Jade Spring Mountain, Golden Cloud Cave.
At that moment, Yang Jian was sitting cross-legged by the cliff and cultivating quietly, waiting for the Buddhist Sect to reply to him.
Beside the lotus pond behind him, the monkey with golden-red short fur lay there quietly. Zi Xia walked back and forth in the small building on the edge of the cliff, looking at the place where Yohime and Little Chan 'er had once lived.
In just a few hours, Sun Wukong's injuries had healed, and the damage to his essence soul had also recovered by half. Clearly, this Spirit Body was indeed unique.
When he opened his eyes, what he saw was an immortal fog. The green mountains and white clouds were tired, and the empty valley was like a leaf.
A small face leaned over from the side and occupied most of his line of sight.
The little fairy in a cloud robe was curiously sizing up the somewhat disheveled monkey. Then, she turned her head happily and shouted, "Master! He's awake! There's no more black qi in his eyes! "
The monkey suddenly revealed a ferocious look. The little fairy nimbly jumped away and blinked with lingering fear.
This ferocious look was just a subconscious self-protection.
A cold snort came from the side. Sun Wukong immediately looked in the direction of the voice and saw the figure sitting at the edge of the cliff. His gaze froze at first, and then he relaxed as if he had accepted his fate.
Yang Jian turned his back to him and asked, "Sun Wukong, do you remember what you did previously?"
After a moment of silence, the monkey replied calmly, "I remember."
The calmness in his tone made it difficult for Yang Jian to ask.
"Do you regret it?"
"No, I don't."
"Oh?" Yang Jian turned around and looked at Sun Wukong. However, the latter did not look at Yang Jian. Instead, he turned his head to look elsewhere.
Zi Xia, who was at the side, could not help but reprimand him, "You really don't know what's good for you, Great Sage, Heaven's Equal. My master saved you. You were controlled by an evil demon. Master even took the trouble to wash your essence soul. In order not to hurt your foundation, he specially consumed more cultivation!"
Sun Wukong pursed his lips and cupped his hands at Yang Jian. He said in a somewhat improper manner, "Is that so? Thank you. "
Yang Jian was not angry. Instead, he revealed a slight smile. He took a step out of the cliff and appeared in front of Sun Wukong.
Lowering his head, Monkey could not hide the disappointment on his face. However, he was forcefully holding on to his last bit of dignity.
Perhaps in Yang Jian's eyes, this monkey happened to be a youth in his rebellious phase.
"The tribulation of the Journey to the West should not continue," Yang Jian said. "I saved you not because I want you to repay me. I just can't bear to lose a Tribulation Taker in this world. Sun Wu Kong, you should understand what I mean by facing the tribulation. "
"Those evil spirits that schemed against me?"
Sun Wukong sneered and said sarcastically, "Erlang Immortal Lord should be omnipotent. Why are you afraid of these evil spirits?"
Yang Jian thought about it and nodded. "A little."
Goku paused and frowned as he stared at Yang Jian. Seeing Yang Jian's calm expression, he couldn't understand why Yang Jian said those words.
"Why? Can't I have someone or something that I'm afraid of?" Yang Jian put his hands in his sleeves and smiled amiably. "I have many weaknesses, but I've overcome most of them. However, compared to the strongest of those evil spirits, my strength is far inferior. That's my biggest weakness. "
Sun Wukong remained silent and kept his mouth shut.
Yang Jian continued, "I know your master too. He has talked about you many times."
"Where is Master?" Sun Wukong suddenly jumped up and subconsciously reached out to grab Yang Jian's collar. However, he held back halfway.
Yang Jian had defeated him easily in a head-on battle. No matter how arrogant Monkey was, he still had respect for the strong.
"He won't meet you again." Yang Jian sighed softly. "He's in seclusion to resist the invasion of these evil spirits in the future."
Monkey immediately stood there with a sense of loss. His gaze was a little unfocused, as if he had just grasped a glimmer of hope, but the hope was shattered again in an instant.
Zi Xia, who was at the side, muttered softly, "It'll be strange if your master sees you like this."
