The light curtain that enveloped the Dragon Palace was a large array, which could block the enemy and also keep out the water.
If one did not go there personally, no one would know that at the bottom of the deep sea, there was a hidden palace comparable to the heavenly palace — the East Sea Crystal Palace.
Walking on the path paved with pearls and agate, looking at the rare treasures on both sides, Yang Jian found it hard to keep his eyes open.
Fortunately, these were all treasures in the eyes of ordinary people. They did not have too much spirituality and were useless for cultivation. Otherwise, the cultivators who came here would definitely try to get some scraps from the Crystal Palace back …
There were hundreds of halls in the Dragon Palace, and each hall had a banquet. Many beautiful clam girls walked around, serving wine and dishes. At a glance, there were halls where the demon race gathered, areas where the human race cultivators gathered in groups of three to five, guests from all over the five continents, and powerful figures of the three thousand great worlds.
As long as one was a Fairy Immortal, one could come to this banquet after receiving an invitation from the Dragon Palace.
The Dragons held a banquet every ten years. In fact, they had no other choice — they could only use this way to maintain their prestige and avoid being spied on by some thieves and thieves.
The sixth prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Ji, could be regarded as knowledgeable. He introduced the many halls of the Dragons quite methodically. It seemed that this was not the first time he was a 'guide'.
Yang Jian answered from time to time, and it could be said that the guest and the host were happy.
After walking through the halls, Yang Jian roughly calculated that there should be more than thirty thousand immortals who came to the Dragon Palace for the banquet, and all of them were above the Fairy Immortal level, which was really surprising.
They walked to the central area of the Dragon Palace and walked up a long flight of stairs. Ao Ji accompanied him up the stairs to the highest point, which was also the most magnificent and majestic hall.
Beside the hall, there were nine other halls suspended in the air. Each of the ten halls exuded a breath, and the weakest one among them was actually a Golden Immortal.
Yang Jian estimated that there were hundreds of Daira Jinxian in these ten halls.
This was really … a great world of cultivation where Daira was everywhere.
"Brother Yang, don't take offense." Ao Ji took the initiative to introduce. "The Southwest Hall and West Hall of the Nine Halls are where the guests of the demon race are."
Yang Jian nodded and glanced at the two halls. His expression didn't change at all, and he was still smiling.
Ao Ji smiled and asked, "Does Brother Yang have some deep hatred with the Monster Race?"
Yang Jian: "It's not a selfless grudge, but a clan grudge."
Ao Ji was stunned for a moment. He carefully pondered over Yang Jian's words and bowed to Yang Jian with a serious expression. "Please forgive me, Brother Yang. Previously, I wanted to mediate between Brother Yang and the demons, but I underestimated you."
The so-called racial enmity referred to the human race being massacred by the demon race in ancient times. The two races formed a life and death enmity.
In Ao Ji's opinion, a cultivator like Yang Jian who cared about the human race was much stronger than the human cultivators he had seen who only cared about themselves. It also resonated with the Crown Prince of the Dragons.
What was even rarer was that Yang Jian was a disciple of a Saint and was a third-generation disciple of Chanism. He could have jumped out of these disputes, but he still considered himself a human and did not forget his roots …
The admiration in Ao Ji's heart grew stronger.
"Brother Ao, you're too polite," Yang Jian said. "Let's go to the hall quickly, lest my Aunt-Master and Aunt-Master blame us."
"Alright, Brother Yang."
The two of them quickened their pace and crossed hundreds of steps in the blink of an eye. They approached the main hall of the Dragons.
At that moment, the main hall of the Dragon Palace and the surrounding nine halls gradually quietened down. The immortal music was pleasant. The music from the ten halls was played simultaneously without any difference.
Spiritual consciousnesses landed on Yang Jian.
The Golden Immortals and Daira of the demon race all had cold expressions. Daira of the demon race even secretly exerted pressure, wanting to make Yang Jian make a fool of himself on the steps.
More than ten auras rose from the southwest and west halls and pressed down on Yang Jian and Ao Ji.
In the main hall, the two Daoists sitting on the high seats opened their eyes at the same time. A square-faced Daoist immediately wanted to help, but he was stopped by the bearded, thin Daoist beside him with a look.
The square-faced Daoist sent a voice transmission. "Junior Brother Yuding is a modest person. His disciple must not be bullied!"
"Let's just watch. If he can't take it anymore, we'll attack." The other Daoist stroked his beard and chuckled. "This Disciple-Nephew of ours is not simple. Junior Brother Yuding usually does not show off, but the disciple he taught is actually so impressive."
The square-faced Daoist nodded when he heard that and looked at Yang Jian and Ao Ji.
At that moment, Yang Jian and Ao Ji were very calm, but they must have used all their Dharmic powers to resist the Golden Demon Daira's aura. They would definitely not be able to hold on for long.
But with them around, they would definitely not let Yang Jian suffer.
Although the square-faced Daoist was also Daira Jinxian, there was a world of difference between Daira Jinxian and Daira Jinxian. Not to mention the Senior Brother beside him, this was his "main clan". Those demons …
Hmph, they really don't know what's good for them!
On the steps, both Yang Jian and Ao Ji felt the huge pressure coming at them. But both of them were proud people, so they continued to walk up the steps.
Suddenly, they heard a cold snort. Several more auras from Daira Jinxian rushed out of the west and southwest halls and pressed down on Yang Jian.
Ao Ji was purely implicated by accident.
Yang Jian's figure did not move. He strolled forward with his hands behind his back. He could even look at the scenery around him …
On the other hand, Ao Ji broke out in a cold sweat. The Sixth Prince was a Golden Immortal and had yet to advance to Daira. His mystical abilities were not weak.
However, under the pressure of nearly twenty demons from Daira, he was somewhat powerless. His footsteps began to wobble.
