Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

Chapter 699 Departure to the Nuwa Palace

With the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods approaching, the Xuanmen sect is still rife with internal conflicts. His actions today are both a reward and an investment.

He wanted everyone to see that as long as they were united, he, as the eldest brother, would never be stingy with rewards.

"Cultivate yourself diligently, lest you tarnish the reputation of the Xuanmen sect."

Niu Ben gave his final explanation.

After saying that, he didn't linger. He turned around and took a step into the void.

His figure silently merged into the space and disappeared.

Niu Ben is gone.

But that supreme pressure of ruling the world and controlling everything still seemed to shroud every corner of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, deeply imprinted on the primordial spirits of everyone.

The square was completely silent.

The six newly promoted quasi-saints, namely Yu Ding Zhenren, Wu Dang Shengmu, San Xiao, and Yang Jian, remained in their bowed posture for a long time without rising.

They were all savoring the moment, feeling the surging, new power within them that seemed capable of easily tearing the heavens and earth apart.

"I...I've become a Quasi-Saint?"

The first to break the silence was Bixiao, who was the most lively.

She sat up abruptly, looked down at her hands, and her face was filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

She could feel that her understanding of the laws and her perception of heaven and earth had improved by more than one level.

With every gesture, he seemed to be able to unleash the power of the world.

"Hahaha! I've become a quasi-saint too!"

Bixiao couldn't help but jump up, her clear laughter echoing in the empty square.

"Our senior brother is amazing! Just by waving his hand, we've all become quasi-saints! It's easier than eating or drinking!"

Although Qiongxiao did not lose her composure like Bixiao, the excitement and joy in her eyes were impossible to hide.

She clenched her fist, feeling the unprecedented power within her body, and realized that her previous self, who was a Great Immortal, was pitifully weak.

"Our senior brother's realm is beyond our comprehension."

Yunxiao sighed softly, her expression the most complex.

She is now a powerful figure in the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, and can be considered a strong person in the entire prehistoric world.

But she knew better than anyone that with her current level of cultivation, she was probably no match for her senior brother Niu Ben, not even worth mentioning.

"This kindness is too heavy."

Yunxiao's voice carried a heavy sense of emotion.

"yes."

Master Yu Ding also straightened up, stroking his whisk, his eyes filled with shock and admiration.

"I have been stuck at the Great Luo Perfection stage for several Yuanhui, and I thought I had no hope of becoming a Quasi-Saint in this lifetime. I never expected to receive such good fortune from my senior brother today."

A complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

His master, Yuanshi Tianzun, was a sage of the Heavenly Dao, and was extremely noble.

Even the master couldn't create a quasi-saint as easily as the eldest brother.

Just how terrifying has this senior brother's strength reached?

The Holy Mother of Wudang still maintained her aloof demeanor, but the hand holding her sword trembled slightly, revealing the unease within her heart.

"I should repay my senior brother's kindness with my life."

She didn't say much, but every word she spoke carried immense weight.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in deep agreement.

From this day forward, Niu Ben's status in their hearts is no different from that of their master.

No, in some respects, it is even worse.

Because their master bestowed upon them the Dao, while their eldest brother gave them tangible power and a future.

After a moment of reflection, everyone gradually calmed down.

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time for us to leave."

The Holy Mother of Wudang glanced at the Nine-Dragon Throne and the Eastern King Duke standing respectfully behind Yang Jian, and then spoke.

"Indeed, we need to return to seclusion as soon as possible to stabilize our cultivation levels."

Yunxiao also agreed.

While a sudden surge in cultivation is an incredible stroke of luck, it still requires time to settle and adapt.

"Nephew Yang Jian, what about you?"

Master Yu Ding looked at his disciple, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.

The disciples who once needed his protection are now quasi-saints, capable of standing on their own.

Yang Jian snapped out of his reverie, first bowing respectfully to the elders before speaking.

"Thank you for your concern, senior uncles and senior disciples. I am also preparing to leave this place."

"Oh? Are you planning to go back to Yuquan Mountain?"

Master Yu Ding asked.

Yang Jian shook his head, his eyes becoming firm and profound.

"No."

He took a deep breath, as if he had made a major decision.

"Dear senior uncles and senior masters, Yang Jian plans to leave the Primordial World and travel to the Chaos Realm."

What?

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

"To chaos?"

Bixiao blinked, looking puzzled, and asked, "Junior Nephew Yang Jian, what are you going to do in Chaos? There's nothing there except chaotic energy, and it's extremely dangerous."