Sun Wukong glared at her angrily. Zi Xia shrugged and looked indifferent.
'I'm still your Eldest Senior Sister. Why are you so fierce!'
Yang Jian continued, "Do you feel that you have been humiliated, but you have nowhere to vent your anger? Or do you feel that the world has raised you, but it can't teach you how to behave? You can't help but feel a little resentful, right? "
"Hmph." That was the monkey's only response. He turned his head and found a stone to jump on. He sat there and looked at the lotus pond in a daze.
"Forget it. Let's stay here for a few days and think about what to do in the future."
Yang Jian sighed softly and drew a line on the ground with his finger. Sun Wukong was immediately imprisoned by the Xuan Gang.
The latter didn't react at all. He just looked at the lotus pond in a daze.
"Master." Zi Xia made a sneaky gesture to Yang Jian. Yang Jian understood, and the two of them walked to the edge of the cliff.
Before Monkey woke up, Yang Jian had already told Zixia about the relationship between Sun Wukong and his master and disciple. Zixia had discussed some countermeasures with Yang Jian, but due to her limited vision, she didn't have any useful suggestions.
When the two of them reached the edge of the cliff, Zi Xia complained in a low voice, "Master is biased. How can you be so tolerant to him?"
Yang Jian couldn't help laughing. "He is the disciple of Patriarch Subhuti, and you are my disciple. Naturally, I have to be stricter with you, so that you won't embarrass me when you go out."
"Well, I was abandoned by Master and Mistress anyway." Zi Xia sighed faintly. She stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction of the lotus pond, blinking her eyes gently.
Yang Jian asked, "Do you have any wicked ideas again? Tell me."
"Master, look at this Little Junior Brother of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal. Are you worried that he will be depressed and lose his fighting spirit?"
"Ah." Yang Jian also sighed. "I originally thought that the tribulation of the Journey to the West could sharpen his temperament and make him more tactful when dealing with people. Moreover, with the power of merit from the tribulation of the Journey to the West, he can also break the shackles of the world, giving him a chance to become a Saint before the Great Tribulation. Unfortunately … "
"He was schemed against by those supreme experts, right?"
"That's right." Yang Jian nodded with a smile. "The other party is not arrogant. Such an enemy is quite troublesome."
Zi Xia pursed her lips and stood there thinking for a while. "Then, Master, is there any other way to help Little Junior Brother grow faster?"
"The so-called shortcuts are mostly to make oneself suffer and temper …"
Yang Jian thought for a while, then shook his head. "Now, breaking the last shackle of the world is only a bad thing for him. He has to comprehend it himself. The Great Sage, Heaven's Equal, who was high-spirited in the past, now has to sink for a period of time. This is the best experience for him. "
"He can't make it in time for the Great Tribulation."
"The supreme experts want to destroy the Primordial World, or the Primordial World wants to defeat these powerful enemies. How can it be done in a day?"
Yang Jian chuckled. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to teach Fairy Zi Xia a lesson, his brows suddenly twitched.
This seemed to be a sign that something big had happened in the world.
Yang Jian looked up towards the north. There was a Dao rune overflowing from the enchantment set up by the supreme experts, and then slowly condensing above the North Sea.
…
Four hours ago, in the deepest part of the Nether Stream of the North Sea.
Yang Jian had traveled there in his dream that day. Although he did not see the exact scene, what he saw was the general situation.
On both sides of the mountain walls of the Nether Stream, there was a huge army. These people's auras were stable, and the lowest cultivation level was that of a Perfected Immortal. There were so many of them that it was impossible to count them, but it was definitely an extremely terrifying force.
At the bottom of the Nether Stream, there were countless Golden Immortals and Daira Jinxian, and then there were thousands of Sage-to-be experts …
Their cultivation levels were different, and their faces were different. There were even many powerful people's old friends, fellow disciples, teachers, and relatives. But at this time, they were all waiting here to rush back to the Primordial World again.
These losers who had been eliminated by the Primordial World would come again as the terminators. This seemed to be some kind of Great Way principle, but in terms of common sense, it was too incredible.
