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Chapter 695 How did a celestial being manage to get here?
The earth-shattering battle cries were like a boulder crashing into a calm lake, instantly waking everyone who had just been immersed in the luxurious scene of the celestial palace.
"Someone beat us to it!" Bixiao's eyes widened, and she was the first to realize it.
"Let's go! Let's go see!" The Holy Mother of Wudang showed no surprise. Her tone was icy, and she transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the direction from which the voice came.
No one dared to delay and quickly followed.
The deeper they flew into the celestial palace, the stronger the stench of blood and the aftershocks of the collision of magical power became.
The once magnificent palace is now in ruins. The white jade rainbow bridge is covered with cracks, and black smoke is still rising from many places, clearly indicating that it has experienced a fierce battle.
Yang Jian followed behind Fairy Yunxiao, his brows furrowed tightly.
He knew very well that none of the people who had managed to get here were good people; these people would do anything for the treasure.
Soon, they arrived at the center of the battlefield.
The scene before them made everyone stop in their tracks.
It was a square of unimaginable size.
The square was paved with a single piece of unidentified golden divine jade, but now it was shattered into pieces.
On the square, two groups of people were fighting fiercely, their battle so intense that the sun and moon seemed to lose their light.
On one side is the Asura clan of the Blood Sea.
Leading the group was none other than Brahma, who wielded a blood-red longsword. He was covered in blood, looking like a madman, and every strike he made carried a terrifying killing intent capable of tearing the heavens apart.
Behind him, hundreds of Asuras, their eyes bloodshot, fought fiercely against the enemy, utterly fearless.
Their opponents were the demon cultivators of the Northern Underworld Palace.
The quasi-saint, who had lost an arm, was currently hovering in mid-air. His remaining hand was forming a hand seal, drawing upon endless chilling energy.
Ice spikes and blades formed from Xuanming Frost rained down on the Asura clan like a torrential downpour.
Every ice spike that falls will inevitably take the life of an Asura.
"These guys are really fighting like dogs." Bi Xiao looked at the melee below, curled her lip, and said with disdain.
Yang Jian's gaze did not linger on these people.
He looked across the chaotic battlefield and towards the very center of the square.
There, on a nine-dragon throne that had collapsed halfway, a simple dragon-headed cane floated silently.
The walking stick was about three feet long and was carved entirely from an unknown type of sacred wood. A lifelike nine-clawed dragon was coiled around the stick.
The staff's head is a ferocious and majestic dragon head!
The dragon head seemed to be alive; between the opening and closing of its eyes, the scenes of the birth and death of the sun, moon, and stars flowed within it.
An aura of supreme majesty, as if ruling over the world and commanding all immortals, emanated from the cane.
"Dragon-headed staff!"
An unprecedentedly blazing light erupted from the eyes of the Holy Mother of Wudang!
It was here after all!
"kill!"
The battlefield below has reached a fever pitch.
Although Brahma was brave, he was only at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
Even if the opponent is already seriously injured, he is still no match for a true quasi-saint.
"puff!"
The Quasi-Saint of Beiming Palace seized an opportunity, pointed his fingers like a sword, and unleashed a condensed Xuanbing sword aura that instantly pierced through the shoulder of Dafantian.
Brahma let out a miserable cry, staggered backward, and almost lost his grip on the blood-red longsword in his hand.
"A swarm of bloodthirsty vermin dares to compete with me for this supreme treasure?"
A cruel smile appeared on the face of the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace.
With one step, he was about to deliver the final blow to Brahma!
However, at that moment...
Brahma suddenly raised his head.
His gaze passed over the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace and fell upon the newly arrived Holy Mother Wudang and her companions.
When he saw the Holy Mother of Wudang and the familiar faces behind her, his pupils, which were originally filled with crazy killing intent, suddenly shrank!
People of the Jie Sect!
Moreover, those who came were all personally instructed by the sage!
Brahma's heart sank instantly.
He suddenly let out a furious roar of resentment at the Asuras who were still fighting a bloody battle.
"Stop it, all of you!"
Brahma's roar was so powerful that it instantly drowned out all the shouts of battle on the battlefield.
The Asura clan members and the demon cultivators from the Northern Underworld Palace, who were engaged in a fierce battle, were both taken aback and subconsciously stopped what they were doing, creating distance between themselves.
