The Spirit experts of the Sanfeng Kingdom no longer resisted, and the faces of those who were not Spirit experts were deathly still.
With just a single spear strike, Yang Jian had destroyed the obsession in the hearts of many cultivators. He had even shattered the dao hearts of those cultivators who had originally followed the white-robed old man. As a result, Kong Xuan and the others' interrogation later on had become much simpler.
Either they died or they told him.
Yang Jian, who had killed a Saint of the Great Path, sat cross-legged in a corner of the Sanfeng Kingdom as if nothing had happened. He kept searching through the memories of the Saint's remnant soul in his hand.
He had obtained a lot, but not much was useful.
The white-robed old man's Daoist name was Feng Zhouzi. He was a Saint of the Great Path who had defected to the supreme expert in Tai Su. Before the supreme expert went to hunt down the Pangu God, he had been ordered to lead dozens of Tai Su traitors in the Chaotic Sea to wait for orders.
Yang Jian already knew that the Pangu God and the supreme expert had fought a great battle, and both sides were injured. As a result, the Pangu God had fallen. Before he fell, he had left behind many arrangements. He had even divided his soul into three parts and turned it into the Three Pure Ones to leave some hope for the Primitive Universe.
Although the supreme expert was seriously injured and did not die, he had been silent for several Periods before he appeared and gave Feng Zhouzi an order.
The order was very simple. It was to let Feng Zhouzi lead his men to continue hiding. Although Tai Su was destroyed, the Primitive Universe still existed, and the war was not over.
As for how many subordinates of the supreme expert were hiding in the Chaotic Sea like Feng Zhouzi, Feng Zhouzi's remnant soul had no memory of them.
Only one thing was clear: when Tai Su was destroyed, Feng Zhouzi was not the only one who had defected to the supreme expert.
Moreover, that supreme expert was also rather ruthless in his attacks. He directly killed those with mediocre abilities, and those who were left behind were all great divine abilities that were slightly pleasing to the eye …
However, Yang Jian didn't come out empty-handed.
In Feng Zhouzi's remnant soul, he saw the face of the supreme expert.
It was a man who did not look outstanding, and his temperament was not outstanding either. He even looked like a mortal as he stood quietly in the Chaotic Sea.
Only that pair of eyes had a kind of soul-piercing sharpness.
Was this the supreme expert who had destroyed Tai Su all those years ago? That 'disciple' who had become Old Teacher Mo's sore point?
It should be this man who had brushed against his left hand when he was retrieving the Nirvana True Fire, causing his left hand to take seventy to eighty days to recover. In the end, he could only rely on the Nirvana True Fire. Only then did he recover to his original state.
The person hiding in the Primordial Netherworld Stream was this person?
Yang Jian continued to ponder, his expression a little solemn.
Compared to the time when his left hand was injured, his cultivation had not improved much. Even with the newly forged three-pointed, double-edged spear, if he were to face that Omnipotent Expert now, he would be crushed in a single move.
However, Daoist Heavenly Flame, who was unable to deal with the Venerables of Water and Fire back then, was able to rely on the Bell of Chaos to join forces with the Three Pure Ones Patriarchs to stop this supreme expert.
This was the difference between realms.
Yang Jian could kill a Saint of the Great Path, but he could not last more than a few rounds with a supreme expert. Although Daoist Heavenly Flame and the patriarchs of the Three Pure Ones could only fight on par with Venerable Water and Venerable Fire, they could still fight a supreme expert.
At the end of the day, he had to cross the hurdle of the Saint Realm as soon as possible.
Becoming a Saint …
With a thought, Yang Jian began to search the rest of the memories in the Saint's remnant soul. From the perspective of a bystander, he watched the Saint's' life 'of cultivation and indirectly learned about the Grand Essence Era where the Pangu God once lived.
This went on for three days.
Almost all those who could become Saints had their own era, their own legend, and Fengzhouzi was the same.
Back then, Grand Essence lived in the center of the Chaotic Sea. The nine heavens and ten earths were full of cultivators, and the sky was full of worlds, big and small.
There were even no mortals in this great world. All living beings were born to cultivate, and their status was determined by their own aptitude and the height of their cultivation.
The cultivators strived to live longer and climb up step by step; the famous mighty beings stood above all living beings, but they had to rely on the sages, dividing the world into a few relatively large forces. Tens of millions of cultivators battled endlessly for years.
The Grand Essence Era was several times larger than the Primordial Era, and the experts of the Grand Essence Era were much stronger than the ancient Almighty Experts.
Yang Jian had heard about the process of Grand Essence's destruction from Mo Fuzi's mouth once, but from Fengzhouzi's perspective, he could still feel a different 'story'.
That supreme expert was too scheming.
He used Grand Essence as a chessboard. When Grand Essence was at its peak, he deliberately crashed the Saint's Tomb into the Grand Essence Realm, thus leading to the destruction of 'Tai Chi' and 'Tai Shi', causing the cultivators of Grand Essence to fall into panic.
After that, this guy raised his arm and called for a rally. He used this general trend to stir up the situation, and step by step, he became the master of a force. He used the excuse of 'unifying all forces to fight against the strongest' to launch a war that affected all parts of the Grand Essence Realm.
When the knowledgeable people of Grand Essence came to their senses, the situation was already irreversible.
Was this supreme expert really the weakest of the nine supreme experts?
How difficult would it be for the other eight?
Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the miserable scene in the Hundred Mountains of Tai Chi's Tomb. A part of the world was casually pinched by that big hand, turning into a Buddha for all living beings …
"Sigh, how do I become a Saint at the same time."
