If he did not become a Saint, he would die for a good cause.
Yang Jian was worried about his master, but he was powerless to do anything for him. The Saint Realm was the end of the Dao, and it was also the true realm that the Great Dao could reach. It was the transcendent realm that cultivators dreamed of reaching, and they would risk their lives to reach it.
This was his own path of cultivation. No matter who it was, even if it was a supreme expert who had mastered nine Great Dao of Origin, they would not be able to help him except to give him some pointers.
To Yuding, every time he failed to break through to the Saint Realm, it meant that the chances of him breaking through to the Saint Realm would be lower.
The accumulation of these dozens of times was not experience, but obstacles, nightmares, and the worries that had accumulated in the deepest part of his Dao heart.
Although Yuding Zhenren had untied the biggest knot in his heart and faced the fact that he was a Spiritual Divine Dao cultivator, breaking through to the Saint Realm seemed to be a matter of course.
But when he thought about it carefully, Yuding was facing a life-and-death situation, and it was very likely that he would die.
However, Yang Jian could not say anything to make his master give up on becoming a Saint. Even if they were not master and disciple, but father and son, or brother, he could not persuade Yuding Zhenren to give up on becoming a Saint.
"Master …"
Yang Jian sighed, took the jade talisman back to Fangcun Mountain, and transformed back into Patriarch Subhuti's appearance, and entered the warm room.
His mind returned to his real body, and he thought about what his master had said, wondering if he could do anything for his master.
Apart from waiting quietly, there was nothing.
Moreover, Yuding Zhenren wanted to break through to the Saint Realm, and it would not be a day's work. At the very least, it would take years, or centuries, or at the very most, a few Yuanhui, or even dozens of Yuanhui. He might not even be able to take half a step forward.
"I wonder if the world will help Master."
Yang Jian murmured, and he looked at himself.
He had to speed up as well …
His left palm gathered the sky, and his right hand covered the earth. The True Phoenix Fire suddenly became vigorous, and the Spirit Gathering Formation under him flashed with bright light. Wisps of Primordial Gold Qi were quickly absorbed into Yang Jian's body.
Although directly storing the massive amount of Innate Gold Qi into his body was not very safe, and it might cause some unnecessary pressure to his body, but it could save him a lot of time.
Gradually, Yang Jian stabilized the balance in his body, and the speed at which he absorbed the Innate Gold Qi increased by several times, and the circulation of the Invincible Golden Body Incantation was much smoother than before.
With a little pressure, this Xuan body of his still had potential to be dug out.
On his hands and legs, the golden patterns had already begun to connect. When there were no more golden patterns on his body and he turned into a golden body, the Invincible Golden Body Incantation would stand on the threshold of becoming a Saint.
That day would not be too late.
…
Celestial Court, Celestial River.
The marshal of the Heavenly River Navy was sitting on the back of a divine turtle, inspecting the Heavenly Soldiers in formation in the Heavenly River.
The few Heavenly Generals around him were a little nervous, afraid that Tian Peng would be dissatisfied. After all, the Heavenly River Navy had become more and more elite in the past few years, and it was all because of Tian Peng. This marshal of the Navy, whose cultivation level was not too high and had barely reached Daira, was indeed quite good at managing the army.
Tian Peng looked at the energetic Heavenly Soldiers and felt a little proud.
Generally speaking, only two-thirds of the Heavenly Soldiers of the Celestial Court and the army of the Skyward Pavilion had cultivation levels above the Immortal Realm. There were also some Heavenly Soldiers who were about to become Immortals.
However, the Heavenly River Navy had reached the Immortal Realm, and this was directly related to Tian Peng's continuous supply of Immortal Pills and Elixirs.
Not only was his cultivation level good, but the Heavenly River Navy's battle array was also two layers more than the other divisions of the Celestial Court. Usually, the Heavenly River Navy patrolled everywhere and received the recognition and praise of all parties.