The one-armed Quasi-Saint from the Northern Underworld Palace was preparing to deliver a fatal blow and completely eliminate Brahma, this major threat, when he was interrupted by this sudden shout.
He frowned, a hint of displeasure on his face.
What the hell?
This madman from the Blood Sea, does he think he can get away with cheating just because he can't win?
He followed Brahma's gaze and looked behind him.
With just one glance, the displeasure on his face instantly turned into deep apprehension and gloom.
Holy Mother Wudang! True Man Yuding! The Three Immortals of Sanxiao!
So many core disciples of the Xuanmen have suddenly arrived!
This is troublesome.
Brahma stared intently at the Holy Mother of Wudang, his gaze shifting uncertainly, his mind in turmoil.
beat?
How do I play?
On their side, they had already been severely weakened by that old man from Beiming Palace.
Now, a group of even more formidable ferocious individuals have arrived.
Forget about seizing the dragon head staff; whether we can even leave here alive today is a question.
Especially when he thought that behind this group of people stood Senior Brother Niu Ben, who dared to defy even the Heavenly Dao, Da Fantian couldn't help but feel a chill.
Can't afford it!
Absolutely not someone to mess with!
A true man can bend and stretch; if treasures are lost, they can be found again, but if you lose your life, then you truly have nothing left.
Thinking of this, Brahma took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the resentment and killing intent in his heart.
He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the Holy Mother Wudang from afar, and said in a hoarse voice, "So it is fellow Daoists from the Jie Sect in person."
"Since fellow Daoists have also taken a liking to this treasure..."
"Then my Asura clan will not participate."
After saying that, he glared fiercely at the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace, his eyes filled with resentment that said, "Consider yourself lucky."
Then, without turning his head, he gave a low shout to the Asura clan members behind him who were also unwilling to accept defeat.
"Let's go!"
The Asura race comes and goes quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a cloud of blood and disappeared into the depths of the celestial palace, leaving with remarkable decisiveness.
This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.
The demon cultivators from the Northern Underworld Palace looked at each other in bewilderment.
They just ran away?
Just a moment ago they were shouting and threatening to kill us, acting like they wanted to die with us. How come they didn't dare to utter a word and just ran away as soon as the Xuanmen people arrived?
Are the disciples of the Xuanmen sect really that intimidating?
With the departure of the Asura clan, the once chaotic square instantly became empty.
Only the Holy Mother Wudang and her companions remained, facing off against the demon cultivators of the Northern Underworld Palace.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.
All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the dragon-headed staff that exuded supreme majesty.
Just then, the Virgin Mary of Wudang moved.
She took a step and walked towards the Nine Dragon Throne.
Her steps were slow, but every step she took seemed to touch everyone's hearts.
The face of the one-armed Quasi-Saint from the Northern Underworld Palace instantly turned extremely ugly.
He had worked tirelessly, fighting tooth and nail with the Asuras for half a day, and was about to acquire this treasure.
So, as soon as your Jie Sect people arrived, you wanted to just take the credit?
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
"stop!"
He finally couldn't hold back and shouted sternly.
The steps of the Virgin Mary of Wudang came to a halt.
She slowly turned around and looked at the quasi-saint with a cold, emotionless gaze.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a dead person.
When the Holy Mother of Wudang looked at him like that, the Quasi-Saint felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Only then did he realize that the woman in front of him was the ruthless woman who had just severed his arm with a single sword strike!
However, the thought of the dragon-headed staff so close at hand once again overwhelmed his fear with greed.
He gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and said in a deep voice, "Holy Mother Wudang, don't push your luck!"
"This treasure is ownerless; whoever finds it has a share!"
"What gives you the right to come here and try to take it for yourself?"
"On what grounds?"
The Holy Mother of Wudang smiled.
That smile was cold, carrying a sense of self-righteous domineering.
"Just because my Jie Sect has taken a liking to it."
"This item, I, the Jie Sect, want."
She spoke slowly and deliberately, each word filled with an unquestionable and absolute will.
"you!"
The quasi-saint was so angered by the rebuke that he almost couldn't catch his breath, and his face turned a deep liver color.
He had seen domineering people before, but he had never seen anyone so unreasonable!
"What arrogance!"
He laughed in fury, "Do you really think that your Xuanmen sect can do whatever you want in the primordial world?"
"Today, I'll see what you're capable of doing to snatch this dragon-headed staff from my hands!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure of a quasi-saint erupted from his body!
A major battle is about to break out!