Yang Jian sighed and looked down at the white light in his hand.
With a gentle shake, the last remnant of Fengzhouzi's soul was shattered by Yang Jian. His true spirit was destroyed, and he had completely fallen.
Because Yang Jian's spear was too overbearing, Fengzhouzi's treasure was destroyed, and all the treasures were gone, leaving Yang Jian quite disappointed.
Although this Force Stacking Technique was tyrannical, it was a pity that there were no spoils of war after the battle.
Yang Jian thought of the divine light he had vaguely captured before, which seemed to be the opportunity to solve his current predicament.
Stars …
What was the use?
Yang Jian quietly thought about it, and two days passed unknowingly. Kong Xuan and Chu Qi came looking for him, and he returned from his thoughts.
Kong Xuan said, "The Sanfeng Kingdom has been cleaned up, what should we do with those traitors of Grand Essence?"
"Did they confess?"
"He was so frightened by your spear that he confessed." Kong Xuan looked at Yang Jian from head to toe as if he was looking at a rare treasure. "Are you still so calm after killing a Saint?"
"Why? Do I have to jump around?" Yang Jian laughed and shook his robe. He slowly stood up. "Choose a few of these traitors of Grand Essence and send them back to the Primordial World for the Saints to deal with. As for the others … kill them."
Kong Xuan nodded. "Why don't you control their essence souls and make them atone for their mistakes back then?"
"Brother Kong, what do you think they have done wrong?" Yang Jian asked. Kong Xuan was speechless.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Cultivators are selfish to begin with. Under the calamity, it's understandable for them to attach themselves to the strong. Tai Su has already fallen. It's time for them to return to their own era. "
"Master, does the Sanfeng Kingdom need to move closer to the Black Spirit Kingdom?"
"Move closer." Yang Jian nodded and agreed. He looked at Chu Qi and instructed, "Don't be anxious if you encounter such a powerful enemy in the future. If you encounter danger, escape with your life."
"Yes," Chu Qi lowered his head and replied with a slightly gloomy expression.
"I'm done here. I'll continue my seclusion. Brother Kong, help me persuade Lan 'er. She'll probably need a few years to recover."
"Got it. You only know that you belong to Lan 'er. Does Feng Wu have any place for you?"
Yang Jian was extremely embarrassed. He could only leave in a sorry state and fly back to the place where he had gone into seclusion earlier.
He sensed the location of the little eagle and realized that it had flown further away. It was also "stronger" than before. It should have already hunted a suitable ferocious beast for you.
Riding the Black Shuttle, Yang Jian was thinking about how to achieve the Dual Dao Saint along the way. He did not realize that time had passed and he had already arrived at the dark golden star.
The formation was still there, and there was nothing unusual about the place.
After activating the Spirit Gathering Formation, Yang Jian hid in the middle of the formation again and sprinkled True Phoenix Fire to continue melting the huge dark golden star.
Wisps of Connate Gold Qi filled the air again and slowly surged towards Yang Jian. Yang Jian did not refuse any of them.
At this rate, the Invincible Golden Body Incantation would have a chance of becoming a Saint in about a hundred years. However, the Eight Nine Arcane Art needed a longer time to cultivate. It also required Yang Jian to continue comprehending and pondering the Heaven and Earth Indestructible Dao Realm. It could not be achieved simply by accumulating Dharmic powers.
Unless Yang Jian could also fight with a Saint who cultivated the Eight Nine Arcane Art and fully experience the Saint Realm of the Eight Nine Arcane Art.
He closed his eyes and returned his consciousness to the incarnation of the Primordial World. He still turned into the appearance of Patriarch Puti and walked around the mountain for a while.
The monkey was rather diligent in cultivating Dharma spells. However, what Huo Yun and Qing Shan "secretly" taught him were all superficial Dharma spells that could control objects, clouds, and Dharma treasures. There were no truly powerful Mystical Abilities.
The monkey was not anxious at that moment. Naturally, Yang Jian was not anxious either. If the monkey could stay in such an atmosphere for a few more years, it would naturally be beneficial to the cultivation of his state of mind.
He preached the Dao twice in the mountain. Two months after killing Feng Zhouzi, a group of experts from the Heiling Kingdom escorted a few traitors of Tai Su into the Primordial World. Naturally, it caused a huge uproar.
Naturally, the news of Yang Jian killing the "White-robed Saint" with one spear also quickly spread in the Primordial World with the arrival of the experts of the Heiling Kingdom.
The Grandmaster of Heaven appeared and received the five traitors of Tai Su. He said that he would invite all fellow Daoists to Emperor Wa's Palace three days later to interrogate these people and solve the mystery of Tai Su's destruction.
The Three Pure Ones and the Heavenly Flame Daoist naturally knew why Tai Su was destroyed and how it was destroyed. However, these words were naturally not as convincing when they were spoken by the "survivors" of Tai Su.
Of course, other arrangements would be made in the next three days to prevent any jokes from damaging the dignity of the Saints.
Yang Jian's incarnation stayed quietly in the Fangcun Mountain. Although these things were lively, he was too lazy to participate in them.
Even if he did not appear, the news of him killing the White-robed Saint spread everywhere in the Primordial World. The news of Yang Jian killing the Saint increased, and it also gave the cultivators of the Primordial World a boost in morale.
What was regrettable was that everyone knew that Yang Jian was unparalleled and that his divine powers were invincible, but very few people knew how heavy the burden on Yang Jian's shoulders was, and how great the pressure was.
In the Fangcun Mountain, training the monkey who had just started cultivating became the only pleasure of Yang Jian's cultivation.
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