boyutpedia Chapter 445 Tongtian Sect Leader: Did Yang Jiao Betray the Sect?
Chapter 445 Tongtian Sect Leader: Did Yang Jiao Betray the Sect?
Chapter 445 Tongtian Sect Leader: Did Yang Jiao Betray the Sect?
The earth's veins, imbued with the aura of the golden crow, felt warm and inviting.
Kong Xuan was treated kindly and felt grateful.
Although Lu Ya's taste is a bit lacking, his personality is excellent.
Once the earth vein touched his body, Kong Xuan's fortune was suppressed, and the effect was remarkable. He thanked it with joy:
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu Ya."
"Oh, it's no big deal."
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gripped the door tightly, glaring at Lu Ya Daoist's back: "He used my Western things to give away!"
Even now, the black aura emanating from Lu Ya's body was still rising, and Kong Xuan said worriedly:
"The black mist is billowing out so fiercely, are you alright?"
As he spoke, he tried to pull the earth's veins off: "My luck has just begun to leak, and there's still a lot left."
Lu Ya Daoist stopped him from moving. The two of them, being both innate divine birds, were naturally able to become close.
They went back and forth, declining each other's offers.
In the end, Kong Xuan insisted and took half of the earth vein fragment and attached it to Lu Ya's shoulder.
The area emitting black smoke was covered, with only a faint black mist, resembling incense sticks, escaping from the edges; there was no sound of leaking air.
Lu Ya Daoist casually hooked his arm around Kong Xuan's neck.
"It's alright. There are plenty of ley lines in the West. You're just too ignorant, aren't you? I'll take you to find one yourself another day."
The entire Three Realms are filled with earth veins beneath the surface, but the intact parts are governed by laws, so they cannot dig them out.
Kong Xuan shook his head regretfully:
"I won't go. I promised Yang Jiao I wouldn't dig."
"Is that so?" Daoist Lu Ya waved his hand. "It's alright, it's alright."
Then he lowered his eyes, his smile enigmatic.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Yang Jiao turned and left, but did not go to Chuanyun Pass.
After the Immortal Slaughtering Formation was broken, she still had to discuss the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation with the Tongtian Sect Leader.
Jin'ao Island.
A myriad of rays of light shone, a thousand strands of auspicious air appeared, and celestial palaces and pavilions were faintly visible amidst the swirling mist.
Everything was the same as any of Yang Jiao's previous visits.
The only difference is that now there is no longer that Daoist Duobao who used to laugh and say, "My master has ordered me to wait here for a long time."
Ultimately, things have changed.
Yang Jiao went inside by herself, while Mosquito Taoist wandered around Biyou Palace, waiting for Yang Jiao to come out.
We passed through numerous palaces and halls.
Yang Jiaocai entered the meditation place of the Tongtian Sect Master.
Along the way, she didn't see a single person, nor did anyone stop her; a faint wisp of celestial energy led her into it.
The preaching hall was not as grand as it used to be; it was much quieter here.
The Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged on a futon, surrounded by a mysterious aura, so thick it was almost tangible, deepening his handsome features. His lips were clearly defined, and the slight upturn of his mouth as he spoke added a touch of approachability to his supreme authority.
"Are you satisfied with the message I sent you during the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation?"
At this point, Yang Jiao almost ground her teeth to powder.
Three old foxes.
"Extremely satisfied." They'd been playing them for fools for over a decade; hadn't they been plotting this since birth? But Yang Jiao was puzzled: "If the Heavenly Dao is damaged, will my possession of the Primordial Purple Qi pose a threat?"
Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader's faint smile widened. He opened his eyes, looked at her, and chuckled, "Even sages don't care about the Primordial Purple Qi, let alone the Heavenly Dao."
Things are valued for their rarity. They are rare now, but they weren't so scarce before the world was created.
"Then why have you been paying attention to me since I was born?"
At that time, Yang Jiao herself did not yet possess the Primordial Purple Qi.
"I heard it."
"what?"
The Tongtian Sect Leader repeated, "I heard it, your first cry after you were born."
Even Yang Jiao was puzzled and asked, "Can the other sages hear it too?"
If that's the case, Yang Jiao thought, could it be that I am the destined one to become a saint, which is why they can sense me?
"No." The Tongtian Sect Leader shook his head, a hint of doubt in his voice: "Only the three of us heard it."
Only the Three Pure Ones heard of their own birth!
Her thoughts began to wander.
Logically, sages should know everything in the Three Realms, but the Three Realms are so vast that even if they didn't intentionally try to calculate, they couldn't possibly know everything clearly.
If that's the case, even if they had ten thousand heads, they would be overwhelmed by the affairs of the world.
But why is it that their birth alone resonates with my own?
Sanqing, Sanqing, Sanqing...
Yang Jiao's mind was racing, trying to figure out where the connection was.
According to legend in the primordial world, these three saints were brothers!
A terrifying thought flashed through Yang Jiao's mind: The Three Pure Ones were actually the transformation of Pangu's primordial spirit!
Is it because I am related to the Great God Pangu that the Three Pure Ones heard me at the time of my birth?
If this is the case, then we're back to square one, and we still need to see the Great God Pangu again to understand the reasons behind this.
Yang Jiao hurriedly asked:
"What does the Tongtian Sect Leader plan to do next?"
"If you were the Jade Emperor, how many people would be behind you capable of pulling you down from that chair? But now your reliance on ruling the Three Realms has been destroyed. What would you do?" Tongtian Jiaozhu asked rhetorically.
Yang Jiao knew who he was describing, so she whispered:
“I’m afraid they might join forces and threaten my position. No matter which one of them dies, the others will band together to fight against me. But I don’t have the ability to kill them all at once.”
"So... I want them to never get along?"
"Yang Jiao, would you like to come and play in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation?" The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at her invitingly.
Although the Tongtian Sect Leader was warned by his senior brother to stop taking his disciple into dangerous situations during the Zhuxian Sword Formation, he didn't listen.
"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Yang Jiao nodded.
If one does not enter the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, one will not be able to borrow magic power to meet the Great God Pangu.
Yang Jiao even tugged at the two scrolls of the Investiture of the Gods hidden in her sleeve; she had a grand plan in mind.
He then narrowed his eyes at the Tongtian Sect Leader and said, "The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, how about we go a little bigger?"
Her bright eyes sparkled as she said this.
The Tongtian Sect Leader was taken aback for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter, his cross-legged body trembling slightly before quickly regaining his composure.
"You do resemble me quite a bit when I was young."
pity.
I've been tricked by that old fox.
The Master of Heaven waved his sleeve, took out a triangular banner with six tails, and said:
"This is the Six Souls Banner. Whoever writes its name on it and bows to it can have their life taken away, and even a saint can fall from grace."
"But it's just too insidious. I can't bear to hurt my senior brother. Yang Jiao, tell me, after this banner is written with his name, who should we give it to?"
Yang Jiao's lips curled into the same smile as the Tongtian Sect Leader's, and she clicked her tongue, spreading her hands helplessly:
"Daoist Duobao is your chief disciple. He has been abducted to the Western Sect, which is very pitiful. To show the sect leader's concern, why not give this banner to someone close to him?"
As the Tongtian Sect Leader stared at Yang Jiao's scheming manner, his gaze softened without him realizing it. This little fox truly understood his thoughts.
How could he be that old fox's apprentice?!
Mingming, having heard the crying together, couldn't help but say the same thing as Yuanshi Tianzun:
"Yang Jiao, has he betrayed his faith?"