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Chapter 688 The First of the Four Great Demon Generals: Brahma!
Sword energy crisscrossed in the sky.
The ancient sword in the hands of the Holy Mother of Wudang burst forth with a chilling light, each sword aura aimed straight for vital points.
Jade Cauldron Immortal, wielding the Immortal-Slaying Sword, moved about to provide support, his sword light sharp and unparalleled.
The Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace had already suffered a severe blow after losing an arm, and now, facing the combined attack of two direct disciples of the Saints, he was in even greater danger.
He frantically channeled the last of his magical power, condensing it into thick ice walls in front of him.
But those ice walls were so brittle in front of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi that they were less than paper, and were instantly cut into countless ice shards.
"puff!"
Another flash of sword light appeared, and a deep gash was slashed open on the thigh of the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace, exposing the bone, and blood gushed out.
We can't beat them.
We simply can't beat them.
The strength of the Holy Mother of Wudang far exceeded his imagination; her ruthlessness was even more ferocious than that of the demon cultivators in their Beiming Palace.
If this fight continues, I'm sure I'll lose my life here today.
Saving face is nothing; preserving your life is the most important thing.
Thinking of this, the Quasi-Saint of Beiming Palace suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of his life essence blood, which turned into a thick cloud of blood mist, forcibly forcing back the sword light of the Holy Mother of Wudang.
Taking advantage of this opening, he retreated hundreds of feet, creating a relatively safe distance.
He gasped for breath, staring intently at the Holy Mother of Wudang and the Jade Cauldron Immortal, and spoke through gritted teeth.
"You guys are ruthless!"
These words were squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing endless resentment and humiliation.
He, a quasi-saint, was actually forced to this point by two juniors. He has lost all face.
But he dared not act recklessly again.
"I, Beiming Palace, will remember this debt!"
He clutched his still-bleeding severed arm, his face so grim it was almost dripping with water.
After saying this, he didn't dare to look at the celestial city that radiated alluring precious light again, and turned to leave.
The disciples of the Northern Underworld Palace behind him were already terrified. Seeing that their ancestor had run away, they hurriedly scrambled after him, turning into a dark cloud and fleeing into the horizon in disgrace.
Watching the retreating figures of the Beiming Palace members fleeing in disarray, the tens of thousands of rogue cultivators below were all dumbfounded.
The quasi-saint powerhouse who was arrogant and domineering just a moment ago was driven away just like that.
They don't even dare to say a few harsh words?
The strength of the Xuanmen disciples is truly terrifying!
The Holy Mother of Wudang stood in the void, watching the direction in which the Quasi-Saint of Beiming Palace had fled, but did not pursue him.
With a flick of her wrist, the ancient sword emitted a clear sword cry before transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into her sleeve.
"Hmph, you're lucky you ran fast."
The Holy Mother of Wudang snorted coldly, her tone full of disdain.
If it weren't for the opportunity presented by the Purple Mansion Immortal Court today, and not wanting to cause any unforeseen complications, she would have chopped off this guy's head and used it as a football.
She turned around, her gaze passing over the crowd below and landing on the radiant Purple Palace.
The immortal city was shrouded in a thick purple light curtain, from which faint sounds of the Great Dao could be heard, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
Just then.
Three beautiful figures, accompanied by a young man dressed in white, flew out from the crowd and arrived before the Holy Mother of Wudang and the Jade Cauldron Immortal.
It was none other than the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao and Yang Jian.
"Senior Sister Wudang, Senior Brother Yuding!"
Fairy Yunxiao spoke first, bowing slightly to the two of them with a gentle smile on her face.
Bixiao excitedly joined in, chattering away.
"Senior sister, that sword strike you just used was so cool! It scared that old bastard so much he peed his pants!"
Qiongxiao nodded in agreement, her eyes full of admiration.
When the Holy Mother of Wudang saw the Three Immortals, a rare smile appeared on her usually cold face.
"What are you three girls doing here, joining in the fun?"
Since everyone here is a direct disciple of the Jie Sect, they have always had a very good relationship. It is only natural that they feel very close when they gather here on the East Sea.
Master Yuding also put away his Immortal-Slaying Sword and bowed to the Three Immortals.
"I have met my three junior sisters."
Now that the three religions have merged, people no longer distinguish between each other, and their forms of address have become much closer.
Just as everyone was exchanging pleasantries...
Yu Ding Zhenren's gaze suddenly fell on Yang Jian, who was standing behind the Three Immortals of Sanxiao.
He was taken aback at first, then rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it.
When he looked again, it was indeed that young man.
