In the Southern Song universe, at the foot of Mt. Qingcheng, at the mouth of the Guan River.
Li An 'an and Chu Weiwei landed.
Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain, who had been waiting there for a long time, immediately came out to welcome them.
"Ladies, I've already set up this place!" Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain, who looked like an old woman with a dragon-headed staff, said with a benevolent look.
"Thank you!" Li An 'an and Chu Weiwei felt their hair stand on end.
That was because they had not said anything.
They had not even communicated with the old mother.
All they had done was vaguely mention Mt. Qingcheng.
How did she know?
Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain seemed to see through their thoughts as she chuckled. "Ladies, don't be nervous!"
"My teacher knows of your origins. He specially sent down a treasure to divine karma for me and conceal the heavenly secrets!"
"Teacher?" Li An 'an gulped.
What sort of mighty figure was an existence that could be the teacher of an immortal?
As for that mighty figure, he had not even met them. Yet, he could easily divine their choice?
He even knew of their origins?
Li An 'an felt a chill run down her spine.
"Ladies, there's really no need to worry!" Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain chuckled. "My teacher, the two of you should have heard of him …"
"May I ask who your master is?" asked Chu Weiwei.
Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain faced the sky and cupped her hands slightly. "My master is the Sect of All Spirits, the Holy Mother of the human race, the lady of Grand Essence Heaven's Imperial Palace …"
"In the world where the two ladies come from, there should be legends and traces of her!"
The two women were horrified.
"Goddess Nüwa?" Li An 'an probed.
"Indeed!" Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain lowered her head slightly.
The two women were instantly shocked.
The legend of Nüwa creating humans and mending the heavens was familiar.
Even the Federal Empire had held grand official ceremonies for this Creator many times.
… …
In the underground ruins, Yang Jian's Divine Eye gradually converged.
He could no longer use this divine power.
However, that was not important.
"There must be opportunities in this world!"
The Primordial World's potential had long been exhausted.
A Heavenly Dao Saint and six Primordial Chaos Zenith Golden Immortals had long occupied all the top-level resources of the Primordial World.
Although the Dao Ancestor had preached in the Purple Cloud Palace back then and determined the positions of the seven Saints …
However, in reality, the Primordial World could only produce six Sages at most.
The reason was simple.
The number of Dayan was fifty, and its use was forty-nine.
There must be a margin for everything.
This was true for individuals, for families, for countries, and for the world!
If he didn't hold back, he would be digging his own grave!
In fact, as the Great Desolate World evolved, the number of cultivators in the world increased day by day.
The World Yuan Qi began to be consumed.
It had also been damaged by the previous great calamities.
The heavens and earth could no longer bear the burden!
Therefore, millions of years ago, the Dao Ancestor had already forbidden Saints from descending to the mortal world.
The Sages also restricted their disciples.
Now, the Saints of the Primordial World had already disappeared and the Golden Immortals did not appear.
Yang Jian had once heard from his teacher, Perfected Being Yu Ding, that the current tribulation of Heaven and Earth could only be resolved with the blood of a Saint.
Therefore, the Sages did not appear.
The Six Sages were all searching for a way to transcend.
As long as he transcended, he would naturally be able to resolve the great tribulation and restore peace to the world.
Therefore, there was a prophecy that said, "As long as the saints are not dead, the thieves will not stop!"
There was no doubt about it.
There was a key in this world.
Just now, Yang Jian used his divine eyes to look around.
What he knew and saw was different from the world he had traveled in the past.
If the Primordial World was an independent river.
As for the other projected worlds, they were tributaries of this river.
Then, this world was the intersection of the main river of the Primordial World and another or even several different rivers.
Legends intersected here, and myths appeared here.
As for the fish and turtles in the river, if they could find an opportunity, they might be able to migrate from the Primordial River to another river.
They could even jump into the sea and enter the vast world.
In fact, they could even leap over the dragon gate and be different from then on!
Yang Jian could not help but feel excited.
Suddenly, he had a sudden impulse. He lowered his head and saw the two women's figures gradually solidifying in front of his statue.
One could vaguely see the shadow of a snake, a dragon, but not a snake, but not a dragon, behind each of them.
As the shadow behind them gradually condensed, a new shadow appeared.
A new figure appeared. It was an old woman with white hair, a hunched back, and a benevolent countenance.
Yang Jian's eyebrows twitched.
"Wudang?" He muttered to himself.
Above the Golden Immortal realm, one could already transform into countless incarnations.
However, no matter how they changed or how many clones they had.
The Dao runes that came from the source could not be faked.
Yang Jian was extremely familiar with the Dao runes on the old woman.
It was the Golden Immortal of Jie School, the Goddess of Wudang, who had escaped from the Great God-Conferment Tribulation in the past!
However, at that moment, the karma thread on the old woman that the Goddess of Wudang had transformed into was not from the Green Touring Palace.
Instead …
Yang Jian swallowed his saliva.
In his eyes, he only saw a divine painting embroidered with mountains and rivers behind the old woman.
The Mountain River Painting!
There was no doubt!
The current Goddess of Wudang was a member of the Snail Palace!
"The Saint's schemes are terrifying!" Yang Jian hurriedly retracted his spiritual will and began to pretend to be dead.
Although he knew that he was just burying his head in the sand.
Since the Mountain River Painting was there, even if the Emperor of Snails did not personally send a spiritual will there, he would at least be watching from afar.
However, Yang Jian knew.
If he did not even want to bury his head in the sand, he would not be giving the Emperor of Snails face.
In that case, he could not blame the Emperor of Snails for giving him a blow from across endless spacetime.
However, wasn't the Emperor of Snails already in deep slumber in the Snail Palace? She was thinking hard about the heavenly secrets that could give the demons a chance of survival?
Why did she have the time to interfere with the mortal world?
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his spiritual will.
The phantom in the ruins slowly turned corporeal.
The hunchbacked old woman slowly appeared in front of him.
Yang Jian was dumbfounded.
"How can she?"
"Didn't the Saint set a rule in this world … that living gods are not allowed to enter?"
… …
The Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain slowly looked at the things in front of her.
Unknown lights shone in front of her.
She gently extended her hand and sensed the psionic powers of the world.
It was very weak.
She estimated that she could probably only attack with all her strength once in this world before she drained all the immortal powers of this avatar and fell into a deep slumber.
However …
That was not important!
What was important was that she had survived.
The mission that the Emperor of Snails had given her was half completed!
She looked up at the two women who were gradually waking up and bowed deeply. "Thank you for your help!"
"Please quickly bring me to the officials of this world!"
This was a major matter.
It concerned the future of the demons!
They had to discuss it as soon as possible.
Li An 'an and Chu Weiwei stood up and nodded. "Alright!"
"It just so happens that our commander-in-chief is on Mt. Qingcheng not far from here!"
Yang Jian was dumbfounded when he heard that.
This was the first time he was encountering a disciple of a Saint discussing the secrets of both parties without any qualms in front of him.
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