The Saint's instructions that the White Crane Child had conveyed had actually cleared some of Yang Jian's doubts.
It was no wonder that so many Primordial World cultivators had come to the Black Spirit Kingdom to congratulate them. It turned out that the Saints were adding fuel to the fire …
However, why couldn't he write the alliance letter in the Primordial World? Why did he have to do it outside the Primordial World?
The alliance letter seemed to be just a few oaths. A piece of white paper, cloth, jade talisman, or stone inscription could actually form a good binding force for cultivators. As long as one signed the alliance letter, it would be difficult for them to betray the Primordial World even if they were captured in the future calamity.
Yang Jian pondered carefully and understood the Saint's good intentions.
In the future, this alliance letter might be an opportunity for Yang Jian to raise his arm and summon the immortals of the Primordial World to fight against powerful enemies together.
The Saint had deliberately chosen to launch this matter in the Black Spirit Kingdom. Even if he had specially instructed the Great Immortal Zhenyuan to keep the alliance letter, Yang Jian was the "initiator" of the alliance letter in the hearts of the immortals and gods who had come to the Black Spirit Kingdom today.
That did not only affect the cultivators in the Black Spirit Kingdom today. As long as they brought the news back, Yang Jian would stand on the throne of the Alliance Leader in the eyes of the Primordial World cultivators …
As long as Yang Jian did not fall during the Great Tribulation, the Primordial World cultivators would have more confidence.
After understanding all these twists and turns, Yang Jian could only sigh at the Saint's love and did not have any worries.
External affairs are external affairs in the end.
Cultivators only sought the Great Dao.
Even if the Three Pure Ones were to promote Yang Jian now, Yang Jian was ultimately just a strong ant that could be destroyed by a supreme expert if he could not enter the Saint realm.
At this moment, Yang Jian completely understood what he had to do.
Cultivate, comprehend the Dao, and break through to the Saint realm.
He wanted to reach the Pangu God realm first, but he could not be satisfied with only the Pangu God realm. That was because the Pangu God had lost back then and could not protect Tai Su. He could only create another world.
Moreover, the Pangu God had only faced one supreme expert back then. At least eight supreme experts could appear …
After understanding this, how could Yang Jian be excited? How could he be happy?
If he could become a Saint, the position of the Alliance Leader would be the icing on the cake. If he could not become a Saint, even if Yang Jian was given ten Alliance Leader positions, Yang Jian would not be able to carry the weight of the Primordial World.
"Husband," Ao Xinke called softly, "Mother and the others are here."
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded in response. He temporarily put these thoughts aside and followed Ao Xinke to the back of the array.
There was an immortal mountain shrouded in immortal mist. On the mountain, there were many female immortals who did not have very high cultivation levels walking around. A few immortal pavilions were faintly discernible in the clouds.
Ao Xinke smiled, "The bridal chamber is here. My two younger sisters are waiting somewhere else. They can't come and see me until the wedding."
"Xinke, come over when the time comes." Yang Jian hugged Ao Xinke's slender waist. "How nice would it be for our family of four to be happy and harmonious?"
Ao Xinke's charming and beautiful face was a little red. However, she bit her lips and agreed. "Husband, I still have to check those guests …"
After saying that, she gently broke free from the Perfected Lord's claws that had already begun to patrol the backyard of the Yang family. She only rolled her eyes at Yang Jian and left on a cloud in a sorry state.
Yang Jian chuckled and didn't think much about it. He walked towards a celestial pavilion.
Two graceful figures stood in front of the pavilion. When they saw Yang Jian flying over, they immediately shouted happily.
"Brother!"
It was Yang Xiaochan and Liu Ya.
After fooling around with the two girls for a while, Yang Jian felt much more relaxed. He finally found the feeling of a wedding.
Liu Ya came to congratulate him on behalf of Emperor NvWa's Palace. Later, she might also leave her name on the alliance letter.
Yang Xiaochan pulled Yang Jian into the pavilion, saying that she had just cooked the immortal delicacies that could only be found in Emperor NvWa's Palace, and she insisted that Yang Jian should taste them.
Liu Ya followed Yang Jian cautiously and stared at Yang Jian's back. A little depression flashed across her eyes, but she soon restrained these emotions.
After entering the immortal pavilion and greeting Yohime, Yang Xiaochan held a plate to feed Yang Jian, while Yohime was busy cutting the wedding robe for Yang Jian. The fairies were busy around, and they were also a little flustered.
Finally, after a while, Yang Jian helped Yohime to sit down. He tried to talk about something that was not dangerous, so that his mother could laugh more.