"Brother Yang …"
"Brother Ao, didn't we agree to go to the hall to drink? Why are you drunk now?" Yang Jian chuckled and raised his hand to hold Ao Ji's arm.
On the main seat in the main hall, a glint flashed across the eyes of the dragon-headed old man, but it disappeared.
Ao Ji wanted to find an excuse to leave. He did not want the Dragons to be involved in the battle between the humans and the demons. However, Yang Jian grabbed him and blocked most of the pressure for him. He did not give him a chance to speak at all.
Yang Jian strolled up more than ten steps. At that moment, not only the ten halls in the center of the Dragon Palace, but all the palaces in the Dragon Palace gradually quietened down. Divine senses were focused on Yang Jian.
More than ten auras from Daira Golden Demons swept up and mixed into the vast pressure, intending to suppress Yang Jian's aura.
The air in front of him was like an iron wall. There were many hidden murderous intents. Although the demons from Daira could not attack, with the overlapping auras, if Yang Jian was really putting up a strong front and forcing himself to maintain, it could also seriously injure Yang Jian.
At that time, even if the Chanism wanted to blame them, they could also shirk it. They just wanted to test Yang Jian's temperament. Who would have thought that they would accidentally injure a disciple of the Chanism …
Sure enough, Yang Jian frowned. His left leg, which he had lifted up, paused for a moment before it landed with great difficulty …
He was about to reach his limit?
The opportunity could not be missed!
Suddenly, more than twenty Golden Demons from Daira released their auras and pressed towards Yang Jian!
Ao Ji's face was extremely pale. His breathing was a little rapid. If he was not holding it in, he would have spat out a mouthful of dragon blood.
He was representing the Dragons now. If Yang Jian, the main character who was being targeted, was safe and sound, he would be the first to vomit blood. This …
What the hell is this! These goddamn old demons!
Ao Ji lamented in his heart. He forcefully activated the secret technique of the Dragons, sacrificing his Essence Qi to temporarily resist the pressure in front of him.
At the same time, he realized how terrifying Yang Jian was.
It was not his cultivation level that was terrifying — Yang Jian's current combat strength was actually about the same as Ao Ji's.
What surprised Ao Ji was Yang Jian's temperament and scheming.
At this time, Yang Jian showed a strenuous expression. The rhythm of his steps became slower and slower. Even his legs were trembling slightly …
But the hand that grabbed him was continuously injecting a mysterious power into him, helping him resist more and more of the pressure. There was no sign of it being interrupted or weakening!
Ao Ji looked deeply at Yang Jian. He suddenly felt a kind of … sympathy for the legendary figures and seniors of the Demon Race in the two halls.
Although he did not know why, this guy was not afraid of the pressure at all!
The more Golden Demons from Daira that attacked now, the more the Demon Race would embarrass themselves later!
Ao Ji sighed in his heart. He continued to maintain his pace with difficulty and followed beside Yang Jian.
The last thirty steps!
The Demon Daira in the Dragon Palace had already attacked all at once. Every time they felt that Yang Jian was about to fall, Yang Jian would miraculously hold on …
Even the mottled auras of the Golden Immortals and Great Demons pressed down, wanting to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Unfortunately, Yang Jian's pace became slower and slower. He did not stop, nor did he lower his head. His eyes were always looking at the most central hall.
Although many Daira of the Human Race wanted to help, they did not dare to rashly help Yang Jian resist the pressure from the group of Demon Daira. They did not want their auras to affect each other, which would instead increase the pressure on Yang Jian …
Many human cultivators had already stood up, glaring at the West Hall and Southwest Hall. As long as Yang Jian fell, they would immediately settle the score with the Demon Race!
More experts?
Of the nine halls around the main hall, the remaining seven were mostly occupied by the Golden Immortals and Daira of the Human Race from the Center Continent and the Three Thousand Great Worlds!
At the banquet in the corner of the main hall, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Yang Jian, who was on the steps. Her gaze was slightly dazed …
When she heard the others mention the name Yang Jian, she felt as if she had forgotten something, but she felt that there was an inexplicable familiarity with Yang Jian …
Five hundred years ago, they had met …
Yang Jian stood on the eighteenth step from the bottom. He seemed to have reached his limit, but he suddenly smiled.
"Is this all the Demon Race can do?"
His tone was very light. His originally trembling body slowly straightened. He supported Ao Ji with one hand and stood proudly with the other hand behind his back.
The group of Daira Golden Immortals who were suppressing Yang Jian with their auras were all shocked when they saw this.
What was going on?
Yang Jian's expression was calm. He took a step forward, and a sharp aura suddenly surged around him.
It was as if a sword had directly cut through layers of cotton! It was like breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, without any obstruction!
Who was honored on the path of the Great Dao?
The Nine Transformations of the Mystic Art, I walk alone!
The words that the towering giant roared when he first cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art echoed in Yang Jian's heart!
The Great Dao walks alone!
What Daira's aura, what Golden Immortal's aura, what aura suppression!
Heaven and Earth cannot suppress me, but I can support this world!
Yang Jian took another step forward, and the layers of aura in front of him were all dispersed!
The aura within a hundred feet of him was chaotic, and even Spirit Qi vortexes appeared. Many Golden Immortals and Great Demons were affected by the aura and suffered internal injuries.
The Golden Daira Golden Immortals seemed to have heard a loud slap on their faces!
Yet, they did not dare to act out openly!
Ao Ji only felt the aura that was suppressing him suddenly dissipate. His legs turned to jelly and he almost fell on the steps. Yang Jian supported him in time, and Ao Ji gave him a grateful look.
Yang Jian said warmly, "Let's go. Let's go in first. Don't let my Uncle-Masters wait for too long."
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