nagpurpolice Chapter 642 Could it be that Dao Ancestor Hongjun personally intervened?
Chapter 642 Could it be that Dao Ancestor Hongjun personally intervened?
"You are a member of my Niu clan, a direct disciple of Niu Ben!"
"Once we're out there, we won't cause trouble, but we're absolutely not afraid of trouble either!"
"Whoever dares to bully you, I don't care which sect they belong to, or what powerful backers they have, beat them to death!"
"If you can't beat them, come back to your advisor, and your advisor will demolish their dojo!"
Hearing these domineering words, Yang Jian felt his blood boil and his eyes welled up with tears.
He kowtowed heavily, his voice strong and clear.
"I will remember my master's teachings and never tarnish the reputation of the Ox Clan!"
Having said that, Yang Jian stood up, gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, turned around and strode away.
He transformed into a silver lightning bolt, breaking through the clouds and mist of the Ten Thousand Mountains, heading straight for the vast and boundless primordial land.
Niu Ba watched Yang Jian's departing figure, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.
"This muddy water in the primordial world is getting more and more interesting."
The centennial is approaching, and the grand drama is finally about to begin.
At the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains, clouds and mist swirl around.
This is the outer edge of the sacred land of the Bull Clan, and also the place where the primordial land meets this ancient wilderness.
Yang Jian, clad in silver armor and wielding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, stood silently atop a solitary peak.
The mountain wind howled, making his cloak flutter behind him, but his upright figure stood like a long spear, piercing the sky, unmoving.
He turned around and took a deep look into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
There, he had his mentor who guided him to success, his advisor who protected him, and a place he considered home.
"Master, Grandmaster, Yang Jian has come down the mountain."
He silently recited to himself, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even more determined light.
Flowers in a greenhouse can never withstand the baptism of storms.
Yang Jian was not born to live a life of hiding under someone else's wings.
Then, he slowly turned around, raised his head, and his gaze seemed to pierce through the nine layers of clouds, looking directly at the thirty-three heavens high above.
Heaven!
Those two words weighed heavily on his heart, carrying endless hatred and anger.
"Haotian..."
Yang Jian gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The vertical line between his brows was now throbbing faintly, as if a world-destroying power was about to be born from it.
His mother, Yao Ji, the eldest princess of the Heavenly Court, was ruthlessly suppressed under Peach Mountain for having fallen in love with mortals, enduring the torment of fierce winds and flames day and night.
His father and his elder brother both perished in that tragedy.
If it weren't for his master Niu Ben passing by and saving him, Yang Jian would have long since become a lonely soul in the world.
"Just you wait!"
"It won't be long before I personally split Mount Peach and rescue my mother!"
"I will collect every single blood debt you owed my Yang family back then!"
Yang Jian's voice was deep and hoarse, yet it conveyed a resolute determination.
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest.
He knew that although he had broken through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, he was still no match for the Heavenly Court, which had a profound foundation.
Impulsiveness is the devil; he must restrain himself and become stronger.
"Let's go check out Guanjiang Estuary first."
Yang Jian pondered for a moment and then made a decision.
That was his hometown, the only warm place in his childhood memories, and the starting point of everything.
He wanted to go back and see that land he once knew, to see if he could still find any trace of the past.
Swish!
Without lingering any longer, Yang Jian transformed into a dazzling silver streak of light, piercing the sky and speeding towards the direction of Dongsheng Divine Continent.
Shortly after Yang Jian left.
Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains lies the sacred land of the cattle tribe.
Niu Ba was lying on a grand chair carved from ten-thousand-year-old spiritual jade, holding a cup of top-grade spiritual tea in his hand, with his eyes closed, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.
As a sage, there is very little he can worry about in this primordial world.
Apart from that troublemaking son and that young apprentice who had just come down from the mountain.
"This kid's temper is quite to my liking."
Niu Ba smacked his lips, recalling Yang Jian's arrogance when he took his leave, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
People of the Bull Clan should be this arrogant!
However, just as he was about to take another sip of tea, his movements suddenly froze.
hum!
An extremely subtle yet terrifying aura appeared without warning above the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
This aura did not deliberately release its pressure, but even the slightest natural leakage of its fluctuations caused the surrounding laws of heaven and earth to groan in despair.
"What kind of power is this?!"
Niu Ba suddenly opened his eyes, a look of unprecedented horror flashing in them.
He's a saint!
The primordial spirit resides in the void, enduring countless eons without perishing—a Primordial Golden Immortal!
In this primordial world, besides the supreme Heavenly Dao, who else could make him feel such trepidation?
"Could it be an invasion by foreign enemies?!"
Niu Ba's heart pounded wildly, and the teacup in his hand instantly turned to dust.
He suddenly stood up, his holy might erupting without reservation, transforming into a thick pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.
"Who dares to trespass on the sacred land of my Bull Clan!"
Niu Ba roared, his voice like thunder from the heavens, shaking the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains violently.
A giant axe radiating terrifying malevolence had already appeared in his hand, and he was ready to fight to the death at any moment.
The aura that could instill fear even in a saint like him meant that the newcomer's strength was absolutely beyond imagination.
Could it be that Dao Ancestor Hongjun personally intervened?
But, the next moment.
The terrifying aura suddenly vanished, as if it had never existed.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar figure appeared silently beside Niu Ba.
There were no spatial fluctuations, no ripples of laws, as if he had always been standing there.
"Dad, why are you so agitated?"
A slightly teasing voice rang in Niu Ba's ears.
Niu Ba froze, then slowly turned his head.
When he saw the person's face clearly, he was completely stunned.
"Niu... Niu Run?!"
Niu Ba's eyes widened, and he didn't even notice the giant axe in his hand fall to the ground.
He stared intently at his son, as if he were looking at a monster.
At this moment, Niu Ben showed no signs of magical power and looked like an ordinary person with no cultivation.
But Niu Ba, being a sage, could clearly sense the earth-shattering power hidden beneath Niu Ben's seemingly ordinary body.
That is a supreme realm that transcends saints and the laws of the primordial world.
"You... that aura you exuded just now..."
Niu Ba swallowed hard, his voice stammering.
Niu Ben smiled slightly, reached out, and gently patted Niu Ba's shoulder.