another old woman sighed and said, "The mighty figures of the Dao Sect are indeed extraordinary. I don't dare to fight with you today. I just want to ask, why did the Dao Sect suddenly attack the Spirit Race?"
"In order to deal with the Great Tribulation," Yang Jian said, "Have you ever been to the mystic realm of the Bone World?"
"Of course." The cultivators nodded.
Yang Jian smiled bitterly. "The situation in the mystic realm might reappear in the future. Do you understand what I'm saying? "
At that moment, the mountain top was filled with gasps. Many cultivators began to argue and discuss. Yang Jian stood there quietly and waited for them to quiet down.
"Is that true?"
"We left the Chaos Sea because of the calamity. I never expected that we would still not be able to escape this calamity."
"If there really is such a calamity, it will be a thousand times worse than the dragons, phoenixes, and demons!"
"This should be the Great Tribulation of the undead …"
"Everyone, please listen to what Fellow Daoist Yang Jian has to say!" The old woman shouted. The hundreds of cultivators gradually regained their composure and looked at Yang Jian.
"Actually, I don't have anything to say," Yang Jian said calmly. "I don't want to make things difficult for you. Although these Spirits are controlled by me, I will return their freedom after the Great Tribulation … if we can survive this Great Tribulation."
Someone shouted, "What did the Three Pure Ones say?"
"The Saints are consolidating the Heavenly Dao in the Primordial World and preparing for battle." Yang Jian thought for a while and did not say anything about the North Ocean. "The Saints deduced that there will be a huge battle soon. I accepted the order to subdue the Chaos Spirits. Time is tight."
"Is there anything we can help?"
"How can there be intact eggs when the nest is destroyed? We are willing to help you, Fellow Daoist! "
"How can I help you, Fellow Daoist?"
More than half of the hundreds of people had the intention to submit. Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. He had originally thought that it would be good if he could convince one-third of them. The outcome was beyond his expectations.
Yang Jian bowed to everyone and slowly explained what he had thought.
Those cultivators did not need to do anything else. Yang Jian spent some effort today to let them speak to more cultivators of the Primordial World on his behalf in the future.
Later, the cultivators of the Primordial World would be sent there. They only needed to bring the cultivators who had just arrived into the Bone Remnant Mystic Realm to take a look at the tragic situation and repeat what Yang Jian had said just now.
All the cultivators agreed and even took the initiative to invite their friends over.
The team that persuaded them to surrender officially went online in the Bone Remnant World.
…
Yang Jian made arrangements in the Bone Remnant World for three days before heading to the nearby mountains.
There were a total of thousands of factions in the Hundred Mountains. They were rather scattered. Yang Jian planned to preserve the combat power of the Spirit Race as much as possible. He could not launch a large-scale expedition.
He would first start with the larger factions and then "spread" to the small and medium-sized factions. He would strive to subdue the Hundred Mountains in the shortest time possible.
However, even the shortest amount of time would require some time.
Yang Jian could not devote all his energy to that matter. He still had to comprehend the Mysterious Yellow Indestructible Body. Sometimes, he would suddenly gain enlightenment and sit in the mountain for decades, causing the progress of subduing the Hundred Mountains to become even slower.
During that period, the Black Spirit Nation attacked Wang Yang Nation. Under the premise that Chu Qi and Kong Xuan "hollowed out" the ministers and experts around the King of Wang Yang Nation in advance, there was almost no bloodshed.
Then, using the land of Wang Yang Nation as a springboard, the Black Spirit Nation launched a large-scale expedition to the surrounding factions.
In just a hundred years, the flames of war were everywhere in a corner of the Chaotic Sea.
However, in every battlefield, the most casualties were the ordinary Chaotic Spirits. There were not many experts above the Daira level who died. Usually, they would disappear for no reason and be escorted back to the Black Spirit Nation. Very soon, they would become the new blood of the Black Spirit Nation's army.
The Black Spirit Nation's forces were expanding rapidly. The Black Spirit Nation's forces were only controlled by four women who rarely showed their faces.
Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan cooperated more and more with each other. Kong Xuan and Chu Qi were running around, and more and more Spirit Race experts were under their control. This made Ao Xinke feel a little uneasy.
Ao Xinke was not worried about Chu Qi. Ever since Kun Peng was killed, Chu Qi had always regarded herself as Yang Jian's subordinate every time she mentioned him. Her loyalty could not be faked.
But Kong Xuan …
Ao Xinke wrote a letter to Yang Jian. After reading it, Yang Jian only smiled and did not say anything.
As time went by, he watched the wind and clouds change.
The Black Spirit Nation's army had spread to the Hundred Mountains. Now that the Hundred Mountains were completely under Yang Jian's control, the Black Spirit Nation's army immediately changed its direction and headed elsewhere.
The Spiritual World.
The Hundred Mountains were busy building formations everywhere. Yang Jian wanted to turn the Hundred Mountains into an iron fortress.
Looking back, Yang Jian found that he had been stationed in the Hundred Mountains for hundreds of years. His cultivation had only improved a little, but the number of Spirit Race experts calling him "Second Master" had increased, to the point that he had lost count.
There were some changes in the Primordial World that had not happened for a long time.
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