Due to Tian Peng's good management of the army, the Heavenly River Navy was abnormally active. Tian Peng gradually became the Heavenly General with the highest prestige among the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, apart from Li Jing, the Grand Marshal of the Celestial Court.
"Have you slacked off in training recently?"
"Marshal, how can we dare to slack off now that the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth is facing?"
"The Heavenly River passes through the Celestial Court. It's the most important defense of the Celestial Court," Tian Peng said seriously. "I don't need to remind you of these matters. The enemy from outer space might suddenly appear anywhere and at any time. When the various divisions are on duty, you must not be distracted."
The generals cupped their fists. "Yes."
Tian Peng nodded and smiled in satisfaction. "That's good. I'll go get some more pills. Find some seedlings with good potential and raise their cultivation levels."
One of them smiled and said, "Marshal, are you going to the Tushita Palace to seek help again?"
"How can you say that?" Tian Peng scolded with a smile. "If it weren't for you, why would I be so shameless!? Alright, alright. If there's nothing else, scram. I'm going. "
The generals watched as Tian Peng flew away on a cloud. They smiled and teased him for a while before returning to the camp to find some immortal soldiers with good potential.
That kind of thing clearly happened often. The Heavenly River Navy could develop bit by bit because of Tian Peng's close relationship with the Tushita Palace.
However, Tian Peng had something to hide from them. Those pills …
At the gate of the Tushita Palace, Tian Peng had already descended from the cloud. He quickly walked up the steps and leaned towards the palace gate.
He shouted into the crack in the door, "Hey, Little Gold! Little Silver! It's me! Tian Peng! "
It wasn't long before the gate of the Tushita Palace was pulled open a little, and a small head poked out. It was a little Daoist boy, whose smile instantly crumbled when he saw Tian Peng.
The Daoist boy said in a low voice, "No more! Really no more! There's really no more this time. Marshal Tian Peng, why are you here again?! "
"Why not? Little Silver, you and your senior brother refine pills every day. There should be some leftovers, right? " Tian Peng said with a smile as he felt for a small bag in his arms. "Look, what did Senior Brother Tian Peng bring for you?"
The boy called Little Silver blinked. He took the mustard seed bag and opened it. After taking a few glances, his eyes instantly lit up.
"So many elixirs? Where did you get them? "
Tian Peng immediately smiled complacently. "I picked some when I went out on patrol. Junior Brother Little Silver, this should be enough for you two to practice for half a month, right? Give me some of the elixirs you refined earlier. You both have immortal pills refined by Lao Jun to protect yourselves, so you won't be able to use the ones you refined. "
"If Lao Jun found out, it would really be a terrible sin." Little Silver pursed his lips and hesitated for a while before reluctantly nodding.
"Wait here, I'll go get them. But there really isn't much this time. I wasted a few furnaces."
"It's fine, it's fine. I want the leftovers too. The leftovers refined by the Eight Trigrams Furnace are also treasures."
Little Silver rolled his eyes in anger, then turned and ran back into the Tushita Palace.
Tian Peng smiled smugly, but then felt that he had lost his composure. He coughed dryly and stood there with his back straight, looking like an expert.
At that moment, the gate of the Tushita Palace opened silently. Tian Peng's body instantly stiffened as he heard a call.
"Come in, I have something to entrust to you."
Lao Jun!
Tian Peng did not dare to deal with it. He lowered his head and walked into the Tushita Palace. He could not help but mutter in his heart.
The Grand Supreme Elder should know that he had come here to trick Little Gold and Little Silver into refining pills for him … It must be. How could this be hidden from the incarnation of the Saint?
Why is the Grand Supreme Elder looking for me?
No matter what it is, it should be a big matter for me.
However, Tian Peng would never have imagined that not only would this matter not be small to him, it would also be so big that he would not be able to bear it in the future.
After entering the hall, Marshal Tian Peng looked at the old Daoist priest sitting on the meditation cushion in front of him and bowed deeply.
