mc-med Chapter 648 Niu Ben Takes Action to Protect His Own!
Chapter 648 Niu Ben Takes Action to Protect His Own!
Yang Jian stared at the three-pointed, double-edged sword floating before him, a hint of undisguised shock flashing in his eyes.
He could clearly sense that this divine weapon contained an extremely terrifying power, far surpassing the innate might of the weapons he had used before.
What surprised him even more was that the aura emanating from the knife resonated strongly with the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts within his body.
It was as if this weapon was tailor-made for him.
Yang Jian took a deep breath, slowly extended his right hand, and grasped the hilt of the knife.
"boom!"
The moment I gripped the hilt of the knife, a strange feeling of being connected by blood surged into my heart.
The three-pointed double-edged sword emitted a high-pitched dragon's roar, and lightning crackled across its blade, instantly enveloping Yang Jian in a dark silver light.
At that moment, he felt that the knife had become a part of his body, as natural as his own arm, something he was born with!
"A fine knife!"
Yang Jian couldn't help but let out a long, triumphant roar and casually swung his sword a few times.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
With just a casual wave of his hand, the sword energy easily tore through the void, leaving deep, bottomless ravines on the river surface.
With the help of this divine weapon, his combat power will definitely reach a new level!
Sheathing his three-pointed double-edged sword, Yang Jian turned around and transformed into a streak of light, landing on the shore.
Looking at the people still kneeling in the mud, their faces filled with awe and gratitude, Yang Jian's gaze softened.
"Fellow villagers, get up."
Yang Jian raised his hand and waved it, and a gentle magical power lifted everyone up.
"The dragon in this place has been eliminated by me."
"From now on, there will be no more floods at Guanjiang Estuary, and everyone can live in peace."
Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, the people were stunned for a moment, and then burst into thunderous cheers and cries.
For many years, they have lived in the shadow of the evil dragon, their lives hanging by a thread.
Now, this deity has not only saved their lives but also completely eliminated this scourge.
The white-haired old village chief walked shakily to Yang Jian and knelt down heavily once again.
"Many thanks to the immortal for saving our lives! May we ask your honorable name? We mortals will surely erect a longevity tablet for you and offer sacrifices day and night!"
Yang Jian quickly helped the old village chief up and said softly.
"Old man, you flatter me. My name is Yang Jian, and I am originally from Guanjiangkou."
"Protecting our hometown is our duty."
Having said that, Yang Jian, unwilling to linger any longer, transformed into a streak of silver light and soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.
He had something more important to do: he needed to become stronger, strong enough to split Mount Peach and rescue his mother.
The people lingered, reluctant to leave, watching the direction Yang Jian had gone.
"Yang Jian, the Immortal... he is the guardian deity of our Guanjiang Estuary!"
The old village chief wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around, and loudly announced to the crowd.
"Fellow villagers, although the immortals ask for nothing in return, we must not forget their kindness!"
"Let's build a temple for the immortal right here by the river, so he can enjoy the incense offerings that have been offered to him for generations at Guanjiang Estuary!"
"good!"
The people responded enthusiastically.
In just a few months, a magnificent temple rose from the ground at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.
In the center of the temple stands a majestic statue of Yang Jian, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword and with vertical eyebrows and eyes.
The temple's plaque bears three large characters written in a vigorous, flowing style: Erlang Temple.
The moment the Erlang Temple was completed and the first incense stick was lit.
On a solitary peak tens of thousands of miles away, Yang Jian, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
He felt a pure and immense willpower traverse endless space and directly merge into his primordial spirit.
This aspiration contains humanity's respect, gratitude, and faith in him.
"Is this... the blessing of incense offerings?"
Yang Jian was shocked. He discovered that with the influx of this fortune, his newly broken-through Taiyi Golden Immortal realm had become completely stable.
Moreover, his primordial spirit seemed to have established an even closer connection with this world.
He became the true master of Guanjiangkou.
Thirty-three heavens away, the Lingxiao Palace.
"Snapped!"
A crystal-clear glass cup was smashed hard onto the magnificent jade floor of the main hall, shattering instantly.
The Jade Emperor's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, and the rage in his eyes seemed to set the entire hall ablaze.
"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"
Haotian's roar echoed in the empty hall, making the immortals below tremble, and none dared to utter a sound and provoke him.
"And now they even dare to build temples in the lower realms and enjoy the offerings of human worshippers!"
"He is provoking the majesty of the Heavenly Court; he is slapping me in the face!"
Haotian pointed at the "Erlang Temple" in the Haotian Mirror, where incense was burning brightly, and trembled with anger.
The Queen Mother of the West sat on her phoenix throne, her brows slightly furrowed, and softly advised against it.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Yang Jian is merely a Taiyi Golden Immortal; he can't cause any real trouble."
"But we must be wary of the Bull Clan behind him, and that other being."
Mentioning Niu Ben made Haotian's face even uglier, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.
This being was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on his heart.
Even though he was personally appointed Heavenly Emperor by Hongjun Daozu, he could only choose to endure in the face of absolute power.
"Are we just going to let that bastard child roam freely in the mortal realm?"
Haotian gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.
Just then, a cold and domineering voice suddenly traversed the endless void and resounded directly within the Lingxiao Palace.
"Haotian, my disciple is slaying demons and protecting humanity in the mortal realm. What's wrong with building a temple for him?"
"If you're not satisfied, you're welcome to send troops to capture him. However, you'd better consider whether the Southern Gate of Heaven is strong enough for me to chop down with one axe!"
boom!
Along with this sound, a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the Haotian Mirror, which was suspended in the center of the hall.
The immortals inside the hall were so shaken by this terrifying pressure that they staggered and turned pale.
"Bull Bull!"
Haotian bit his lip so hard that he didn't even notice when blood seeped out.
He knew that Niu Ben was warning him not to act rashly.
"Your Majesty, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan."
Venus scrambled forward and whispered.
"The hundred-year period for humanity is approaching, and the Heavenly Emperor is about to establish the Way of Humanity. This is the truly momentous event in the primordial world."
"Why don't we be patient for now and wait for that storm to come? Perhaps we won't even need to lift a finger; the Bull Clan and the Human Clan will be wiped out by the backlash of Heaven's will."
Haotian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, and slowly sat back on the dragon throne.
"Very well, I'll tolerate him for another hundred years!"
"Pass down the order: all the gods of Heaven are to close their mountain gates tightly, and for the next hundred years, no one is permitted to descend to the mortal realm and cause trouble!"
With the Heavenly Court backing down, all the forces in the prehistoric world chose to lie low.
Everyone knows that it was no accident that Yang Jian built a temple at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.
This is the Bull Clan declaring to the primordial world that they are completely bound to the Human Clan.
The ancestral land of humanity, deep within the Hall of the Burning Flame.
Huang Tian, who was in seclusion refining the Primordial Purple Qi, slowly opened his eyes.
He sensed a wisp of human destiny, which traveled thousands of miles and converged in the direction of Guanjiang Estuary.
"Junior Brother Yang Jian, well done!"
Huang Tian smiled with satisfaction, then closed his eyes again.
The Primordial Purple Qi in his palm had completely merged with the human race's fortune, radiating a heart-palpitating Dao fluctuation.
The centennial is drawing ever closer.
The entire prehistoric world appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, turbulent undercurrents were surging.
Everyone was waiting for the earth-shattering storm that was about to erupt on the shores of the East China Sea, a storm powerful enough to change the very fabric of the primordial world!