NIP Chapter 694 Find a protector for Yang Jian!
Chapter 694 Find a protector for Yang Jian!
Yang Jian's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear and resounding in the silent starry sky.
Fortune favors the bold.
These words instantly changed the previously somber atmosphere.
Bixiao's eyes lit up immediately.
"That's right! Yang Jian is absolutely right!"
She slapped her thigh, and the slight hesitation she had felt earlier because of Qiongxiao and Yuding Zhenren's words was long gone.
"Those who cultivate the Tao are meant to contend with Heaven and fight against Earth! If you're afraid of danger, what's the point of cultivating immortality or seeking the Tao? You might as well find a place to hide and become a local immortal, living a life of leisure and waiting to die!"
Bixiao's words were full of heroic spirit.
Upon hearing this, Master Yuding smiled and stroked his beard, nodding approvingly.
"My nephew Yang Jian's words resonate deeply with me."
"We cultivators should naturally possess such spirit! Those who are timid and hesitant will never achieve great things."
His gaze toward Yang Jian was full of admiration.
Unexpectedly, I hadn't noticed before that this junior disciple was not only unfathomably powerful, but also had such a clear and firm Dao heart.
It seems that my junior apprentice understands things even better than I do.
Fairy Yunxiao also smiled, looking at Yang Jian's young and resolute face, her heart filled with emotion.
The eldest brother's disciple is indeed extraordinary.
It's not just his strength, but also his character and courage, which far surpass his peers.
The Holy Mother of Wudang, the senior sister of the Jie Sect who always presented a cold face, now showed a rare, heartfelt smile.
That smile, like an iceberg melting, made the surrounding starry sky pale in comparison.
"Hahaha! Excellent! What a stroke of luck to seek fortune!"
The Holy Mother of Wudang laughed loudly, her laughter clear and full of joy.
"I never imagined that we, the senior masters who have cultivated for countless eons, would be less insightful about the Dao than a junior like you!"
She was generous with her praise.
"Yang Jian is right! Opportunities are never simply placed on the roadside for you to pick up!"
"Now that we've encountered that dragon-headed staff, that treasure of the Eastern King Duke, there's no reason for us to simply hand it over!"
An unprecedented radiance shone in the eyes of the Holy Mother of Wudang.
She was the most warlike and daring disciple of the Jie Sect, second only to Duobao Daoren.
The doctrine of the Jie Sect is to seize the last glimmer of hope!
If one doesn't even dare to compete, how can one talk about seizing the secrets of heaven?
"Blood Sea Asuras? Bald monks from the Western Sect? If they dare to block our path, we'll kill them all!"
The Holy Mother of Wudang exudes an aura of domineering power that looks down upon the world.
This is the true demeanor of a sage's chief disciple!
"Senior sister is right!"
Bixiao was the first to jump up and cheer; she had long disliked those Asuras and Western Cult members.
"Fight then! Who's afraid of who! Perfect, let's use their heads to test how sharp my new treasure is!"
She shook the piece of Gengjin Divine Iron she had just acquired, her face full of eagerness.
Master Yu Ding also let out a long laugh. The Zhan Chen sword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, as if it were yearning to drink blood.
"Senior sister, junior nephew, count me in!"
"Since I acquired this sword, I have yet to slay any truly worthy opponent!"
Although Qiongxiao and Yunxiao did not speak, they both silently unleashed their magical treasures.
Golden Dragon Scissors, Primordial Golden Cauldron.
Both are top-tier spiritual treasures, infamous throughout the primordial world, emanating a terrifying aura that makes people's hearts tremble.
The attitude is self-evident.
In an instant, everyone was filled with heroic spirit and fighting spirit!
The heavy atmosphere that had previously arisen due to the danger of the Central Immortal Palace and the fear of other forces was completely swept away.
Instead, there is unparalleled confidence and high morale!
Who are they?
They are disciples of the saint!
He is a disciple of the three religions!
Behind them stood three sages: Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian!
Even more so, there's Niu Ben, the senior disciple of the three religions, who dares to challenge even a sage!
In this vast wilderness, as long as a sage does not appear, what have they ever feared?
The Holy Mother of Wudang nodded in satisfaction as she looked at the high-spirited crowd.
She turned around, her gaze once again falling upon the central celestial palace shrouded in auspicious purple clouds.
Her gaze became incredibly firm.
"good!"
"Since no one has any objections!"
"Then, let's go and meet the true core of this Purple Mansion Immortal Court!"