The reason why he had his current glory was because of the Grand Supreme Elder's help. When Tian Peng became the Marshal of the Heavenly River Navy, he was seen as one of the few marshals in the Celestial Court because he had the "title" of the Dao Sect's Guardian.
"Greetings, Grand Supreme Elder. If there's anything you need me to do, please instruct me."
"Okay."
The Grand Supreme Elder nodded slightly and said, "Do you know that the Buddhists want to travel to the West to gather the destiny of the world?"
Tian Peng was stunned for a moment before he quickly shook his head.
Journey to the West? Gathering the destiny of the world?
What does this have to do with the Heavenly River Navy? Could it be that the Grand Supreme Elder wants to destroy the Buddhist Sect and wants me to mobilize the Heavenly River Army?
There are so many experts on the spiritual mountain, and there is also the incarnation of a Saint guarding it. That would probably be difficult …
While Tian Peng was letting his imagination run wild, the Grand Supreme Elder had already slowly explained what Tian Peng wanted to do.
Tian Peng was speechless for a long time after hearing that. He stood there in a daze for a long time.
Reincarnation? Enter the Buddhist Sect?
This …
Tian Peng looked at the Grand Supreme Elder. The latter's expression was calm. He sat there like a statue, but he emitted an elegant and indifferent Dao rune.
"Yes, Master."
"Okay."
A moment later, in front of Tushita Palace, Tian Peng took a small mustard seed bag from Little Silver, the smile on his face a little forced.
"Senior Brother Tian Peng, what's wrong? Did I give you too little? That's all this time. "
"Ah, it's nothing. I'll go back first. Little Silver … take care."
Tian Peng smiled and waved his hand. With a soft sigh, he directly left on a cloud.
Fortunately, he still had hundreds of years to prepare, and could use this time to find a trustworthy candidate to take over the Heavenly River Navy.
As for what the Grand Supreme Elder had said about how he could use this opportunity to condense destiny for cultivation, Tian Peng didn't think too much of it.
No matter how powerful he was, could he be more powerful than True Lord Erlang?
"Take care?"
At the entrance of Tushita Palace, Little Silver blinked, then snorted. "What's wrong with this guy? He actually said 'take care' this time. This old Daoist is refining pills in Tushita Palace every day. What do you mean take care?"
Rolling his eyes, Little Silver turned to enter the palace and jogged all the way to the side hall.
As for what had happened just now, no one knew. The Heavenly Dao hadn't even noticed that the Grand Supreme Elder and Tian Peng had met.
…
Mount Heart, Cave of Slanting Moon and Three Stars.
The day after Yang Jian met his shifu, he began to talk about the cultivation path as usual. This time, the monkey didn't fall asleep. Instead, halfway through Yang Jian's lecture, the monkey couldn't help interrupting and asking about the "art of immortality."
On the surface, Yang Jian, who was disguised as Patriarch Subhuti, had a serious expression, but he was actually chuckling in his heart.
First, he reprimanded Monkey Sun for biting off more than he could chew. Then, he had the monkey go forward and hit him three times on the back with a long ruler.
The other disciples all smiled as they watched the monkey get punished. The monkey only laughed for a while, and wasn't too disappointed.
At midnight, a sneaky figure snuck to the door of the warm room in the backyard of the Daoist temple. Pushing open the unlatched wooden door, the figure saw the old shifu lying on the bed, "pretending to sleep."
Kneeling in the moonlight, the figure, covered in monkey fur, was naturally Wukong.
"Shifu … please teach me the art of immortality!"
With his back to the monkey, Yang Jian opened his eyes and said "good" before slowly sitting up.
"Since you can comprehend it, it shows that your comprehension isn't bad. Come forward, I'll teach you how to live forever."
The monkey jumped three feet high and almost broke the lintel of the door. Sitting on the single-keyed bed, Yang Jian had a straight face as he hurriedly moved closer with a grin.
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