This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1010 - 489: Heavenly Court Rebels, Affectionate Chan Sect_5

An invisible power of the Great Dao descended instantly.

The arrogant three-headed flood dragon, its massive body suddenly frozen in mid-air.

The madness and rage in its eyes were quickly replaced by endless fear.

"No... no!"

It let out a wail of extreme fright.

A layer of golden, temperatureless flame ignited over its body.

That was the Great Dao Divine Fire.

Under the scorching of this flame, the indestructible body of the three-headed flood dragon began to dissolve and disintegrate at a visibly rapid pace.

Skeletons moaned, flesh and blood restructured.

Its massive form was continuously compressed and refined.

Its resentful divine soul was forcibly stripped from its body, then harshly reintegrated.

It was as if an invisible hand was forging a piece of crude iron into a peerless divine weapon.

Finally, all light converged and faded.

The fierce and imposing three-headed flood dragon had disappeared without a trace.

In its place, suspended quietly in mid-air, was a strangely shaped long spear.

The spear was entirely dark gold, over one zhang in length.

The spear shaft was covered in intricate dragon scale patterns, holding it felt as if one could sense the explosive power within.

The spear blade split into three prongs, the central main blade being the longest, incredibly sharp, forged from the spine and skull of the three-headed flood dragon.

The crescent blades on either side were formed from its claws and ribs, glinting with a chilling gleam.

A familiar feeling, connected through bloodline with Yang Jian, spontaneously emerged.

Xuanqing flicked his finger, and the divine weapon emitted a clear dragon's roar, transforming into a stream of light, landing steadily in Yang Jian's hand.

"This spear is called the Three-pointed Double-Bladed Halberd."

"With this weapon, you can cut down all injustices in the world."

Yang Jian tightly gripped the divine weapon in his hand, feeling the surging power from within, he bowed once more and said in a fervent voice:

"Disciple bows in gratitude to Grandmaster!"

True Master Yu Ding, seeing his disciple obtain a divine weapon, felt both joy and a bit of concern.

[Master, is this divine weapon legitimate?] True Master Yu Ding cautiously glanced at his master.

Xuanqing merely smiled warmly back at True Master Yu Ding.

[Would an orthodox item be given to our Chan Sect's third generation chief disciple?]

True Master Yu Ding finally calmed his apprehension.

Faced with Yang Jian, their junior disciple, the immortals in Yuxu Palace all showed great affection and enthusiasm.

Their gazes upon Yang Jian were filled with kindness and expectation, as if looking at their most cherished junior.

"Good child, truly a good child."

The burly Huang Long True Man, with a voice like thunder, stepped forward, and his large fan-like hand heavily patted Yang Jian's shoulder.

He grinned, revealing a set of snow-white teeth, and laughed heartily: "Dear Nephew, in a few days, after you lay down your Dao foundation with your master, come visit me at my cave mansion."

"I, your uncle, dare not boast, but in the entire Chan Sect, my body refining skill is second to none!"

"I have a secret technique, the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill."

"I assure you, once mastered, you will be Vajra Unbreakable, Invulnerable to All Techniques, and in the future, simply by your physical body alone, it is not impossible to attain Dao!"

Beside him, Yun Zhongzi, with an immortal demeanor and holding a horsetail whisk, also walked over with a smile.

He examined Yang Jian up and down, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Dear Nephew, if you're interested in the Path of Artifact Refining, feel free to visit me on Zhongnan Mountain anytime."

"I dare not claim to create Innate Spiritual Treasures, but as for any renowned divine weapons in this Primordial True Realm, I have yet to find one I cannot replicate."

"In the future, if you need any magic treasure, just ask."

Next, the three True Masters, Manjusri, Puxian, and Ci Hang, with temperaments either compassionate, solemn, or peaceful, also approached together.

They smiled gently at Yang Jian, their voices like a spring breeze brushing against the face.

"Little Yang Jian, when you're free, come to our Dao field to sit and listen to our scriptures."

They said softly.

"Cultivating Dao is not just about reaching a realm that pierces through heaven and earth, but it's also about refining that Dao Heart, which is as firm as a rock, unmoved by external influences."

"Our sibling trio has some insights in this regard, which we can share with you."

Guang Chengzi weighed the Sky Flipping Seal in his hand and said, "Nephew, I have two great divine skills to teach you."

"One is a unique skill targeting the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and the other is the fifty-fifty method."

"Which one would you like to learn first?"

Taoyi True Master, Ju Liusun, Qingxu True Man...

One by one, the immortals of the Chan Sect showed their support for Yang Jian.

Little Yang Jian was suddenly overwhelmed with the love from his sect, feeling so blissful and lost.

"Thank you, Martial Uncles, thank you, Senior Uncles!"

"Thank you, Master!"

In the long years to come, the immortals of the Chan Sect took turns to give Yang Jian the most meticulous and comprehensive teachings.

Sometimes, Xuanqing personally appeared to clarify his doubts and guide him through the hurdles of cultivation.

And in the vast and boundless East Kunlun Holy Realm, every flower, stone, blade of grass, and tree seemed to have gained spirituality, becoming Yang Jian's best playmates.

Those Grotto Heaven Worlds opened by the Golden Immortals all became his exclusive playground.

He didn't even need to leave Kunlun Mountain to witness the world's best sceneries and sense the most complete and original Great Dao Laws.

In Yuxu Palace, Yang Jian led a carefree and happy life.

Of course, even in joyful days, there were always some "trivial troubles."

"We all understand, we all understand."

"The third generation chief disciple of Chan Sect has unparalleled talent and needs sparring partners to consolidate the Dao foundation; we all understand this reasoning."

"But!"

"But could you not always exploit the Qilin Clan?"

When that majestic Five-Colored Lion once again carried Little Yang Jian, leisurely strolling to the Qilin Cliff, the group of proud Qilin Clan scions were practically on the brink of tears.

Ever since Yang Jian formally embarked on the path of cultivation, he often visited their Qilin Cliff as a "guest."

After all, of all the places on Kunlun Mountain, this was where the most peers gathered.

Over time, Yang Jian and these noble-blooded little qilins became indistinguishable friends.

Of course, this "indistinguishable" was more in a physical sense.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to be afraid."

Little Yang Jian jumped off the back of the Five-Colored Lion, his black and white eyes sparkling, his face still bearing a shy and slightly embarrassed smile.

He took out a golden rope from his bosom and waved it before the little qilins.

"This time, I will tie one of my hands with the Immortal Binding Rope."

"This way, I will no longer accidentally injure you."

This statement nearly broke the defenses of the dejected little qilins opposite.

This was even more insulting than directly defeating them!

The leading Mo Qilin bristled with rage, its scales stood on end, and two streams of white air puffed from its nostrils.

It snarled through gritted teeth: "One may die, but one must not be humiliated!"

"Yang Jian! You may bring it on! Today, we brothers shall let you know that the dignity of the Qilin Clan must not be challenged!"

Watching this group of suddenly spirited and battle-ready youngsters, a few elder Qilins nearby, who were sipping tea and playing chess, stroked their long beards and smiled brightly.

"Ah, youth, how wonderful."

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