The others also looked at him with puzzled expressions.

Yang Jian has just entered the Quasi-Saint realm, and it is precisely the time for him to go into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation. Why would he suddenly want to go to that dangerous and unpredictable Chaos Realm?

Yang Jian met everyone's gaze and spoke, word by word.

"Go find my sister, Yang Chan."

Yang Chan!

When Yang Jian uttered those two words, the atmosphere in the square instantly became somewhat subtle.

Those present were all core disciples of the Xuanmen sect, and they had all heard about the case of the Haotian family affair from back then.

The fairy Yao Ji secretly married a mortal, violating the heavenly rules, and was imprisoned under Peach Mountain by the Jade Emperor.

She had three children. Her eldest son, Yang Jiao, died young. Her second son, Yang Jian, became a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal. Her youngest daughter, Yang Chan, was said to have been taken away by the Sage Nuwa after the incident.

"Your sister... you mean the one who was taken away by the goddess Nuwa?"

Yunxiao frowned slightly and asked softly.

Her tone carried a hint of concern and worry.

That was, after all, a sacred place. Although Yang Jian was now a quasi-saint, it would probably not be an easy task for him to go to the saint's place to ask for someone.

"Exactly."

Yang Jian nodded, a hint of reminiscence and tenderness flashing in his eyes.

"Back then, things happened suddenly. I was rescued by my master, and I was separated from my third sister for countless years. At that time, my cultivation was weak, and I could barely protect myself, let alone go to find her."

His voice deepened, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

"But things are different now."

Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes gleaming with astonishing brilliance.

"Thanks to my master's great favor, I have been fortunate enough to enter the Quasi-Saint realm. Moreover, I am protected by the senior Dongwanggong."

He glanced at the Eastern King Duke, who stood beside him with his hands at his sides, exuding an aura of profound composure and imposing presence.

"Now, I finally have a little confidence and the right to see her and see for myself whether she is doing well."

These words touched the hearts of everyone present.

Especially the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, who share a deep sisterly bond, are the ones who can best understand Yang Jian's feelings at this moment.

"What my junior apprentice says is true."

Master Yu Ding sighed and said, "Goddess Nuwa is compassionate and a saintly mother of humanity. My third sister is under her tutelage, so she must not have suffered any injustice. It is only natural for you to go and visit her."

Although he said that, he was still somewhat worried.

After all, this involves the face of the Heavenly Court and the Jade Emperor.

"Don't worry, young master."

Just then, the Eastern King, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

He bowed respectfully to Yang Jian, his voice steady and powerful.

"The Nuwa Palace, the palace of the Sage Nuwa, is located in the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. With this old servant's speed, I can reach it in less than three days."

"Our trip is to visit relatives, which is perfectly reasonable. I'm sure that Goddess Nuwa will not make things difficult for us out of respect for Sage Niu Ben."

He emphasized the words "Saint Niu Ben" very heavily.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood.

Yup!

How could they forget this!

Yang Jian's current identity is not only that of Yu Ding Zhenren's disciple, but also that of Senior Brother Niu Ben's personal disciple!

You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog!

Even if Goddess Nuwa doesn't give face to Yang Jian or Jade Cauldron Immortal, does she really not give face to Senior Brother Niu Ben?

Once they understood this, the last trace of worry in everyone's hearts vanished.

"What Senior Dongwanggong said is absolutely right!"

Bixiao clapped her hands and laughed, "With Senior Brother's prestigious reputation, let alone going to Nuwa Palace, even if we went to those two old guys' Mount Ling in the Western Sect, they would have to treat us with utmost respect!"

"Nonsense!"

Yunxiao glared at her, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

With this confidence, everyone felt a huge weight lifted from their shoulders, and the topic naturally shifted to another, and most crucial, issue.

"Yang Jian, my junior disciple."

The Holy Mother of Wudang looked at Yang Jian, a sharp glint flashing in her clear, cold eyes.

"What are your plans after visiting your sister?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's attention once again focused on Yang Jian.

They all knew that visiting their sister was only the first step.

Yang Jian's greatest obsession, the nightmare that has weighed on his heart for countless eons, is the Peach Mountain that suppressed his mother!

Yang Jian fell silent.

He looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dome of the Purple Mansion Celestial Court, seeing the lofty Thirty-Three Heavens.

a long time.