"Let's go and raid the stronghold of the Eastern King Duke!"
"Let's seize that opportunity that rightfully belongs to us!"
The voice of the Holy Mother of Wudang was powerful and resonant; every word seemed to carry boundless strength.
"Everyone, stick close to me!"
"Remember, we are fellow disciples; we must help and support each other, and not let the treasure cause any discord!"
"yes!"
The crowd responded in unison, their voices converging into one that shook the entire starry sky.
The Holy Mother of Wudang said no more. With a wave of her hand, a beam of celestial light swept up the crowd.
"Let's go!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of light, like a sharp sword piercing through the darkness, and rushed straight toward the Central Immortal Palace, a place full of unknowns and dangers, but also full of endless opportunities!
Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, Yuding Zhenren, and Yang Jian followed closely behind.
Six dazzling beams of celestial light traced six magnificent paths across the vast starry sky.
They have only one goal.
Central Celestial Palace!
Dragon head cane!
The Eastern King Duke, a lifetime's treasure!
They've arrived!
Just as they were about to enter the area shrouded in auspicious purple clouds, the voice of the Holy Mother Wudang rang in everyone's ears once again.
"Everyone be careful! This outer auspicious purple cloud is a natural protective array of the Celestial Court, called the 'Purple Qi Coming from the East Array.' It contains the purple qi from the east collected by the Eastern King Duke, which not only has the effect of bewitching the mind but also the power to deplete magical energy!"
"Each of you must guard your mind and not be misled by it!"
The Holy Mother of Wudang began to explain to everyone the dangers of the Central Celestial Palace.
Just as Yang Jian and his companions were heading towards the core area of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court with great enthusiasm.
In the remote, desolate land, deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The summit of a colossal sacred mountain suspended above a sea of clouds.
A young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe was leisurely reclining on a deck chair made of ancient warm jade, with his eyes closed, resting.
He is indeed Niu Ben.
At this moment, he did not reveal the slightest fluctuation of magical power, and looked just like an ordinary mortal.
But if a sage were here, he would be horrified to discover this.
The entire sacred mountain, and even the surrounding space spanning hundreds of millions of miles, was completely enveloped by an invisible power of the Great Dao.
Here, Niu Ben is the sole ruler.
His will is the will of Heaven.
Suddenly, Niu Ben slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.
His gaze seemed to pierce through endless time and space, passing over layers of spatial barriers and landing directly on the Purple Mansion Immortal Court located on the shore of the East China Sea.
Every move Yang Jian and the others made in the Purple Mansion Immortal Court was clearly reflected in his eyes.
With his current terrifying cultivation level of Hunyuan Taiji Luo Jin, the entire prehistoric world holds no secrets for him.
Below the sage, all are but ants.
In his eyes, even a saint was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
"Hehe, these kids are quite energetic."
A smile of interest appeared on Niu Ben's face.
He nodded in satisfaction, especially when he saw his disciple Yang Jian unleash his divine power with a single move, the Heavenly Eye, instantly killing the Great Luo Golden Immortal Nine-Headed Serpent Demon.
"Not bad, not bad."
"At least you didn't embarrass your teacher."
"With this Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, combined with the Great Dao Laws I passed on to him, plus his innate Heavenly Eye, this kid's combat power is indeed invincible among those of the same level."
Niu Ben commented to himself.
He was fairly satisfied with Yang Jian's performance.
However, it was only "somewhat satisfactory".
After all, he was his disciple.
If they can't even handle a mere Great Luo Golden Immortal, wouldn't people laugh their heads off if word got out?
His gaze slowly shifted from Yang Jian and the others, finally settling on the magnificent central celestial palace.
"The Purple Mansion Celestial Court, the Dragon-Headed Staff..."
A playful smile appeared on Niu Ben's lips.
"I never would have guessed that!"
"That old fellow, Dongwanggong, actually isn't completely dead after all."
If this news gets out, it will definitely cause a huge upheaval in the world!
Who is the Eastern King Duke?
That was personally appointed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun as the head of all male immortals in the world!
In ancient times, he wielded a dragon-headed staff, established the Purple Palace Celestial Court, and wielded immense power, even surpassing the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan at one point!
However, this guy became too arrogant and didn't know how to control himself, and was eventually wiped out by the demon race.
Everyone thought he had died in that great battle and perished completely.
Only a supreme being like Niu Ben, who has already touched the threshold of the Heavenly Dao Realm, can perceive that trace of truth hidden deep within the river of time.
The Eastern King Duke is indeed dead.