That peerless genius who haunted his dreams and whom he longed to take as his disciple!
"Yang Jian's nephew?"
Master Yu Ding exclaimed in surprise, his tone filled with astonishment and disbelief.
He strode up to Yang Jian and looked the dashing young man up and down.
What are you doing here?
When Yang Jian saw Yu Ding Zhenren, he also respectfully performed a junior's salute.
"Disciple Yang Jian greets Martial Uncle Yu Ding."
"Uncle-Master, I came out with my three uncles to gain experience and see the opportunities in the Purple Mansion Immortal Court."
Upon hearing this, Master Yuding felt a mix of emotions.
He recalled the scene when he went to Guanjiangkou to take on apprentices back then.
At that time, he immediately recognized Yang Jian's exceptional talent, especially the third eye on his forehead, which seemed to be born for cultivation.
He was overjoyed and prepared to take Yang Jian under his wing and nurture him as a precious gem of the Chan Sect.
The results of it?
Senior Brother Niu Ben descended from the sky and directly intercepted the person.
That's the eldest brother!
A ruthless person who dares to beat up even the Heavenly Dao!
Master Yu Ding didn't dare utter a word at the time and could only watch helplessly as such a promising talent became his senior brother's personal disciple.
This matter has always been a knot in his heart, and he feels pain every time he thinks about it.
"So you're out here to gain experience. Good, very good."
Master Yu Ding chuckled twice, trying to hide his embarrassment.
The Holy Mother Wudang, standing nearby, noticed the strange expression on Jade Cauldron Immortal's face and a sense of doubt arose in her heart.
She turned to look at Yang Jian and sized him up.
This young man is not old, but his cultivation has already reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. Moreover, his physical body and blood are extremely vigorous, almost comparable to an ancient great demon.
What's even more unusual is that there's a faint vertical line in the middle of his forehead, which seems to contain some kind of world-destroying power.
This is an exceptionally promising talent!
"Who is he?"
The Holy Mother of Wudang looked up at the clouds and asked.
"Could they be your three newly accepted apprentices?"
She thought to herself, "The Three Immortals Sister has good taste; she actually managed to find such a disciple with extraordinary talent."
Before Yunxiao could even speak, Bixiao had already jumped in and started shouting loudly.
"Senior sister, you guessed wrong!"
Bixiao raised her chin triumphantly and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder.
"This is Yang Jian, the personal disciple of our senior brother Niu Ben!"
The moment those words were spoken, the surrounding air fell silent.
The expression on the face of the Holy Mother of Wudang froze instantly.
Her eyes widened as she stared intently at Yang Jian, her mind buzzing.
The eldest disciple's personal disciple?
The legendary Yang Jian, who was personally taken in and carefully taught by his senior brother?
A storm raged in the heart of the Holy Mother of Wudang.
You should know that in the hearts of the disciples of the Xuanmen Sect, the eldest disciple Niu Ben is a god-like figure.
The foremost among all the sages of the heavens!
Lord of the Underworld!
An unparalleled powerhouse who even the Heavenly Dao must bow to!
To be accepted as a disciple by such a being is an incredible blessing.
When the Holy Mother of Wudang looked at Yang Jian again, her eyes had completely changed.
Before, I only appreciated it as a junior; now, I feel a deep sense of awe and respect.
She took a deep breath to calm her excited emotions.
"So you're the eldest disciple's esteemed student. No wonder you have such an imposing presence."
The Virgin Mary's tone softened considerably, even becoming somewhat polite.
"Junior brother Yang Jian, your aunt was blind and didn't recognize you just now, please don't take offense."
Yang Jian was flattered and quickly waved his hand.
"Aunt Wudang, you flatter me. I am but a novice, how could I dare to accept such praise from you?"
Yang Jian's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and his demeanor was measured, which made Wudang Shengmu and Yuding Zhenren like him more and more.
As expected of a disciple taught by the senior brother, his temperament and demeanor far surpass those of his peers.
Yang Jian was also filled with mixed emotions.
He knew very well that the reason these high-ranking Quasi-Saints and Great Luo Golden Immortals were so polite to him was entirely because of the person standing behind him.
The Master's reputation is truly resounding.
This made him feel incredibly proud, but at the same time, he also felt immense pressure.
I absolutely cannot let my master down!
I must find an opportunity within this Purple Mansion Immortal Court to break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm!
"Alright, alright, we're all family, so let's not stand on ceremony."
Bixiao watched as everyone bowed to each other and couldn't help but interrupt.
"Let's hurry up and see when the Purple Mansion Celestial Court will open!"
Everyone's attention then returned to the magnificent immortal city.
