In the battle of the North Ocean, the Ninth Ultimate Expert led his troops to attack from the inside and outside. The cultivators of the Primordial World were no match for him in the fierce battle. The South Continent was a boat and temporarily retreated to the Three Thousand Worlds.
On the side of the supreme experts, more than a dozen Saints of the Great Path were killed by True Lord Erlang Yang Jian, and forty percent of the almighty experts who came back from the dead were killed in battle.
On the Untainted Land's side, countless Mighty Cultivators had died in the war. More than half of the Grand Cultivators had been killed, and the army was innumerable. In addition, the Chaotic Spirit Kingdom and the Hailing Kingdom, which Yang Jian belonged to, had been destroyed. The people of the Hailing Kingdom had been plunged into misery and suffering. Sixty percent of the Spirit Tribe's army had been killed, and more than half of their experts had been killed.
The Celestial Emperor, the Jade Emperor, also known as Haotian, fell into the Celestial Court to stop the army of the supreme experts in order to cover the retreat of the cultivators from the Primordial World. He led the troops of the Celestial Court to guard the rear.
He was no match for Xu Mo, so he burned his primordial spirit to receive the power of the Heavenly Dao. In the end, he was killed by Xu Mo and turned into ashes.
The five continents of the Primordial World were lost, and the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World suffered a heavy blow. For a time, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World was in chaos. The Yin and Yang of the Three Thousand Great Worlds were out of balance, and the Five Elements were in chaos. The malicious ghosts and vengeful spirits had nowhere to go, and evil spirits were everywhere.
After the supreme expert Xu Mo occupied the Primordial World, he slaughtered all living beings within three days. He used the power of his Great Dao to summon the resentful spirits of heaven and earth, forming thousands of ghost soldiers to invade the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
After a few months of war, the Untainted Land shrank its army. Nearly one-third of the three thousand Great Worlds were lost. Because Yang Jian attacked and killed the generals of the Xu Mo Army, the army of supreme experts was forced to stop and reorganize. They confronted the allied army of the Untainted Land in a Boundless World called Helplessness.
At this point, the situation in the Primordial World had completely changed. The Heavenly Dao gradually showed signs of recovery, but the supreme experts were becoming more and more powerful.
…
In the middle of the Nether Realm, there was a ten-thousand-mile abyss that was cut open by Tongtian's sword during the previous battle.
The army of supremely powerful beings was at the west side of the abyss. They were densely packed, stretching from the ground to the sky. They stood there quietly, like a frozen tsunami.
On the other side of the abyss, the cultivators of the Primordial World were in a similar situation.
Although the Celestial Court was destroyed, the righteous gods of the Celestial Court were still there. The Celestial Court and the Skyward Pavilion were quickly integrated and named the Flood Returning Alliance, meaning to conquer the five continents of the Untainted Land.
Now, all the cultivators in the Untainted Land were under the command of the Flood Returning League. The League Master was Immortal Erlang Yang Jian in name, but Yang Jian did not care much about the affairs of the league.
The ones who were really in charge of dispatching the armies were the Western Sect's Gautama, the Grand Supreme Elder, Li Jing, Ao Xinke, and a few old people from the Celestial Court and the Skyward Pavilion. There were a total of nine Deputy Alliance Leaders.
Venus Taibai and the Jade Emperor had died together. The Primordial World had lost a key figure who could mediate the four sides. Otherwise, the Deputy Alliance Leader would have been Lord Taibai Jinxing.
The South Continent was currently floating behind the Nether Realm and was protected by a few Minor Chiliocosms. The mortal world of the human race on it did not feel any effect.
Under the spells of the Saints, the sun still rose in the east and set in the west every day. The stars in the sky were still shining, but there were many cultivators in Daoist robes everywhere.
Perhaps, only these mortals who did not know what had happened were the most innocent and lucky.
In a relatively remote desert in the northwest of the South Continent, countless cultivators were resting there. Although a few months had passed, most cultivators still could not walk out of the shadows of that battle.
If a Saint ordered them to fight at the front, even if they were seriously injured, they would grit their teeth and stand up to fight with the subordinates of the supreme experts.
