Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

But he immediately realized something was wrong—although the pressure of this formation was terrifying, it was far less vast and boundless than it had been back then.

"It's a remnant force!"

Guang Chengzi shouted, "This formation is less than one-tenth of its full power! Fellow disciples, this formation won't last much longer. Increase your magical output and break it by force!"

The twelve Golden Immortals simultaneously activated the Immortal Spirit Light Array.

Golden light and starlight collided in the sky above the Ten Thousand Mountains, tearing the entire sky in two—one half golden, the other half silvery.

The aftershocks spread, and the earth within a radius of thousands of miles trembled.

Countless powerful beings in the primordial world followed the gaze of this fluctuation.

Zixiao Palace.

Lao Tzu sat upright on a futon, gently waving a whisk in his hand.

"The Zhou Tian Star Formation... the remnants of the demon race do have some backbone."

Jin'ao Island, Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader opened his eyes.

Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin closed his eyes and remained silent, while Zhunti smiled.

"The East is about to get lively again."

Nuwa Palace.

Nuwa gazed in the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains, her fingernails digging into her palm.

"Taiyi's clan..."

On the icy plains of the North Sea, a colossal Kunpeng, thousands of feet long, perched atop an iceberg, its wings half-spread, overlooking the strange changes in the southern sky.

Demon Master Kunpeng.

The de facto ruler of the second largest demon race power after the Lich Wars, who retreated to the North Sea.

"The Zhou Tian Star Formation? Has that old bastard Bai Ze gone mad? With his incomplete formation, it won't last three hours."

Beside the Kunpeng, a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze coldly fixed on the south.

He had a vermilion mole on his forehead, and his face bore a striking resemblance to the late Demon Emperor Jun.

Lord Lu Ya!

Son of Emperor Jun.

"Senior Kunpeng," Lu Ya's voice was indifferent, "what does the life or death of the Ten Thousand Mountains have to do with the North Sea?"

Kunpeng's giant eyes turned towards Lu Ya, its vertical pupils reflecting the cold light of the icy plain.

"What Daojun said is correct; it is indeed unrelated."

Kunpeng withdrew its gaze, folded its wings, and adopted a detached, indifferent stance.

If Bai Ze wants to die, let him die. The demons of the North Sea will not interfere in the affairs of the Chan Sect—only by living can they make a comeback. Acting rashly will only wipe out their last remaining fortune.

Lu Ya remained silent.

His fist clenched tightly in his sleeve for a moment, then relaxed.

……

Yan Kingdom.

When Zhong Lingyun received the complete message from Bai Ze, the Chaos Bell emitted a deep hum.

The buzzing sound was not amplified; Zhong Lingyun suppressed it firmly within his body.

"Yang Jian".

"Um."

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are surrounded by the Chan Sect. Bai Ze held out for seven days and is now using an incomplete version of the Zhou Tian Star Array, but it can only last for three hours at most."

Yang Jian was packing his things on the second floor of the inn when he heard these words, and he paused for a moment.

Then continue tidying up.

"When are you leaving?"

"Now."

Yang Chan rushed over from next door, still clutching a handful of medicinal herbs that she hadn't had time to put into the animal skin bag.

"Second Brother!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Um!"

Without saying a word, Yang Chan quickly stuffed the medicinal herbs into her arms and then hugged the black stove that Xu Fu had lent her.

"This stove needs to be returned!"

She spoke as she followed Yang Jian's footsteps.

Yang Jian walked to the inn's entrance and had just pushed the door open—

Ao Tingxin stood outside the door.

She arrived exceptionally early today, carrying two skewers of grilled squid tentacles, followed by a vendor from Yuliang Street who was bending over and counting seashells.

"Yang—"

She called out half a word and saw Yang Jian's expression.

The calmness on that face—it wasn't the calmness that had been cultivated over three months in Yan Kingdom.

It was the calm before the war, forged over three years in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Ao Tingxin dropped the grilled squid tentacles she was holding onto the ground.

"Are you leaving?"

"Um."

"Where to?"

"One hundred thousand mountains."

Ao Tingxin's pupils contracted slightly.

She was a princess of the East Sea Dragon Palace, and it was impossible for the Dragon Palace not to receive news of the unusual events in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. When she went out early this morning, her father, Ao Guang, was discussing matters with several old ministers in the Dragon Court, his face ashen.

"A fight has broken out over there."

Ao Tingxin's voice lowered, "Chan Sect..."

"Know."

"What are you going to do?"

Yang Jian did not answer.

The Chaos Bell flew out of his arms and hovered in mid-air, golden light hanging from its mouth.

Ao Tingxin looked at the palm-sized clock and her lips moved slightly.

She had a lot to say.

I mean, are you crazy? Thirteen Great Immortals, what are you doing going there when you haven't even become an immortal yet?

I thought I could go back and get reinforcements. Although the East Sea Dragon Palace is weak, it still has a few old dragons.

I was thinking that you've only been in Yan Kingdom for three months, and you haven't even offered me a drink yet.

But not a single word of these words came out.

Because Yang Jian had already taken Yang Chan into the Chaos Bell.

Golden light shone forth.

"Yang Jian—!"

Ao Tingxin took two steps after him, her sea-blue skirt billowing in the wind.

Golden light pierced the sky and headed south, drawing a dazzling trail across the hazy sky of Yan Kingdom.

Ao Tingxin stood there, her fingers, gripping the hem of her skirt, turning white.

Three breaths later, she turned and ran wildly toward the eastern coastline.

"Father! Father—!"

……

Golden light pierced through thousands of miles, and the outline of the Hundred Thousand Mountains rapidly magnified in the field of vision.

Inside the bell tower, Yang Jian sat cross-legged, his face cold and indifferent.

Yang Chan squatted down beside her, tidying up the medicinal herbs with lightning speed, neatly categorizing all the combat-type pills.

Although the two knew that their power was insignificant, no different from ants to the immortals of the Chan Sect, the Ten Thousand Mountains... were their home!

They fled when Heavenly Court sent people to destroy their home before, but this time, they will not flee again!

"Ao Tingxin is a good girl!"

Inside the Chaos Bell, Zhong Lingyun's voice rang in Yang Jian's ears.

Yang Jian remained silent for a moment, then nodded silently without saying a word. He simply stroked the seashell he had hidden in his bosom twice—it was a gift from Ao Tingxin.

"arrive!"

The Chaos Bell was incredibly fast; in just a few words, Zhong Lingyun had brought Yang Jian and his sister back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Above the Ten Thousand Mountains, the clash between golden light and starlight has reached a fever pitch.

Of the thirty-six base pieces of the incomplete Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, seven have shattered, and blood-red array patterns spread outward from the cracks, like a broken spider web trembling in the wind.

Bai Ze pressed his hands on the broken monument, his demonic power nearly exhausted, his white hair disheveled, and black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Bai Ze! The ninth array base in the southeast direction—has shattered!"

"understood."

Bai Ze's voice sounded like it was being forced out from deep in his throat.

He peeled away his life force bit by bit and poured it into the formation.

Seven of the thirty-six array bases were broken, and the power of the great array had dropped to less than forty percent of its original strength.

On the celestial canopy, the golden light curtain of the Immortal Aura Array was compressing inward inch by inch.

The Taoist Ran Deng sat in the center of the formation, a glass lamp hanging high above his head, his expression of compassion unchanged.

"Give it another push, and this formation will surely be broken within two quarters of an hour."

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren... twelve Golden Immortals simultaneously activated their magical powers.

The golden light surged by three points, while the starlight retreated by another ten feet.