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

"They went south."

Master Yu Ding was taken aback: "Master, can you determine the direction?"

Immediately after asking the question, Master Yuding realized that his mind had gone blank.

This is a sage! How could he have searched the entire primordial world and found nothing?

"The spatial rift broke in the middle of the primordial wilderness, but the remaining aura points south," the Primordial Celestial Venerable said calmly. "The Ten Thousand Mountains!"

Master Yu Ding's pupils contracted.

The Ten Thousand Mountains, the lair of the remnants of the demon race.

After the Lich War, the remaining demon forces split into two: the southern Ten Thousand Mountains were led by Bai Ze, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of antiquity, while the North Sea was controlled by Di Jun's youngest son and the demon master Kunpeng.

The Chaos Bell is the most precious treasure of the demon race. Its intention in taking Yang Jian to the Hundred Thousand Mountains is quite clear.

"Is the Chaos Bell going to reunite the demon race?"

Master Yu Ding shared his guess.

Yuanshi Tianzun neither denied nor confirmed. He simply said something that seemed unrelated.

"The great calamity is approaching, and the Investiture of the Gods is still missing 365 righteous gods."

Master Yu Ding's heart skipped a beat. He understood his teacher's unspoken meaning—the great calamity was an inevitable trend that even a sage could not defy.

The emergence of the Chaos Bell at this time, stirring up a storm, might just provide enough "candidates" for the Investiture of the Gods.

The remnants of the demon race are the best choice to fill the list!

"Issue my decree," said the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Once the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have finished accepting their disciples, they shall immediately proceed to the outer perimeter of the Ten Thousand Mountains to establish defenses. If any trace of the Chaos Bell is discovered, they shall not act without authorization, but shall send a message to me, and I will come in person."

"yes!"

After Yuanshi Tianzun finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

They come and go in the blink of an eye.

After the sage left, the wind at Guanjiang Estuary began to blow again.

Master Yu Ding stood alone in the ruins, remaining silent for a long time.

He wasn't surprised that the Chaos Bell wasn't left behind, but his disciple, who was so important to him...

Yang Jian is gone!

He waited anxiously for a whole day and night, but his carefully planned apprenticeship scheme completely failed.

The boy who was predicted by his teacher to be the "number one disciple of the third generation" was kidnapped by a broken bell!

Master Yu Ding took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in his chest.

He is a Great Immortal, having cultivated for tens of thousands of years; he wouldn't let a single setback disturb his mind.

Moreover—the great calamity is approaching, and he is destined to face a calamity of death; he must have a disciple to shield him from the disaster.

Yang Jian is a good choice, but not the only one!

Master Yu Ding turned around, his figure transforming into a beam of light, and once again swept towards Meishan.

In that hidden cave halfway up Meishan Mountain.

Yuan Hong was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his body radiating golden light, practicing the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, which he had roughly memorized.

His progress was rapid—the physical talents of the demon race far surpassed those of the human race, and with the transformation of his physique by the wisp of immortal light from Jade Cauldron Immortal, he had already reached the threshold of the first level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique in just one day.

The light at the cave entrance suddenly dimmed.

Yuan Hong suddenly opened his eyes and saw a Taoist priest in a green robe standing with his hands behind his back at the entrance of the cave, looking down at him.

It was none other than the Jade Cauldron Immortal.

Yuan Hong felt a chill run down his spine—this aura was exactly the same as the immortal who had taught him the techniques yesterday!

Without saying a word, he turned over and knelt down.

"Disciple Yuan Hong greets the Immortal Master!"

Master Yu Ding scrutinized Yuan Hong with a complex expression.

This white-haired ape is indeed quite talented. It has mastered the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to this extent with only fragments of its memory, which shows its remarkable comprehension.

But compared to Yang Jian...

Do you know who I am?

"This disciple is unaware; I only know that my master imparted divine skills to me. This kindness and virtue are something I, Yuan Hong, could never repay, even if I were to be shattered to pieces!"

Master Yu Ding nodded, his attitude was acceptable.

"I am the Daoist Master Yu Ding, a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. Today, I formally accept you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

Yuan Hong was overjoyed and kowtowed three times.

"This disciple is willing!"

Master Yu Ding raised his hand to help him up, and then took out a jade slip and handed it to him.

"This is the complete Eight-Nine Arcane Technique. Go back and cultivate it diligently. I will come again in three months to check your progress."

Yuan Hong accepted the jade slip with both hands, trembling with excitement.

Full version!

Compared to the complete version, the fragments he had previously recorded were like the difference between a beggar and a king!

Master Yu Ding turned and left, but paused after taking a few steps without looking back.

"Yuan Hong".

"Disciple is here!"

"If you ever encounter a boy with a third eye between his eyebrows in the future..." Master Yu Ding's voice was calm, "go all out and don't hold back."

Yuan Hong was taken aback, not understanding why, but still respectfully replied, "Disciple obeys!"

The figure of Master Yuding disappeared into the mountains and forests.

After he left, Yuan Hong looked down at the jade slip in his hand, his eyes gleaming.

"The three-eyed boy..."

He kept this information firmly in his heart.

……

Meanwhile, in the southern part of the prehistoric wilderness, on the outer edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The vast mountains lie like a giant beast, and among the ancient trees that block out the sky, there is a strange and eerie aura.

A golden streak of light emerged from the void, swept across layers of mountains, and finally landed on an unnamed mountain peak.

As the golden light dissipated, the Chaos Bell hovered in mid-air, its mouth opened, and Yang Jian, carrying Yang Chan, landed from within.

Yang Chan was so shaken around that she was dizzy and pale, and felt nauseous as she lay on Yang Jian's back.

"arrive."

Zhong Lingyun's voice rang out.

Yang Jian looked around and saw endless mountains and thick fog.

The distant roars of monsters could be faintly heard, and huge claw marks could occasionally be seen on the ground.

"Teacher, why have you come here?"

Zhong Lingyun did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.

"Yang Jian, you want revenge, but are you capable of doing it all by yourself?"

Yang Jian remained silent.

"Your enemy sits high in the heavens. Do you think anyone, even if they cultivate to the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, could ascend to that height?"

Yang Jian slowly clenched his fist.

"So the teacher brought me here..."

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are the gathering place of the remnants of the demon race."

There was a hint of emotion in Zhong Lingyun's voice that only he could perceive: "There is an old friend here."

Yang Jian looked up into the depths of the mountains, where something seemed to be watching them from behind the thick fog.

The next moment, an old and majestic voice came from the mist.

"The Chaos Bell?"

The voice paused, then trembled with disbelief.

"...My Emperor!!!"

A figure slowly emerged from the thick fog.

He was an old man with white hair, dressed in coarse animal skin clothing, with a slightly hunched back and a face deeply lined with wrinkles.

But in his eyes flowed a wisdom far beyond the ordinary.

Bai Ze, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of Antiquity.

Knowing the names of all things and understanding all the spirits and gods under heaven, he is the strategist of the demon race!

At this moment, the demon saint who had endured tens of thousands of years in the Ten Thousand Mountains bent his knees and knelt down.

"My Emperor's Chaos Bell...it really is my Emperor's Chaos Bell!"

Bai Ze was in tears, prostrating himself on the ground and slamming his forehead heavily against the rocks.

After the Lich War, the demon race was defeated and perished, Emperor Jun died, Taiyi died, and the whereabouts of the Chaos Bell became unknown.

Bai Ze led the remaining demons into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, where they endured tens of thousands of years of hardship, waiting for a glimmer of hope.

Today, hope has arrived!