Now, the strength of his mystic body could no longer be improved. The Eight-Nine Arcane Art really had to be comprehended by himself.
If he comprehended it, he would comprehend it.
If he couldn't, he could only wait bitterly.
Yang Jian could already vaguely feel that countless enemies would rush out of the North Sea before the Journey to the West Tribulation was over. The supreme experts would descend into the Primordial World …
At that time, what should he use to resist?
With a soft sigh, Yang Jian's incarnation stood on a cloud in the sky and looked at the world below quietly.
In the past 400 years, Yang Jian had spent less than a year with his family. Every time he was confused and had some negative emotions, his three wives could always encourage him to move forward with their gentleness.
Back then, the Pangu God was the one who was truly desperate. He was already half a step away from being a supreme expert, but he was still found by a supreme expert …
Would such a day come for him too?
The Invincible Golden Body Incantation had been waiting for the Eight-Nine Arcane Art for more than 400 years. Before the final tribulation arrived, how many 400 years could Yang Jian squander?
How could he master the Indestructible Mystic Yellow Body? What was recorded in the ninth mental cultivation method of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art? He cultivated two techniques at the same time. Would he be able to withstand the backlash of two Great Dao at the last moment?
There were too many unknowns. At that moment, it was very difficult for Yang Jian to calm down.
"Master, are you worried about cultivation again?"
A soft voice came from the cloud beside him. Fairy Zi Xia, who was dressed in a green pleated skirt, rode a cloud. Her long hair was tied up like a phoenix tail, and her immortal robe reflected the sunlight. Her skin was like jade, her eyes were bright, and her teeth were white. She had already become slender and graceful.
"Yes." Yang Jian smiled, but there was inevitably a hint of annoyance in his smile.
Zi Xia held her master's arm and chuckled, "If you don't understand, don't force it. Wait a little longer, and there will be some inspiration."
"Is it your turn to lecture me?" Yang Jian raised his hand and knocked Zi Xia's head. "Let's go to the East Sea with me."
"Ah!"
Zixia answered happily and followed her master obediently, drifting slowly toward the East Sea.
Riding on the wind and clouds, Zixia was free and unfettered. To amuse her master, Zixia kept telling him some interesting things in the Celestial Court. Yang Jian's annoyance gradually dissipated.
He naturally did not come to the East Ocean to take advantage of them. This time, his mind returned to the Primordial World to discuss with the Dragon Kings of the four seas about the cooperation between the Dragons' army and the Hailing Kingdom's army during the Great Tribulation.
The Dragons army was also an extremely powerful force. How many marines did the Dragons train in the Three Thousand Worlds? This was truly innumerable.
Although it was not as powerful as the Skyward Pavilion, it was still a powerful force that could not be ignored.
Yang Jian was now the Heavenly God of Justice of the Celestial Court, so he had some say in the Celestial Court. As long as the Black Spirit Nation, the Dragons, the Celestial Court, and the Buddhist Sect didn't make any mistakes during the war, they would be able to gather a mighty army.
In fact, the entire five continents were not even enough to arrange the troops.
Yang Jian discussed with the Dragon Kings for half a day. The Dragons promised to follow the Black Spirit Nation's lead, so Yang Jian did not ask for anything more.
On the other hand, Zixia got a pile of treasures and followed Yang Jian's incarnation back to the Celestial Court happily. She showed off to the Six Friends of Meishan and the fairies of the Perfected Lord's Residence.
When Yang Jian shifted his attention away, he summoned Zixia and said, "Zixia, if you want to go to the Black Spirit Nation, go find the Black Spirit Nation's garrison first and ask them to escort you to Xuandu City."
Zixia was taken aback at first, but then she was overjoyed and agreed.
She finally got her master's permission to go to the Black Spirit Nation. Although the Primordial World was good, she did not have many friends. If she went to the capital of the Black Spirit Nation, she would be taken care of by her mistress. She would also have Ting Lan, Green Bamboo, and Chu Qian, who were familiar with her, to play with every day.
Not to mention, there were a few mistresses she could flirt with every day and help her master and mistress do some things …
"Master, I'll go now!"
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Yang Jian thought of the monkey staying under the Five Finger Mountain. The monkey should be coming out in another hundred years.
He told Zi Xia to stay far away from the Primordial World so that nothing would go wrong.
After reminding Zi Xia to be careful on the way, Yang Jian shifted his attention and returned to his true body in Xuandu City.
When he opened his eyes, he saw stars and water ripples. It was exactly the same as when he returned to the Primordial World incarnation.
After putting away the universe in his body, Yang Jian sat there and meditated for half a day. In the end, he could not help but stand up in disappointment.
That feeling was really depressing.
It was as if his comprehension of Dao cultivation was a well. When the Eight Nine Mysteries was about to be perfected at the eighth level, the well that was overflowing with water every day suddenly withered.
It withered for four to five hundred years, making him thirsty for four to five hundred years.
Yang Jian vaguely felt that he needed an opportunity, an opportunity that could allow his Eight Nine Mysteries to reach its peak.
However, where could he find an opportunity?
It was not as if it would just barge into his house.
He walked around Xuandu City and paid a visit to Old Master Mo. After more than two hundred years, he once again stepped into Saint's Tomb.
This time, Yang Jian stopped in front of the Boundary Stone in his heart sea for a long time. His gaze seemed to be a little moved, but he was still led to the Colored Glaze Treasure Realm by the Treasure Master in time.
After discussing with the Treasure Master, the Treasure Master was also helpless about the Eight Nine Mysteries. He could only tell Yang Jian not to be anxious and that the opportunity would always appear.
How could Yang Jian not be anxious?
If the Great Tribulation really came after the Journey to the West calamity, he would only have more than a hundred years left.