The purple light curtain continued to swirl, showing no signs of weakening.
Everyone knew that opening these ancient ruins would require a specific opportunity, and it couldn't be rushed.
So, the Holy Mother of Wudang, the Immortal Jade Cauldron, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, and Yang Jian found a spot with a wide view in mid-air, sat down cross-legged, and waited quietly.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding rogue cultivators all consciously retreated a considerable distance.
Who dares to approach this group of evil stars?
They had clearly witnessed the fate of that Quasi-Saint from the Northern Underworld Palace.
The disciples of the Xuanmen sect are not to be trifled with!
Time passed by, second by second.
The sea breeze howled, whipping up huge waves.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, kept brushing against everyone's faces.
The purple light curtain surrounding the Purple Mansion Immortal Court still resembles a giant inverted bowl, protecting the entire immortal city completely.
The Holy Mother of Wudang sat cross-legged on a black auspicious cloud, closing her eyes to rest. An ancient sword lay across her knees, radiating a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.
Master Yu Ding pulled Yang Jian aside and chatted incessantly about his insights into swordsmanship.
"Junior Nephew Yang Jian, although your mountain-splitting axe is powerful and heavy, if you can incorporate some of the lightness and agility of swordsmanship, its power will definitely reach another level."
Master Yu Ding demonstrated several famous sword moves, explaining them in great detail.
Yang Jian listened very attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time, and humbly asking for guidance when he encountered anything he didn't understand.
He knew very well that his Uncle Yu Ding's skill in swordsmanship was among the best in the entire prehistoric world.
This kind of free guidance is extremely rare, you can't find it even with a lantern, so you must make the most of it.
The Three Immortal Maidens watched from the side, their faces also full of smiles.
Yunxiao whispered to her two younger sisters, "Yang Jian is an extremely intelligent child; no wonder our eldest brother has taken a liking to him."
Qiongxiao nodded: "Yes, and he is neither arrogant nor impatient, and he doesn't have the airs of a disciple of a sage at all, which is truly rare."
Just as the group was chatting idly.
The number of creatures on the East China Sea is increasing.
A series of multicolored streaks of light pierced the sky from the horizon, falling like a meteor shower onto the sea surrounding the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.
There were great sages of the demon race with wings on their backs, giant sea beasts covered in scales, and some rogue cultivators who wore tattered Taoist robes but exuded a terrifying aura.
These important figures, rarely seen in ordinary times, have all flocked here like sharks smelling blood.
The entire East China Sea was as bustling as a vegetable market.
"Look over there! That's the Lion Camel King from Ten Thousand Demon Mountain! He's actually here too!"
"And that one in red, isn't he the legendary Crimson Flame Ancestor who's supposedly in seclusion on Blazing Fire Island?"
"My God, with so many powerful beings, we little shrimps won't even get a chance to drink the soup, will we?"
The independent cultivators below whispered amongst themselves, their voices filled with envy and jealousy.
They knew in their hearts that compared to these powerful forces and influential figures, they were just there to make up the numbers.
But who can predict when it will happen?
What if I get lucky and snag a bargain?
Clinging to this侥幸心理 (a sense of wishful thinking or a belief that one can get away with something), no one was willing to leave.
Sudden.
The once azure sky quickly darkened.
A strong, nauseating stench of blood swept in on the sea breeze.
The seawater on the surface turned a scarlet blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and began to violently churn and boil.
"What happened? Why has the seawater turned red?"
"Such heavy malevolent energy! I feel like my very soul is about to be frozen!"
The rogue cultivators screamed in terror, summoning their magical treasures to protect themselves and desperately retreating.
Just as everyone was in a panic.
In the boiling, blood-red sea, a huge lotus platform made of countless white bones slowly rose.
On the lotus platform stood hundreds of strangely shaped creatures.
The man was incredibly ugly, with a hideous face and covered in bone spurs; the woman, on the other hand, was alluring and charming, dressed provocatively, and every smile and frown exuded a captivating allure.
They all exuded a chilling aura of killing intent.
"They are the Asura clan from the Sea of Blood!"
Among the crowd, someone recognized the origin of these creatures and let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The Asura Clan!
This is the most notorious and bloodthirsty race in the primordial world!
They live year-round in the Netherworld Blood Sea, feeding on killing and blood, and they have no sense of reason whatsoever.
Anyone who crosses them will face a fight to the death.
Standing at the very front of the white bone lotus platform was a tall man with a cold face.
He held a blood-red longsword, and his body exuded a terrifying aura of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal.
It was none other than Brahma, one of the four great demon generals of the Asura clan!