Humiliation.
Survival.
In the depths of the desert, at the border of the world, a figure stood in front of a stone tablet that was dyed dark red with blood and looked at the densely packed names on the stone tablet.
Half of the names had already turned bright red. They were the fallen cultivators who had once fought the supreme experts to the end with their blood.
Finally, the supreme experts had appeared. They had also gone to fight, but in the end …
"Senior Brother."
With a soft call, the young general, who had come on the Wind-Fire Wheels, stood behind the figure with a tired expression.
That person was none other than Yang Jian, who had been stopped by Yuding and dragged back to the South Continent by his master.
In just a few months, Yang Jian had a few strands of silver-white hair at his temples. He seemed to have become much more haggard. He was like a weapon that had been tempered again. Although there was no change, he was stronger and sharper.
Yang Jian said, "You just returned from the Nether Realm? Why aren't you resting? "
"Yes." Nezha sighed and put away the Fire-tipped Spear. He smiled and asked, "Senior Brother, are you going to steal someone later?"
"If your sisters-in-law heard this, they would think that I went to indulge in debauchery." Yang Jian scolded jokingly. Then, he shook his head. "There's no need to go for now. Xu Mo seems to have ordered his subordinates to hide in the five continents. If I go, I probably won't be able to come back. "
Nezha smiled bitterly and sighed. "Thousands of cultivators risked their lives but could not stop the other party's army from advancing. Senior Brother, you were the one who secretly killed the other party's Quasi-Saints and Saints … I'm too embarrassed to tell others that I'm your junior brother. Now that I'm fighting with a Quasi-Saint, I have to hide from those who are more powerful."
"It's just that we have different opportunities." Yang Jian took out two jars of wine.
That was the fine wine in the mortal palace. Yang Jian had gotten it when he went to see the current human emperor, who was also Brother Yu's sworn brother. The taste was not bad.
Nezha put away the Wind-Fire Wheels and sat on the ground with Yang Jian. The two of them leaned against the dark red stone tablet and looked at the border of the world in front of them. They looked at the void outside the Heaven and Earth Array.
After drinking a few mouthfuls silently, Yang Jian was a little tired. He sat quietly as if he was resting.
Nezha, on the other hand, had a lot on his mind. He wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong? Did you fall out with Lei Zhenzi? "Yang Jian asked with a smile.
Nezha also knew that Yang Jian's words were teasing him. He could not help but roll his eyes and curl his lips. "I don't have such a hobby. I'm thinking about my cultivation level. Master said that my lotus body can be improved further, allowing my mystical abilities and Dharma powers to be stronger than Master's. "
"Oh? Is there such a good thing? "Yang Jian frowned slightly.
Normally speaking, even Nezha, who had a unique lotus body, could not increase his cultivation level unscrupulously. He had to slowly comprehend the Dao.
If he used extreme methods, he would definitely have to pay a certain price.
Indeed, that was what Nezha was upset about.
"However, this will require Master to cultivate bitterly for hundreds of thousands of years."
Yang Jian could only remain silent. He clinked the wine pot with Nezha and drank a mouthful of wine.
Yang Jian asked, "What did Uncle-Master Taiyi say?"
"Master wants me to have more abilities." Nezha smiled bitterly and shook his head. "However, even if I die now, I don't want Master to do that for me …"
"Don't be anxious. I have the same thought at the moment," Yang Jian said. "Later, I'll go and meet Master and Grandmaster. I'll discuss with them and see if I can choose a group of people with outstanding aptitude among the current cultivators to use various methods to increase their cultivation."
Nezha was stunned. Then, he blinked. "Will that work?"
"Of course."
"Then why didn't you do that before the Great Tribulation arrived?"
Yang Jian could only shake his head and sigh when Nezha asked that question. He said in a low voice, "Originally, the Saints and I felt that what the Primordial World lacked was peak combat power. It was experts like the supreme experts and the peak of the Saints. However, I did not expect that the number of quasi-saints and Daira Jinxian would become the weakness of the Primordial World. "
"Ah, it's our fault." Nezha pursed his lips. "If I had worked harder with Lei Zhenzi, Wei Hu, and the others during the God Conferment period, I would have had a chance to catch up to you, Senior Brother …"
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. He patted Nezha's shoulder casually and said, "Don't think too much. Your senior brother's talent is unique in the world. How can you catch up to me?"