After strolling around Xuandu City for a few days, Yang Jian's real body set foot on the road back to the Chaotic Land.
Now, apart from that path, Yang Jian was at his wit's end. He wanted to borrow the Bell of Chaos to cultivate and extend the hundred years indefinitely.
Along the way, he also met Zi Xia, who was being escorted to the Heiling Kingdom by dozens of experts. Yang Jian was also surprised by such a lineup and did not know what dangers there would be along the way.
In fact, Ao Xinke knew that Yang Jian was very fond of her only disciple. She was worried that the subordinates of the supreme experts would sneak attack halfway and use Zi Xia to threaten Yang Jian. That was why she sent dozens of Sage-to-be Spirit Clan experts to protect her.
Being more reliable would reduce the number of mistakes.
When he arrived at the Primordial Void, Yang Jian directly asked to see the Saint. He did not even enter the Three Realms and was brought to the land of nothingness by the Saint.
Yuding Zhenren was not there, but he had left a wisp of spiritual will there. At that moment, the wisp of spiritual will transformed into Yuding's figure and took the initiative to welcome Yang Jian.
"What's wrong? Did something happen? "
"It's fine, Master. I'm here to borrow Fellow Daoist Heavenly Flame's Chaos Bell."
"Oh?" Daoist Heavenly Flame's figure appeared in the distant clouds. The huge bell above his head slowly revealed itself.
The Three Pure Ones and Jie Yin were wrapped in clouds. They took the initiative to hide so that Yang Jian would not greet them again.
Daoist Heavenly Flame smiled and said, "Why? Have you thought it through? You've finally come to borrow the Chaos Bell from me. "
Yang Jian smiled bitterly. "I'm really not confident that I can deduce the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to the Saint realm before the Great Tribulation. I can only borrow it from you for tens of thousands of years."
"Haha, to think that you would have such a day." Daoist Heavenly Flame's laughter was filled with joy.
At the side, Yuding Zhenren smiled and shook his head. He reminded Yang Jian, "Don't be impatient in your cultivation. Comprehension of the Dao cannot be accumulated over a long period of time. When necessary, you should jump out of the mysterious technique and observe it outside. That way, you might gain something."
"I will remember Master's teachings."
Yuding Zhenren waved his hand and his figure gradually dissipated. He turned into a wisp of spiritual will and hid in the misty clouds.
Daoist Heavenly Flame leaned against the Chaos Bell and crossed his arms. He looked a little arrogant.
Yang Jian shook his head and did not say anything.
Daoist Heavenly Flame said, "If your cultivation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art is obstructed, I can actually bring you to a place and meet someone. Perhaps it will help you more than tens of thousands of years."
Yang Jian was shocked when he heard that. "Who are you meeting?"
"Pangu."
"Hmm?" Yang Jian could not help but be stunned.
Daoist Heavenly Flame said calmly, "There are places that you can go to in the Chaos Bell, and there are places that you can't go to. There are also places that you can only go to once. I know a place that you can only go to once, but it will allow you to talk to Father. "
Yang Jian's expression changed as he hurriedly said, "Then what are you waiting for? Just bring me there! "
"Are you really going?" Daoist Heavenly Flame's expression was solemn.
Yang Jian was not the kind of person who would not say anything if he was hot-headed. He immediately asked, "Is there any taboo?"
"There's no taboo, but … you might gain nothing, or you might gain a lot. I'm worried about your Dao Heart and Dao realm …"
This was one of the few times that Daoist Heavenly Flame had hesitated. Yang Jian frowned slightly, but he did not say anything. He only stared at Daoist Heavenly Flame with a firm gaze.
His gaze answered everything.
"Alright, I'll bring you there."
Daoist Heavenly Flame waved his sleeve. The Chaos Bell suddenly rose and "swallowed" the two of them in the blink of an eye.
With a flash of light, the auras of the two of them disappeared in the Primordial World.
Using the Chaos Bell as a boat, they traveled against the river of time. This time, Yang Jian was not in the mood to see the evolution of the Primordial World and the strange scenery. He was only thinking about the meaning behind Daoist Heavenly Flame's words.
Soon, the Chaos Bell stopped. Daoist Heavenly Flame and Yang Jian looked down through the swollen wall. In a wave of the river of time, there was a dark era when the world was first formed.
"This wave can only enter once," Daoist Heavenly Flame said softly. He pointed at the wave that had exploded below. The Chaos Bell turned into a gray ray of light and disappeared in a flash.
After a while, Yang Jian felt that he had stepped on solid ground.
Daoist Heavenly Flame raised his hand and released starlight that filled the sky. Yang Jian used his spiritual senses to look around and immediately saw the appearance of the world.
There were no stars in the long night, and the sun and moon did not live.
There was only the sky and the earth. There was a broken array formation in the sky, and it was slowly closing everywhere.
The ground was devastated. Only a few living beings survived weakly.
The chaotic Dao laws were gradually gathering. Everything seemed to be accumulating power for the glorious world in the future. However, Yang Jian could sense the sorrow in the world.
Daoist Heavenly Flame said in a low voice, "Follow me. At this time, the supreme experts have just been defeated. There are very few living beings left in the Primordial World. "
Immortal light shone everywhere. Daoist Heavenly Flame brought Yang Jian to the peak of a tall mountain.
Many figures gathered around. Most of their auras were unstable. These people bowed to Daoist Heavenly Flame. Clearly, Daoist Heavenly Flame had gone to the previous era and had interacted with them.
In front of the cave, a few men and women stopped Daoist Heavenly Flame. Daoist Heavenly Flame asked in a low voice, "Where's Pan?"
The eyes of the few of them turned red, and mournful cries sounded around them.
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