But he wasn't completely dead.
In his final moments, he used a secret method to entrust a wisp of his remaining soul to the dragon-headed staff bestowed upon him by the Dao Ancestor.
With the help of the Dragon Head Staff, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and the Purple Mansion Celestial Court, this blessed land is nurtured by the fortune of the local area.
It has been through countless eons of slumber.
Now, his lingering soul has actually shown a slight sign of revival.
"The 'golden cicada shedding its shell' trick, deceiving everyone to cross the sea, is quite interesting."
Niu Ben stroked his chin.
"It's just a pity that you shouldn't have woken up at this time."
"It's even more unacceptable that my disciple should have encountered it."
A cold glint flashed in Niu Ben's eyes.
He had already planned out Yang Jian's future path.
The most important part of the story is splitting the mountain to save his mother.
This great calamity is not only related to the foundation of Yang Jian's own enlightenment, but also to Niu Ben's deeper plans in the future Investiture of the Gods calamity.
Originally, his plan was to find a suitable protector for Yang Jian after he came out of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.
Although, with Niu Ben backing him up, no one dared to really do anything to Yang Jian.
But some trials and tribulations he must experience himself.
This protector must be strong enough to save Yang Jian's life at crucial moments.
But you can't be too strong, and you can't solve everything for him.
Moreover, one's identity cannot be too sensitive.
Such a candidate is really hard to find.
Niu Ben had been slightly troubled by this matter before.
But now...
Niu Ben's gaze once again fell on the dragon-headed staff that was quietly suspended in the main hall of the central immortal palace.
"Fine."
"My disciple Yang Jian is about to split the mountain to rescue his mother, and I'm worried that I'm still short of a protector to shield him."
"Dong Wang Gong, you're lucky."
A sly smile, like that of an old fox, appeared on Niu Ben's face.
One, once the leader of male immortals.
One, an ancient powerful being who died and was resurrected.
In terms of ability, status, and fame, they are more than capable.
Making him the protector of one's disciple is simply the most suitable thing to do.
As for whether the Eastern King himself is willing...
Ha ha.
Niu Ben thought he would agree.
Having figured this out, Niu Ben stopped paying attention to things in the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.
He believed that with the strength of Yang Jian and Yunxiao, as long as the Sage did not appear, a small and dilapidated Purple Mansion Immortal Court would not be a problem for them.
He lay back down on the jade recliner, casually picked up a peach from the fruit plate beside him, and slowly began to nibble on the peach that ripened only once every nine thousand years.
"Hmm, these peaches are still the sweetest from Xihe."
Niu Ben squinted his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face.
Meanwhile, in the Purple Mansion Celestial Court.
Yang Jian and the others were completely unaware that their master had already arranged everything for them.
They had just passed through the Purple Qi Coming from the East Formation.
The next moment, they arrived at the Central Immortal Palace.
We passed through that seemingly peaceful but actually deadly purple sea of clouds.
The view before me suddenly opened up.
A magnificent immortal city, beyond description, appeared before everyone.
Countless magnificent palaces floated in mid-air, connected by a series of pure white jade rainbow bridges.
The innate spiritual energy, so rich that it materialized, formed here the babbling brooks and the cascading waterfalls.
This is the true core of the Purple Mansion Celestial Court.
Central Celestial Palace!
"Wow! This...this is way too luxurious!"
Bixiao stared wide-eyed at the scene before her, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
She had lived on Jin'ao Island for so many years in Biyou Palace, which she considered her master's place, a first-class blessed land in the primordial world.
But compared to this vast and boundless celestial palace before them, Biyou Palace was like a thatched cottage in the countryside.
"That Dongwanggong really knows how to enjoy life!"
Bixiao couldn't help but mutter a sour remark.
Yang Jian was also stunned by the scene before him and was speechless.
Although he had also visited his master Niu Ben's temple.
But Niu Ben's Taoist temple gives people a feeling of ancient simplicity and grandeur, which is integrated with the great principles of heaven and earth.
The feeling one gets from this celestial palace can be summed up in just two words.
luxurious!
The ultimate in luxury!
It's as if all the rare and precious treasures of the entire prehistoric world have been piled up here.
"Be careful, everyone."
The Holy Mother of Wudang spoke up to remind them.
"Although this place looks peaceful, the more beautiful a place is, the more dangerous it is."
She had barely finished speaking.
"boom!"
"kill!"
A deafening roar of battle cries and terrifying fluctuations of magical power emanated from the deepest part of the Immortal Palace.