Nezha rolled his eyes in annoyance. He knew that Yang Jian was comforting him and forced a smile.
The two of them continued to sit there and chat while drinking. They talked about the various battles, battles, and mystical abilities.
Gradually, Nezha leaned against the stone tablet and fell asleep. Yang Jian looked at the fatigue on his junior brother's childish face and felt inexplicably depressed.
I'll ask Master and Grandmaster if I can nurture a batch of Quasi-Saint realm experts in a short period of time.
Even if I can only nurture a few or a dozen, it can be considered as having more combat power for the Primordial World. It can also fulfill the wishes of Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and the others.
As for the others, Yang Jian was powerless.
He was not a supreme expert, nor was he Xu Mo. If he could also create a mystical ability to resurrect the dead, even if he could create a batch of Quasi-Saint experts, how could the battle of the Primordial World end up like this?
The facts proved that all the experts of the Spirit Clan had gone to resist Xu Mo's old subordinates that day, and the Primordial World did not have enough reinforcements. They could only be defeated. It was indeed related to the Skyward Pavilion's lack of preparations. They had only mobilized half of their experts.
However, it was also because of this that when the South Continent retreated into the trichiliocosm, they had enough troops to resist the attack of Xu Mo's subordinates.
The Jade Emperor's previous consideration was right. With Xu Mo's mystical abilities, even if the Primordial World fought to the end and the cultivators of the Primordial World died together with the army of supreme experts, Xu Mo still had the means to create another army in the corpses.
The key was how to kill Xu Mo …
Yang Jian was not arrogant enough to take charge of this matter. Xu Mo was the enemy of the Primordial World, and he could not fight against him alone.
A few Saints were also in the South Continent. However, they were outside the South Continent and protected the last hope of the Primordial World in the Chaos Sea.
He ascended the cloud. When the immortal soldiers on the cloud paths saw Yang Jian's figure, they all lowered their heads and bowed.
After the Jade Emperor died, the Heaven Queen read the decree left by the Jade Emperor in the sky above the South Continent. The position of the supreme ruler of the Three Realms landed on Yang Jian.
However, Yang Jian did not appear to accept the order at that time. Later on, he only accepted the position of the Alliance Leader of the Flood Alliance.
He was not made to be the supreme ruler of the Three Realms. If he could defeat Xu Mo, take back the Primordial World, and repel the other supreme experts, he could talk about being the supreme ruler of the Three Realms.
Now that the masters of the Three Realms were gone …
After flying out of the border above the South Continent, Yang Jian saw a place filled with golden clouds. He heard the chanting of sutras from afar.
The experts of the Buddhist Sect had been at the edge of the battle. They had the fewest casualties among the major factions of the Primordial World. However, they had suffered heavy casualties.
However, the Buddhist Sect had also contributed. He could not blame them for anything. Moreover, he needed the combat power of the Buddhist Sect now …
When he flew in, the immortals and Buddhas stood up to welcome him. Yang Jian squeezed out a smile and nodded along the way.
When he found the deepest part of the place and the entrance of the small courtyard, he did not know what he was thinking. He maintained his posture of knocking on the door and stood there in a daze.
"What's wrong?"
Heavenly Flame Daoist's voice came from behind the door. The wooden door was pulled open.
Yang Jian came back to his senses and shook his head at Heavenly Flame Daoist. He said calmly, "It's nothing. I just gained some insight and was disturbed by you. Fortunately, it's not an epiphany."
Heavenly Flame Daoist smiled awkwardly and led Yang Jian in.
"In that case, I've become a sinner of the Primordial World? I came out to pick you up and disturbed your comprehension of the mysterious technique. "
Yang Jian smiled and did not say anything.
The Buddhist Sect …
From the beginning to the end, he still couldn't see through him.
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