However, at this tense moment...
A gentle yet somewhat hypocritical voice came from afar without warning.
"Amitabha Buddha, this place is quite lively."
"Am I too late, monk?"
As the Buddhist chant was recited, golden light shone brightly in the distant sky.
A giant, nine-grade golden lotus of merit broke through the clouds and slowly approached.
On the lotus platform, Ananda, draped in a brocade kasaya, had a dignified and solemn appearance, with halos of Buddha light emanating from behind his head.
Behind him, dozens of Western sect disciples, wielding magical weapons, looked menacing.
They've arrived too!
When the quasi-saint from the Northern Underworld Palace saw Ananda appear, he was first taken aback, and then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
Very good!
Another one has arrived; it can share the firepower!
He refused to believe that the Jie Sect, no matter how domineering, would dare to offend both the Northern Underworld Palace and the Western Sect at the same time.
Ananda's gaze was immediately drawn to the dragon-headed staff that exuded supreme majesty.
His eyes instantly blazed with undisguised greed and fervor.
My darling!
This item has a special connection with the West!
"Amitabha."
Ananda clasped his hands together, bowed slightly to the Holy Mother Wudang, and wore a compassionate smile on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Wudang, this treasure is an ancient relic, but it is too full of killing energy. If it is left here, it may bring disaster to the primordial world."
"Why don't I take it back to the West and use Buddhism to dispel its malevolence day and night? That would be a good deed."
His words sounded high-sounding, but his shamelessness was utterly appalling.
"Pah!"
Bixiao was the first to stop listening.
She pointed at Ananda's nose and started cursing: "You bald monk, have you no shame?"
"What nonsense about dispelling hostility! I think you just want to steal the treasure!"
A flash of anger crossed Ananda's face, but he quickly suppressed it.
He knew that there was no reasoning with an unreasonable girl like Bixiao.
His gaze shifted to the Jade Cauldron Immortal standing to the side.
"Fellow Daoist Yu Ding, what is your opinion?"
Upon hearing this, Master Yu Ding simply smiled faintly.
He flicked his whisk and said loudly, "What you said, my friend, makes a lot of sense."
"Such a treasure belongs to the virtuous."
"I think we should stop wasting time talking."
"Let's see who has the greatest skill; that treasure belongs to them!"
Master Yu Ding's words were simple and direct, and instantly won the approval of everyone present.
That's right!
In the primordial world, might makes right!
For a time, the three forces were clearly divided and confronted each other, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.
A major war seems imminent.
Yang Jian gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly, and the magical power within his body began to circulate wildly.
He is ready to act at any time.
However, at that moment...
An unexpected figure appeared at the entrance of the square without warning.
It was a young man dressed in white.
He had an ordinary appearance and a plain demeanor; he looked like an ordinary mortal.
What's most astonishing is his cultivation level.
Fairy!
She was just a celestial being!
Everyone present was stunned.
A big question mark popped into everyone's mind.
What's going on?
How did a celestial being manage to get here?
Are all those restrictive formations outside just for show?
This is unbelievable!
Yang Jian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He himself had fought his way up from the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, and knew all too well the dangers of the journey.
For a celestial being to survive and make it this far is even more absurd than a saint attaining enlightenment!
However, what happened next was even more outrageous.
The young man in white showed no fear whatsoever when facing the three terrifyingly powerful figures on the plaza, who were locked in a tense standoff.
He didn't even glance at the crowd.
It was as if these Quasi-Saints and Great Luo Golden Immortals, who were powerful enough to shake the entire primordial world, were no different from roadside stones in his eyes.
He ignored everyone.
He took those steps, one after another, and walked straight toward the Nine Dragon Throne and the Dragon Head Cane.
His target was also the dragon-headed staff!
At this moment, the entire square fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone was completely baffled by the young man in white's actions.
Is he insane?
Or do you think you're living too long?
"court death!"
A roar filled with boundless rage shattered the deathly silence.
The one-armed Quasi-Saint from the Northern Underworld Palace was completely enraged!
He was ignored by the Holy Mother of Wudang, which was fine.
It's one thing to be ignored by Ananda.
Now, even a mere ant at the Celestial Immortal realm dares to lay a finger on the treasure he has his eye on right in front of him!
This is an absolute disgrace!
He suddenly raised his only remaining left hand, and a terrifying cold current, enough to freeze thousands of miles away, slammed fiercely towards the white-robed youth's back!