Fortunately, although there were many masters of the Wu people here, perhaps because of the bloodline of Pangu, the 11 so-called Zu Wus were a little strange. Although they had the Dao runes and Magic Skills of the 12 Zu Wus, it could be concluded that they were not the resurrection of the Zu Wu.
These existences were just puppets born under some kind of Great Magic Skill.
And in the deepest part, in front of the huge whirlwind that connected the heaven and the earth to the netherworld, a pyramid-shaped short mountain stood quietly.
There were nine people at the bottom of the short mountain. They were arranged in a triangular formation, each occupying a narrow cave abode.
These nine people were originally outstanding talents in the Primordial World, but in the end, they died with hatred. Now, they were about to come to the Primordial World again, but they were directly given the power of the Sage Realm …
It was not important how the supreme experts did it. What was important was that the appearance of these nine people might have a huge impact on the cultivators of the Primordial World at this time.
There were four cave abodes above the nine people. Naturally, they were the remaining four Venerable Ones of Five Elements.
And on the peak of the mountain above the four cave abodes, the supreme expert who had talked to Yang Jian directly sat cross-legged on a rush cushion. His five hearts returned to the origin, and he was quietly cultivating there.
It was as if everything here had nothing to do with him.
"Xuanzang? Journey to the West? "
The Ninth murmured softly and opened his eyes, as if he had heard someone tell him about the small change that had happened in the Primordial World from the void.
Although this change was small, it was quite meaningful.
"The others can't wait to take action?"
The smile on the corner of the supreme expert's mouth carried a tinge of mockery.
It seemed that the last time he had been seriously injured by Pan, Tai Su, which should have been destroyed, had left behind a spark, so that the Great World of Cultivation would appear again after such a short time … This outcome still made the leader somewhat dissatisfied.
However, in the battle of Tai Su, he had secretly descended alone, used clever schemes, and blended into the Great World to stir up trouble. In the end, he had destroyed all of Tai Su.
Perhaps the few of them wouldn't care about such a merit.
"Supreme expert …"
The Ninth lowered his head and looked at his hands. Two completely different Great Daos bloomed in his palms.
It had been too long, so long that he had forgotten many things. He had even long forgotten his own name and Daoist title.
"Forget it. It's just a few years of empty time, and I've only lost a small chance of winning. In the end, the winner will still be me."
As if he had decided on something trivial, the Ninth Strongest lightly tapped the stone slab beside the rush cushion. Instantly, a dozen streams of light flew out from below and knelt before the short mountain.
"Who's going to present the letter of challenge? In a few days, we'll go to war with the Primordial World and wipe out the remnants of Tai Su. "
The dozen figures below were instantly shaken.
A moment later, a young man dressed in black robes held a jade disc and set off from the short mountain, slowly flying towards the outside of the Nether Stream.
Along the way, most of the revived with blank eyes were shaken when they saw this person. Many of his' seniors' looked cold, not knowing who he was.
The young man's appearance was tall and slender, with a handsome face but pale and bloodless. He had phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and a rather long neck.
A faint mist surrounded him, and there seemed to be nine strange demonic flames within it. When he arrived at the area where Daira Jinxian and the Golden Immortals were gathered, half of the army automatically prostrated before him.
This was reverence for a former king.
When he flew out of the Nether Stream, the supreme barrier that had stopped the Primeval Saints did not hinder his movements. It allowed him to fly above the North Sea, where he stood beneath the black gas and boundless miasma.
He released his aura, and a somewhat terrifying Great Dao forced its way into the Primeval Sea of Dao Laws. The world shook, and the wind and clouds lost their color. Countless cultivators guarding the North Sea were shocked.
"Saints!"
"They're out!"
Without waiting for the Primeval Army to make a move, the person laughed loudly in the air, and his figure strangely appeared in the hearts of all cultivators within tens of thousands of miles.
Some cultivators who had some ideas cried out involuntarily!
Many great cultivators of the human race who had participated in the Primeval War paled, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Hahahaha!"
The wild laughter was strange, ear-piercing, and carried a hint of contempt.
"Primeval Era, your emperor has returned!"
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