He withdrew his gaze, the confusion and reminiscence in his eyes completely gone, replaced by an unprecedented firmness and determination.

"After seeing my third sister, I can finally put my mind at ease."

"Next step……"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart hard.

"Splitting the mountain to save my mother!"

boom!

The atmosphere in the entire square instantly plummeted to freezing point!

He split the mountain to save his mother!

These four words represent more than just rescuing Fairy Yao Ji.

This is an open challenge to the Jade Emperor and the entire Heavenly Court order!

"good!"

The first to break the silence was Bixiao again!

Her small face showed no fear whatsoever, but was instead filled with excitement and fighting spirit!

"Smash it! That damn mountain deserves to be slashed!"

"What is Haotian anyway? He's just a pageboy under the Dao Ancestor, yet he dares to call himself the Heavenly Emperor and bully our Xuanmen!"

"Junior Nephew Yang Jian, go ahead with peace of mind! Count me in!"

"Nonsense!"

Yunxiao rebuked her again, but this time, there was no hint of reproach on her face, only a resolute expression.

She looked at Yang Jian and said solemnly.

"Nephew, if you truly wish to split the mountain to rescue your mother, we will certainly go!"

"good!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang gripped her sword tightly, her voice clear and powerful.

"We have yet to repay our eldest brother's kindness. Heaven is unjust, so we will act on its behalf! Consider this a contribution from our Jie Sect!"

"good!"

Master Yu Ding flicked his whisk, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"As children, it is our natural duty to save our mother from dire straits! If Haotian dares to obstruct us, this sword of mine is not to be trifled with!"

Each promise, each vow.

At this moment, the divide between the Chan and Jie schools seemed to have completely disappeared.

They were united by Niu Ben's kindness, and even more so by Yang Jian's filial piety and the upcoming great battle, forming an unprecedentedly strong alliance!

With the promises of his teachers and fellow disciples, Yang Jian felt a warm current surge in his chest, and his eyes even became a little hot.

He bowed deeply to the crowd.

"Yang Jian thanks all my senior uncles and masters!"

"Oh, my dear disciple, please rise quickly!"

Yunxiao quickly helped him up and said gently, "We both belong to the Xuanmen sect, so we should be of one mind. Besides, we have all received great favors from our senior brother, so your affairs are our affairs."

"Exactly!" Bixiao waved her little fist from the side. "When the time comes, let's storm the Heavenly Court together, drag Haotian off his dragon throne, and give him a good beating!"

"You little brat, you have no sense of propriety!" Yunxiao glared at her, both amused and annoyed.

Everyone exchanged smiles, and the atmosphere became relaxed and warm.

After some discussion, everyone finalized their plans for the future.

"We sisters need to return to Jin'ao Island first."

The Holy Mother of Wudang said, "Firstly, it's to stabilize our cultivation level, and secondly, it's to inform our fellow disciples on the island about what's happening here so they can prepare in advance."

"This humble Taoist priest must first return to Jinxia Cave on Yuquan Mountain to inform my master of this matter."

Master Yuding pondered and said, "Splitting the mountain to save my mother is a matter of great importance. With Master intervening, we may be able to avoid a lot of trouble."

Although he knew that Yuanshi Tianzun might not necessarily break ties with Haotian for Yang Jian's sake, as a disciple, he still had to follow the proper procedures.

More importantly, he needed to go back and make thorough preparations.

Everyone nodded in agreement, agreeing that this was the safest course of action.

Afterwards, they exchanged specially made communication jade talismans, agreeing that as long as Yang Jian gave the order, they would arrive immediately no matter where they were.

After all this was done, the moment of parting arrived.

At the entrance to the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, Yang Jian bid farewell to everyone.

"Nephew, be careful in everything you do. If you encounter any trouble, do not act recklessly. Notify us immediately," Yunxiao repeatedly instructed.

"Don't worry, Junior Nephew Yang Jian, we've got your back!" Bixiao patted her chest and assured him.

"Take care of yourself."

The Holy Mother of Wudang and the True Man of Jade Cauldron also solemnly cupped their hands in greeting.

"Take care, fellow disciples!"

Yang Jian returned the greetings one by one.

Yang Jian watched as the four streaks of light streaked across the sky and disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds before he withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, only he and the Eastern King Duke remained at the empty entrance of the Celestial Court.

"Young Master, shall we set off now for the Nuwa Palace?"

The Eastern King bowed deeply and asked the question, adopting an extremely humble posture.