Chương 194: Chaos in Penglai

Fang Yang's breakthrough continued, and a trace of transcendent aura flowed from the Great Dao River in the void. This trace of aura contained no aura of "heaven," but was full of the flavor of "humanity."

Almost all the powerful beings sensed this aura.

From the most powerful beings in the world, like Zhenyuan Daxian, to the younger immortals who had recently attained the Great Luo realm, everyone was astonished by this trace of transcendent aura. This trace of aura meant that the powerful being who had just broken through was not a Quasi-Saint, but a Primordial Golden Immortal!

After the sermon at Zixiao Palace, apart from the group of Hunyuan Golden Immortals from the Wu Clan (the Wu Clan did not create their own system, but they did not cultivate the Heavenly Dao, so they should also be considered Hunyuan Golden Immortals), no new Hunyuan Golden Immortals were born in the primordial world. Even the Three Pure Ones, who had the best chance of attaining Hunyuan, all followed the path of sages.

After all the innate deities embarked on the path to sainthood, the great powers of the heavens almost believed that the Primordial World would never again produce a Primordial Golden Immortal. Who would have thought that in an era when innate beings were becoming increasingly rare, someone would actually embark on the path to a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

The powerful beings' first reaction was that a guest from Zixiao Palace had secretly dispersed his cultivation and resumed his path to enlightenment with the cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. However, this thought was quickly extinguished by the powerful beings.

At the last Xuanmen Dao Conference, Ancestor Hongjun said that when the next great calamity arrives, the primordial world will face a catastrophe powerful enough to destroy it. If the great calamity breaks out and one's cultivation has not recovered, abandoning one's cultivation is tantamount to digging one's own grave.

As the powerful beings of the heavens speculated about the identity of this newly ascended Golden Immortal, the secrets of heaven revealed the answer.

Fang Yang, a disciple of the Jie Sect!

"Pfft! How could it be him?""

On the shore of West Lake, Zhao Gongming, who was enjoying wine and playing chess with the Water God of West Lake, suddenly spat out a mouthful of wine, which almost landed on the Water God of West Lake sitting opposite him.

The Water Goddess of West Lake is an extremely beautiful female fairy. She is dressed in green, with skin as smooth as jade, and her appearance is as delicate as West Lake. When she looks around, it is as if autumn water is flowing.

Zhao Gongming spat out a mouthful of wine, but the West Lake Water God's eyes flashed, and he blocked the wine in mid-air.

Almost getting sprayed in the face, the Water Goddess of West Lake was not angry. She smiled slightly and said, "Brother Gongming, why do you find it strange?"

"Throughout the Jie Sect, if anyone could cultivate to become a Primordial Golden Immortal, it would undoubtedly be Fangyang Tianzun."

Zhao Gongming shook his head and explained, "Fairy Yiguang, I did not mean to look down on Senior Brother Fangyang. Although Senior Brother Fangyang has extremely high talent, he has only been cultivating for a short time."

"The length of time spent in spiritual practice does not represent everything."

The West Lake Water Goddess remained calm, staring intently at Zhao Gongming.

"Sudden enlightenment and instant attainment of the Dao are common occurrences throughout the history of the prehistoric world. By now, Brother Dao should have a clear understanding of the situation within the Jie Sect. Duobao Tianzun is no match for Fangyang Tianzun. If Brother Dao remains obstinate, you will not only needlessly lose your own life but also implicate Yunxiao, Qiongxia, and..."

"My three fellow Daoists, Bixiao."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming's expression kept changing.

He has always been a man who prioritizes righteousness above all else; for the sake of righteousness, he would disregard everything and even sacrifice his own life. Fortunately, he is somewhat stronger than Liu Zhengfeng. He can only sacrifice his own life; he will not drag Yunxiao Fairy and the other two down with him for the sake of righteousness.

A fellow disciple can never compare to a biological sister.

