This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1009 - 489: Rebel of the Heavenly Court, Harmonious Chan Sect (Part 4)

True Master Yu Ding immediately summoned auspicious clouds, carrying Yang Jian, and transformed into a beam of golden light disappearing into the horizon.

"True Master! True Master!"

"Don't go!"

"We haven't escaped yet, I haven't escaped yet!"

At this moment, eighty thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were still trapped in the Sword Qi Cage.

They saw Yu Ding leaving directly.

Each one was anxious.

"Alright alright, don't shout." True Monarch Tianpeng appeared from somewhere.

The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals rejoiced: "Marshal, we knew you wouldn't abandon us!"

Tian Peng looked at his subordinates with annoyance: "Look at your lack of ambition."

"Yu Ding can trap you, but cannot deny you access to the Internet."

"You can completely entertain yourselves on the Star Network."

"You could even return to the Heavenly Court from the Spirit Realm World!"

The Heavenly Soldiers suddenly awoke: "Right, how did we forget about that!"

Compared to other departments of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly River Navy has its unique privileges.

They are the admins of the Star Network, able to travel between virtual and reality through privileges.

Actually, escaping is quite simple.

"But why didn't we think of it?" the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals reflected.

"Could True Master Yu Ding's Sword Qi lower intelligence?"

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East Kunlun.

Ten Thousand Ridges Immortal Mountain pierced the clouds, unseen at its peak.

Ancient pine trees, robust like flood dragons, clung to the cliffs steep.

Flocks of Immortal Cranes danced between the sea of clouds, emitting clear and melodious calls.

The dense Innate Spiritual Energy gathered here into visible seven-colored mists, drifting beautifully in the wind.

Yang Jian lay atop a cloud, curiously observing this unseen majestic scene, eyes filled with awe and novelty.

Soon, a palace, impossibly grand to describe in words, appeared before them.

The palace, entirely forged from unknown Immortal Jade, under sunlight, reflected billions of rays of light.

In front of the palace, the plaza had Jade Steps and was paved with gold.

The Great Dao Divine Text "Yuxu Palace" hung high atop the Heavenly Gate, each character seemingly contained a universe, elucidating the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Just a glance made one feel their Primordial Spirit was about to be drawn in, eternally entrapped.

True Master Yu Ding led Yang Jian, step by step ascending the lengthy Jade Steps.

They passed through the grand palace gates, finally arriving at a vast and solemn hall.

At the end of the hall, atop a high platform, sat a Daoist.

The Daoist's features and form were indistinct.

He just sat quietly, with infinite extraordinary phenomena encircling him.

Sometimes, he transformed into a supreme giant of Creation of Heaven and Earth, sometimes into the Chaos Green Lotus nurturing all things.

He was as if the Great Dao itself, the source of all laws.

Yang Jian knew, this was his master ancestor, Chan Sect Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun.

He dared not slacken at all, immediately knelt down, performing the nine kowtows ritual respectfully.

"Disciple Yang Jian, paying respects to Master Ancestor."

"Wishing Master Ancestor eternal longevity."

The youthful voice echoed in the hall.

Xuanqing, atop the high platform, slowly opened his eyes.

He warmly smiled: "Rise."

His voice wasn't loud, yet like Heavenly Dao decree, resonating deep in Yang Jian's soul.

Yang Jian felt an irresistible gentle force lifting him, involuntarily standing upright.

Xuanqing's gaze rested on Yang Jian for a moment.

"Very nice, you may be my Chan Sect's third-generation first disciple."

With Xuanqing's acknowledgment, both True Master Yu Ding and Yang Jian beamed with joy.

Xuanqing continued: "Since you have come under Chan Sect's tutelage, you cannot lack a treasure for protecting the Dao."

As soon as the words fell, Xuanqing pointed gently at the void.

Upon the vast sea, Gui Ruins shook.

A roar was heard.

Boom!

The space in the center of Yuxu Palace Hall rippled like a water surface, as a pitch-black vortex appeared.

A savage, violent, and fiendish aura poured crazily from within the vortex.

Roar—!

A thunderous roar came from the depths of the vortex.

The sound contained endless hatred and resentment, as if intending to shred this heaven and earth completely.

Soon after, an enormous head suddenly thrust out from the pitch-black vortex.

It was a ferocious Flood Dragon head, with a single horn, eyes like Blood Pools, each scale flickering with cold, ghostly light.

This was merely the beginning.

The second head, the third head, one after another, squeezed out from the vortex.

Ultimately, a Flood Dragon with a body spanning ten thousand zhang, bearing three heads, completely broke free from the space's restraints, descending into the hall.

Its body coiled, almost tearing apart the entire Yuxu Palace.

This three-headed Flood Dragon emerged from the Gui Ruins.

It was a Divine Beast formed from the residual thoughts of the Poison Demon God.

As soon as the three-headed Flood Dragon appeared, those six giant eyes stared menacingly at Xuanqing on the high platform, filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Yuanshi!"

The middle head spoke human language, its voice hoarse and frenzied.

Suppressed by Gui Ruins for countless ages, the Poison Demon God's remnant thought was nearly bereft of sanity.

"You have imprisoned me for endless ages; today shall be your death day!"

With that said, its massive body suddenly moved, opening three bloodthirsty mouths, carrying enough strength to destroy stars, lunging fiercely towards Xuanqing.

Facing this heaven-obliterating strike, Xuanqing's face remained expressionless.

He didn't even lift an eyebrow.

"Wretched beast!"

He calmly uttered these words.

In an instant, Words and Laws Follow.