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

His figure was ethereal and translucent, like a projection left by sunlight passing through glass.

But his imposing presence—

It's real.

Donghuang Taiyi!

However, it is merely a mirror image.

Bai Ze knelt down.

It wasn't intentional; my legs bent down on their own.

His forehead struck the gravel, the animal bone ring on his wrist jingled, and his shoulders trembled violently.

"I...my Emperor..."

The six heads of the Nine-Headed Serpent drooped simultaneously, its enormous body lying on the ground, emitting a low, mournful whimper, like that of a cub.

All the remaining demons in the Ten Thousand Mountains—tiger demons, snake demons, eagle demons, ape demons—all the demons who could still move, stopped fighting at the same instant.

They looked at the figure in the sky, at the face etched deep in their bloodline memories.

Then, one after another, they knelt down.

More than 37,000 demons—living, wounded, and missing limbs—all prostrated themselves on the ground.

There were no orders, and no one took the lead.

It was simply because that figure was standing there.

That is the command itself.

"Donghuang...Taiyi?!"

The glass lamp in the hands of the Taoist Ran Deng shook violently, and the flame almost went out.

His voice cracked—the first time in his hundreds of thousands of years of life that his voice had cracked.

"Impossible! Taiyi has already perished! I witnessed it with my own eyes during the Lich Wars—"

"It's a mirror image."

Guang Chengzi's face was ashen, but his judgment was extremely quick: "It's not the original body, but a reflection of the Chaos Bell from its previous life, summoned by the Golden Crow's essence! It has no true physical form!"

"That's not right either!"

Taiyi Zhenren roared, "The combat power of the mirror image body depends on the amount of its original essence remaining—Taiyi was nearly a Primordial Golden Immortal before his death! Even if only a fraction of his original essence remains, he would still possess the combat power of a peak Quasi-Saint!"

The twelve Golden Immortals looked at each other in bewilderment.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

In addition, there's the Chaos Bell.

In addition, there's the Zhou Tian Star Array.

These three things are stacked together—

Master Yu Ding's lips twitched.

He recalled the scene when he was frightened away by the wisp of golden crow essence from the Chaos Bell at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

That was just a wisp.

That's all now.

Taiyi's mirror image opened its eyes.

Golden eyes looked down at the earth beneath their feet, at the kneeling demons, and at the thirteen beams of immortal light opposite them.

He didn't speak.

Because he doesn't need to speak.

The mirror image has no independent consciousness—every movement and every bit of power it exerts is controlled by Zhong Lingyun behind the scenes.

Zhong Lingyun borrowed the form of Taiyi and stood between heaven and earth.

The Chaos Bell is beneath Taiyi's feet, and the Zhou Tian Star Array is beneath the Chaos Bell.

Trinity.

"Withdraw!"

Daoist Ran Deng made a decisive decision: "Gather the Immortal Spiritual Light Array and retreat a hundred miles!"

The Twelve Golden Immortals did not hesitate.

The immortals of the Chan Sect may have their flaws, but they are absolutely unambiguous when it comes to battlefield judgment—this thing in front of them is not something that thirteen Great Luo Golden Immortals can touch.

The golden light curtain rapidly contracted, and the thirteen beams of immortal light retreated to the outer perimeter.

But they didn't retreat quickly enough.

Taiyi's mirror image raised his right hand.

The movement was so slow that everyone could see it clearly.

But no one dared to move—because as that hand was raised, the color of the entire sky changed.

From blue to white, from white to gold.

The sky, stretching for thousands of miles around the Ten Thousand Mountains, was dyed into a golden sea by the lingering heat of the sun.

"stop!"

A low shout came from beyond the sky.

The sound wasn't loud, but every word seemed etched into the very bones of the Heavenly Dao, clearly penetrating the ears of every living being on the battlefield. You can read the latest updated chapters of "Primordial Era: Taking Yang Jian as My Disciple, and Becoming a Golden Finger?" on the "Renren Bookstore" APP without any issues. Over one million books are available for free reading. You can also visit the APP's official website.