"This humble Taoist understands what you mean, Fairy." After a long silence, Zhao Gongming finally spoke, his voice tinged with weariness, "My senior brother has treated me well—" The Water Lord of West Lake gently shook his head, lightly tapping the chessboard with his fingertip, placing a piece, and said calmly, "Brother Dao, let me ask you, did you receive your cultivation and magical power from the Venerable Duobao or the Sage Tongtian?

As a disciple of the Jie Sect, your most important duty is to respect your master and share his burdens. Brother Dao, the Venerable Fangyang has already shown enough respect to Fellow Daoist Yunxiao by not attacking you.

If you cannot pull back from the brink, then do not come to my West Lake again."

"Fairy..."'

Zhao Gongming's heart sank. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the Water God of West Lake looking at him with a serious expression, his eyes filled with determination. In that instant, Zhao Gongming's mental defenses crumbled.

"Rest assured, fairy, I know what to do."

After Zhao Gongming uttered these words, the Water Goddess of West Lake finally smiled. Her smile caused the surrounding flowers to wither and fall, seemingly ashamed of their own appearance.

Not only did Zhao Gongming make the "correct" choice, but the hearts of the disciples on Penglai Immortal Island had also fallen apart.

In the past, they could still deceive themselves, believing that Daoist Duobao had the ability to protect them. But now, with Fang Yang breaking through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, the Qingcheng Mountain lineage has become the largest force within the Jie Sect. The patron they relied on can no longer protect them.

Lingya Xian, Qiushou Xian, Pilu Xian, and Jingu Xian were originally the backbone of the disciples of Penglai Island, but they themselves were so frightened by the heavenly secrets that they turned pale, let alone step forward to reassure people.

On Penglai Island, countless Penglai demons and immortals flitted about like headless flies. They were so numerous and densely packed that they covered the entire island, their demonic aura so overwhelming that it obscured the sun in the sky.

There wouldn't be so many people if they were just disciples of Penglai. However, in order to demonstrate their status, the disciples of Penglai recruited many demons of the Drill Wind, Vanguard, and Runner levels.

Otherwise, the power of the Xuan Tian Bei Dou Grand Formation would not be so great that even a quasi-saint could not break through it.

In a cave dwelling, three disciples of Penglai Island gathered. The three were short in stature, like dwarfs, and were named Bamboo Dwarf Immortal, Pine Dwarf Immortal, and Cypress Dwarf Immortal. They were originally cultivators of tranquility, but because their performance was too outstanding, they attracted the attention of the disciples of Penglai Island and were forced to join the Penglai Island lineage.

Of course, the three of them had already integrated into the disciples of Penglai Island and become one of them.

"Junior brothers, now that Senior Brother Fang Yang has broken through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, and Senior Brother has lost power, Penglai Island is probably doomed."

Zhu Aixian sat on the stone bench, her brows furrowed, her voice full of anxiety.

Song Aixian, pale-faced, nodded repeatedly upon hearing this: "What Senior Brother says is absolutely right. I just heard outside the cave that many lesser demons have already packed their bags, preparing to flee Penglai Island and hide in the primordial wilderness, never to be born again. Senior Brother Fang Yang has already cultivated to the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, with invincible supernatural powers. Penglai Island will not escape its doom."

Bai Aixian was the calmest: "Escape? Where can we escape to? Senior Brother Fang Yang's magic power is so high, even if we escape to the ends of the earth, we can't escape his grasp. I heard that some of our fellow disciples have escaped into the Heavenly Court and voluntarily become subjects of the Heavenly Emperor. Why don't we also go and submit to the Heavenly Emperor?"

As soon as Bai Aixian finished speaking, Zhu Aixian and Song Aixian's eyes lit up. Bai Aixian's reminder made them understand the reasoning. If they resisted stubbornly, they would certainly suffer. By voluntarily entering the Emperor's Banner, Fang Yang would lose his opportunity to torment them!