The atmosphere was just right. However, Yohime held Yang Jian's hand and said earnestly, "My son has married another wife and concubine today.
"My son is remarrying another wife and concubine today, I am naturally happy from the bottom of my heart. However, when will you be able to add more incense to the Yang Family? Xinke has been married to our Yang family for so many years. How can you always neglect her? "
"Mother." Yang Jian was instantly embarrassed. He stole a glance at Yang Xiaochan and Liu Ya and realized that the two girls had already left the immortal pavilion.
Yohime said seriously, "You also know that you have taken on the responsibility of protecting the Primordial World in the face of the Great Tribulation of the Primordial World. You are indeed a hero of the world. However, my son, you should also think about your father. If anything happens to you in the future, how should I face your father? "
Yang Jian forced a smile. "Mother, I cultivate my physical body. The most difficult thing to become a Saint with my physical body is to have children …"
"What do you mean?"
"Mother, have you heard of how many ancient mighty figures have children?"
Yohime immediately pondered and sighed softly. "Could it be that there are such disadvantages when one's cultivation level is high?"
"Yes." Yang Jian hurriedly said, "Giving birth to children is originally a move to extend the bloodline. However, if a cultivator is stronger, the immortal body will feel that they are immortal. There is no need to rely on this to continue the bloodline. Therefore … it is difficult for them to have children."
"So that's how it is …"
Yohime looked at Yang Jian and sighed softly. "I originally wanted to have a grandson earlier. After hearing what you said, I can only leave it to fate."
"That's right. Actually, I also want to have a son and a half." Yang Jian sighed and said, "However, my body is not up to expectations."
"My son, don't be discouraged. It's not your fault." Yohime comforted him gently. She blamed herself for mentioning this matter to Yang Jian and quickly changed the topic.
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief …
The higher one's cultivation level was, the harder it was to have children. Why did ancient mighty figures rarely have children? Most of the ancient mighty figures did not have such needs. Moreover, their bloodlines were unique. How could they have descendants?
The ancient mighty figures who could reproduce, such as the dragons, phoenixes, and the mighty figures of the demon race back then, had long had clansmen everywhere!
Of course, the Wu people were nurtured by Zu Wu with his own bloodline. The first generation of the Wu people only reproduced.
In the Immortal Pavilion, Yang Jian and Yohime were talking to each other. Most of the time, Yohime was instructing Yang Jian on how to do things and how to take care of herself.
Outside the Immortal Pavilion, the laughter of Liu Ya and Yang Xiaochan spread everywhere, causing the array formation to have a lot of Primordial Energy.
In front of the array formation, at the immortal banquet.
More than twenty figures were surrounding a stone tablet. The Great Immortal Zhen Yuan used his finger as a pen and left lines of words on the stone tablet.
Shaoqing, an alliance letter with more than a hundred words was engraved on the stone tablet.
The Great Immortal Zhen Yuan smiled and said, "Later, we just need to place this stone tablet outside and let the cultivators swear an oath with their blood. Then, it will be completed."
"The first person to sign the alliance letter has to be Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian," the Old Man of Taiji instructed. The mighty figures all agreed.
How could they not understand the true meaning of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning's words? It was just to let Yang Jian stand in front of the cultivators of the Primordial World.
"However, Little Friend Yang Jian's wedding banquet has become a foil."
"What's wrong with that?" Emperor Huang Xuanyuan smiled and said, "At most, we'll let him marry a few more times after the Great Tribulation and make up for it!"
The mighty figures smiled and chatted happily at the banquet.
The stone tablet stood there quietly. At that moment, it was still the color of green stone. Soon, it would be dyed red by the blood of the cultivators of the Primordial World.
If the Primordial World survived the Great Tribulation, the Black Spirit Alliance Letter would naturally be a good story.
If the Primordial World was overturned during the Great Tribulation, the stone tablet would probably be soaked in immortal blood. Who knew what kind of light and shadow it would be like?
In the capital of the Black Spirit Kingdom, Ao Xinke was busy. Kong Xuan, who had just returned from fighting outside, was captured by Ao Xinke to do hard labor.
Three days later, the guests were invited to the Black Spirit Kingdom's palace. The dozens of halls immediately became abnormally crowded. There were still many Immortals Daira rushing over from the Primordial World or the Chaos Sea. They wanted to join in the fun.
The wedding was set to be held ten days later. During these ten days, there were only a few people entering and leaving the main hall of the Black Spirit Kingdom. It was destined that there would not be a moment of peace.
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