Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Sishui Pass

The twilight was as red as blood, and the setting sun sank in the west.

The two armies have been locked in a stalemate for more than three days.

The Shang army camp.

Wen Zhong stood before the gate, a divine light flickering in his three eyes.

He gazed at the distant Xiqi camp and at Jiang Ziya's command flag, his face solemn.

Three days ago, he fought against Jiang Ziya.

The Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip are indeed formidable.

However, Jiang Ziya's cultivation level was too low; he was only a Golden Immortal.

Even if one possesses a supreme treasure, one cannot unleash much of its power.

He can hold himself off for a while, but not forever.

Once Jiang Ziya's magical powers were exhausted, the Xiqi army was like lambs to the slaughter.

But Wen Zhong felt no joy whatsoever.

Because he knew that Xiqi's real trump card was not Jiang Ziya.

It is the teaching of Chan.

They are the Twelve Golden Immortals.

It is the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

Those people were the real threat to the Shang Dynasty.

They are the true adversaries of the Jie Sect.

"Grand Tutor!"

A voice came from behind him.

Wen Zhong turned around.

Shen Gongbao strode out of the tent, his face grave.

"Grand Tutor, there's movement from Xiqi."

Wen Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What's that noise?"

Shen Gongbao took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Yun Zhongzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Yu Ding Zhenren..."

"The Twelve Golden Immortals, not one missing."

"Including the disciples they've been frantically recruiting recently, the second, third, and fourth generations of the Chan Sect number in the thousands."

"They are all at least Golden Immortals."

Wen Zhong remained silent.

He turned around and looked towards his own camp.

On Shang Jun's side, besides him, there was only Shen Gongbao.

The other generals were just ordinary military officers.

Even if they have some cultivation, they are only at the level of Celestial Immortal or True Immortal.

How to withstand the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect?

"Grand Tutor, there is no need to worry."

Shen Gongbao spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice:

"The senior disciples of the Jie Sect should be arriving soon."

Wen Zhong was taken aback.

Just now.

"Buzz".

Above the sky, countless streaks of light rushed in from the east.

The light was so magnificent, so dazzling, so vast.

It illuminated the entire sky in an instant.

It illuminates Sishui Pass and the camps of both armies.

It illuminates those faces that look up in awe.

Wen Zhong looked up, and his three eyes suddenly shone brightly.

He saw it.

Within that stream of light were disciples of the Jie Sect.

It is Duobao, it is Kong Xuan, it is Zhao Gongming.

It is the Three Immortals, it is Wudang, it is Guiling, it is Jinling.

There were dozens of Primordial Golden Immortals and countless Daluo Golden Immortals.

It was a dark, oppressive mass, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, or a raging tsunami.

The energy gathered into a sea, reflecting the golden light of fortune in the sky.

The entire battlefield trembled slightly from that aura.

The entire land trembled slightly under that oppressive force.

Wen Zhong's eyes were slightly red.

coming.

The senior disciples of the Jie Sect have arrived.

"Disciple Wen Zhong greets all senior brothers!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Shen Gongbao followed closely behind, kneeling on the ground.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Shang army knelt down in unison.

In those eyes, there was shock, fervor, and an unprecedented pride that hundreds of millions of yuan had never felt before.

The Intercepting Sect.

All the immortals came to pay homage.

This is the Jie Sect.

This is their biggest backer.

above the sky.

Duobao stood with his hands behind his back, his golden Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the kneeling figure.

Looking at Wen Zhong, looking at Shen Gongbao, looking at the 100,000 Shang soldiers.

His gaze was calm as still water.

Get up.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Wen Zhong rose and stood before the gate.

I looked up and gazed at the golden figure.

"Senior Brother Duobao, what about Xiqi...?"

Duobao raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No need to say more."

"The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, leave them to us."

"You only need to lead your army to conquer cities and seize territories."

"The rest can be ignored."

Wen Zhong nodded emphatically.

"Yes, ma'am."

Duobao turned around and faced the countless figures suspended in the void.

"Fellow junior brothers and sisters."

"The Vice Leader has decreed that anyone who opposes our Jie Sect shall be killed without mercy."

"The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect are our opponents."

"Who will go to fight?"

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Kong Xuan stepped forward, and five-colored divine light shimmered:

"I'm going to meet Guang Chengzi."

Zhao Gongming stepped forward, golden light swirling around him:

"I'm going to meet Chi Jingzi."

Yunxiao stepped forward, and the laws of slaughter surged:

"I'm going to meet Yun Zhongzi."

Qiongxiao stepped forward, and the laws of destruction surged:

"I'm going to meet Master Taiyi."

Bixiao took a step forward, and the laws of cause and effect intertwined:

"I'm going to meet Master Yuding."

Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling stepped forward together:

"We'll go and meet the other Golden Immortals."

Duobao nodded.

"it is good."

"Each seeks an opponent, and each relies on their own abilities."

"In a life-or-death struggle, there is no room for mercy."

"Go."

As soon as the voice fell, countless figures moved in unison.

They transformed into countless streaks of light and sped towards the Xiqi camp.

Kong Xuan took the lead, his five-colored divine light shimmering.

Five beams of light, like five giant dragons, pressed down fiercely into the Xiqi formation.

Guang Chengzi stood before the Xiqi formation, the Fantian Seal hanging above his head.

He looked up at the five-colored figure rushing towards him.

His expression changed slightly.

"Kong Xuan!"

As the sound faded, the Heaven-Turning Seal emitted a brilliant golden light.

It transformed into a golden mountain and crashed down on Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan snorted coldly.

Five-colored divine light swept over.

The golden mountain vanished silently into the five-colored divine light, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Guang Chengzi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Five-Colored Divine Light truly lives up to its name."

Kong Xuan landed in front of him, standing with his hands behind his back.

Five-colored divine light swayed, and the laws of the five elements intertwined.

Those arrogant eyes were coldly fixed on Guang Chengzi.

"Guang Chengzi, it's time to settle our score."

Guang Chengzi's face turned ashen.

"Kong Xuan, don't be so arrogant."

"I am the head of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect."

"Even if you possess the Five-Colored Divine Light, you might not be a match for me."

A slow smile crept onto Kong Xuan's lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"Yeah?"

"Then let's give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

Five-colored divine light burst forth, transforming into five streaks of light that swept fiercely toward Guang Chengzi.

Guang Chengzi gritted his teeth, and the Fan Tian Seal shone with golden light.

It transformed into a golden light curtain, protecting the entire body.

But that five-colored divine light was too strong.

The golden light of the Heaven-Turning Seal, so powerful, was like a flickering candle in the wind.

Even Guang Chengzi's magical power was like a drop in the ocean.