This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1002 - 487: Yang Jian—Chan Sect's Number One War God!

Isn't this exactly the specialty of our Heavenly Realm deities—to focus on the primary conflict, resolve the secondary ones, and then continue to slack off and rest high up?

Understanding this point, True Monarch Tianpeng felt a sudden clarity before his eyes, and the huge burden in his heart fell heavily to the ground.

He once again displayed that trademark simple and honest smile, bowing deeply to the Monarch once more.

"Thank you, Monarch, for your enlightenment! I understand now!"

Taishang Lao Zi, seeing his newfound understanding, showed a hint of approving smile in his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

A teachable child indeed.

The Monarch's hand flicked the Qingjing Feather Duster, the movement elegant and ethereal, carrying endless Dao rhythm.

"Boom!"

The cover of the giant Furnace of Eight Trigrams not far away opened with a sound, the Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Fire inside roaring, bright as a rainbow, its skyward flames illuminating the entire Doushuai Temple with splendid brilliance and auspicious aura.

Amidst that fierce flames' light, a Divine Weapon rose and fell with the rhythm of the flames, emitting a treasure glow that made one's heart palpitate.

The Monarch extended a finger, pointing from afar at the Divine Weapon.

The Divine Weapon emitted a clear and melodious hum, transformed into a beam of golden light, and flew out of the furnace, steadily hovering in front of True Monarch Tianpeng.

Tianpeng fixed his gaze and saw that it was a weapon of peculiar design.

Its handle was jet-black, its head gleaming, with nine sharp prongs, flashing a cold gleam, clearly an extraordinary item.

The Monarch slowly said: "This treasure is named: Upper Treasure Golden钯."

There was a hint of solemnity in his voice.

"I gathered Divine Ice Iron, personally forg-ed it, and with the power of the Six Ding and Six Jia, painstakingly forged it."

"Its length and size can change according to your will, it can stabilize Qiankun, and in its swings, it clandestinely aligns with the Yin Yang Dao, able to separate sun and moon."

The Monarch's eyes fell on Tianpeng, continuing: "Since you have accepted the task of the Heavenly Emperor, you represent the dignity of the Heavenly Court, by all means, you must not neglect it, nor go barehanded."

"Take this object with you for protection and to engage the enemy, and head down to the Mortal World early."

True Monarch Tianpeng was simply overjoyed, the suddenness of such fortune left him a bit at a loss.

He originally thought a few words of guidance from the Monarch would be immense good fortune, never did he expect the Monarch to bestow such a weighty treasure!

He hurriedly bowed to the ground again, his voice trembling with excitement.

"How am I worthy to receive such a generous gift from the Monarch! Thank you, Monarch! Thank you, Monarch!"

He repeatedly gave his thanks, expressing his boundless gratitude.

The Monarch merely smiled faintly, flicked his feather duster again, a gentle force lifted Tianpeng up.

Only then did Tianpeng, with trembling hands, reverently accept the Upper Treasure Golden钯.

The Divine Weapon in his hands transmitted a weighty texture and cool touch, as if he was holding an entire Star River.

With a thought, the weapon adjusted in accordance to his will, a sense of bloodline connection arose spontaneously.

Tianpeng's heart filled with heroic spirit, unable to suppress it any longer, he began to wield it boldly and openly in the hall of Doushuai Temple.

He moved with fierce vigor, the shades of the weapon stacking upon each other, sometimes like a Spiritual Snake emerging from its hole, cunning and fierce, at other times like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable.

The Upper Treasure Golden钯 in his hand seemed to come alive, each move causing the space to faintly tremble, scattering treasure light in all directions.

"Handy! Indeed, a handy treasure!"

After his dance, Tianpeng slung the Golden钯 over his shoulder, face full of red glow, immensely joyful.

He showered the Monarch with countless thanks, almost exhausting every praise he knew.

The Monarch, looking at his unsophisticated demeanor, finally couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Fool."

Then he turned his head, instructing the Golden Horn and Silver Horn on the side: "Go, bring the newly refined Purple Gold Red Gourd of Nine Revolutions Great Returning Pill and give it to the Marshal."

The Golden Horn and Silver Horn went obediently, soon returning with a Purple Gold Red Gourd, respectfully handing it to Tianpeng.

Only then did the Monarch impatiently wave his hand, as if shooing flies.

"Alright, alright, I've given you the treasure and the spirit pill, enough with the noise, go quickly to accomplish your task!"

Saying this, he closed his eyes again, entering meditation, no longer paying attention to him.

Having received a Divine Weapon and a Spirit Pill, Tianpeng felt immensely refreshed and in high spirits.

He carefully stored the Golden钯 and Elixir Medicine Gourd, bowed three more times to the Monarch's back, and then contentedly exited the Doushuai Temple.

He did not immediately assemble his troops, but first made a trip to the South Heavenly Gate.

There he made a brief farewell with his good brother Sha Xin, who had been promoted to Curtain-Raising Heavenly General due to his merits.

Sha Xin stood beneath the Heavenly Gate, figure straight, face resolute, and after hearing Tianpeng's recount, heavily patted his shoulder, saying solemnly, "Brother, be cautious in all things."

Tianpeng grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "Don't worry, I, Old Pig, know what I'm doing."

After bidding farewell to his friend, Tianpeng returned to the Heavenly River Mansion, formally ordered the assembly of the troops.

Eighty thousand Heavenly River Navy soldiers, at his command, rapidly gathered.

Warships sailed the sky, banners fluttered, magnificently heading toward the Guan River Mouth in the Mortal World.

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Yuqing Realm, Qingwei Heaven.

Two primordial forms converged once more.

At this moment, Xuanqing stopped the disciples.

"Master, is there somewhere we went wrong?" The disciples humbly inquired.

"Not at all, not at all."

Xuanqing smiled: "Proceed, there's something that requires Yu Ding to take a trip."

Yu Ding immediately transformed and emerged.

"What are your orders, Master?"

Xuanqing said: "You have a disciple trapped in a predicament, bring him back to Yuxu Palace."

"My disciple?"

True Master Yu Ding was initially taken aback, then after calculating with his fingers, laughed, "This disciple will set out immediately!"

"I'll be sure to bring back our Chan Sect War God."

From the side, Guang Chengzi smiled and reminded, "Junior Brother, our Chan Sect persuades through reasoning, make sure not to act recklessly!"

Yu Ding nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother, I understand."

With that said, True Master Yu Ding transformed into a sword light and left.

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