The void is torn apart.

A figure stepped out from the crack—wearing a black Taoist robe, with an ancient and simple face, holding a white jade ruyi in his hand.

His eyes held a galaxy of stars, and each blink was like the birth and death of a world.

Yuanshi Tianzun!

He didn't look at anyone on the battlefield.

His gaze met directly into the golden pupils of Taiyi's mirror image.

"Chaos Bell Spirit".

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was devoid of anger, as if he were calmly recounting something unrelated to himself: "You use the shadows of the dead to frighten the living?"

Zhong Lingyun, controlling Taiyi's mirror image, did not respond to those words.

He is waiting.

Let Yuanshi Tianzun make the first move.

Yuanshi Tianzun was not in a hurry.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the void, a white jade ruyi scepter lying in front of him, and the pressure of a saint spread out silently—that pressure did not act on the physical body, but directly crushed the mind.

The demons in the Hundred Thousand Mountains bowed even lower under this oppressive force.

Bai Ze's back was bent into an arc shape from the pressure, and his teeth were bleeding from being bitten.

But Taiyi's mirror image remained unmoved.

His golden eyes stared directly at the sage, his face bearing the expression Zhong Lingyun had given him—an extremely cold, disdainful indifference.

This expression stung Yuanshi Tianzun.

It's not because of being slighted—a saint wouldn't get angry over such a thing.

It's not because the expression is so similar.

He looks just like Taiyi from back then.

When Taiyi was alive, he was always like this—towards sages, towards the Way of Heaven, and towards all beings superior to him, he always had that "I know you are stronger than me, but so what?" attitude.

On the eve of the Lich War, the Three Pure Ones invited Taiyi to discuss a ceasefire, but Taiyi sent the messenger away.

Before his death, the twelve Ancestral Witches attacked him. Taiyi was exhausted by the secret intervention of the Primordial Saints. He used his last breath not to escape, but to burn the origin of the Chaos Bell to its limit, dragging four Ancestral Witches to their deaths.

This kind of person—or rather, this kind of demon—doesn't have the concept of "submission" in their bones.

Yuanshi Tianzun withdrew his thoughts.

"This is the last time, Chaos Bell Spirit. Hand over the Chaos Bell and Yang Jian, and I will not make things difficult for the Ten Thousand Mountains."

Yang Jian stood beside the broken stele, and when he heard his name mentioned by the sage, his back tensed up instinctively.

But he didn't move, and didn't even look at Yuanshi Tianzun.

His third eye was operating at full power, engraving every detail of Taiyi's mirror image into the depths of his soul.

The teacher said—watch carefully.

Then he'll watch.

Zhong Lingyun's response was simple.

Taiyi's mirror image raised its hand—

One punch.

There were no fancy spells, and no innate treasures to enhance it.

It was simply a punch fueled by the essence of the Golden Crow.

But behind this punch is the enhancement of the Chaos Bell's position, the star power gathered by the Zhou Tian Star Array, and the precise control of Zhong Lingyun after perfectly replicating Tai Tai's battle memories from his previous life.

The golden force of the punch tore through space.

"boom--!"

The white jade ruyi in the right hand of the Primordial Celestial Venerable blocked the attack.

The force of the punch collided with the Ruyi, and the resulting shockwave leveled three mountain peaks on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains! Debris flew thousands of miles away, and the waters at the mouth of the Guanjiang River churned up giant waves three zhang high.

Yuanshi Tianzun took half a step back.

Half a step.

The sage took a half step back.

The meaning of this half-step was clear to every cultivator present—Taiyi's mirror image, under the dual blessing of the Chaos Bell and the Zhou Tian Star Array, had reached a level where it could directly confront a sage!

"That's interesting."

The tone of Yuanshi Tianzun finally changed.

It wasn't anger, it was seriousness.