The battle at Guanjiang Mouth ended with Grand Supreme Elder descending to the lower realm.
Heavenly Court originally wanted to use Yang Jian to establish their might, but in the end, they failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss.
In this battle, Yang Jian had challenged tens of thousands of celestial soldiers and generals of the Heavenly Court by himself. He had also defeated Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Emperor Gouchen Lei Zhenzi in a snap of his fingers. Thus, he had completely established his position as the strongest among the younger generation.
Even if the Heavenly Court was unwilling, they would not find trouble with Yang Jian for the time being.
As the saying went, one should look for a soft persimmon to pinch. Obviously, Yang Jian was not a soft persimmon but a thick iron plate.
Unless the Heavenly Court sent out late-stage Perfected Golden Immortal cultivators, it was impossible for a mid-stage Perfected Golden Immortal body cultivator to gain any advantage from Yang Jian.
In the entire Heavenly Court, how many late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals were there?
The Gold Spirit Holy Mother was one, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother was another, and Cloudsky was another. Other than that, there was no fourth Late Stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
However, even if Haotian forced the three of them to descend to the lower realm, they would probably go easy on them. There was no need to think too much.
Heavenly Court's defeated soldiers left Guanjiang Mouth dejectedly and returned to Heavenly Court.
Yang Jian stood in the sky and looked at the tens of thousands of celestial soldiers and generals with an indifferent expression.
Before he left, Nezha looked at him deeply. His eyes were filled with too many complicated expressions.
As for Perfected Lord Dao De, he left in an even more miserable state.
Presumably, after this incident, this Golden Immortal of Chan School would not walk in the Primordial World for a long time.
It was not just embarrassing to kill his martial nephew behind his back and not be able to hurt him.
After a moment of observation, Yang Jian descended from the sky.
"Greetings, Exalted Goddess." The Six Friends of Meishan were excited. They knelt on one knee and bowed to Yang Jian.
Behind him, the 1,200 grass-headed gods also knelt on one knee.
Seeing the army of the Heavenly Court pressing down on them, they were ready to fight to the death with their Exalted Goddess. However, they didn't expect that their Exalted Goddess would defeat the army of the Heavenly Court and the Immortal Emperors and Immortal Venerables of the Heavenly Court in a snap of her fingers. In the end, the clone of the Sage Shouyang Mountain came to protect their Exalted Goddess.
Thinking back, when they found out that their Exalted Goddess had refused to become a god, they were filled with confusion.
However, in just a few hundred years, his Highgod had broken through his cultivation repeatedly. In a short period of time, he had already become a middle-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
Mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!
Even the first-generation disciples of Chan School in the Jade Mirage Palace were probably only at this cultivation level.
In an era where Saints did not appear, a mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was already a powerful combat strength that stood above the clouds.
"Yang Jian, come to the netherworld ten years later.”At this moment, a pleasant voice sounded in his mind.
Upon hearing this voice, the alluring face and figure involuntarily surfaced in Yang Jian's mind.
In his body, he couldn't help but feel an evil fire.
Your sister, when your cultivation level rises, sooner or later, you will go to the netherworld and push down that soul-seducing woman.
He forcefully suppressed the evil fire in his body and cupped his hands toward the west.
He returned to his cave abode.
Although he would be going to the netherworld in ten years and the time was short, Yang Jian would not let go of any time to improve his cultivation.
As the scholarly faction's influence in the human world continued to grow, the incense he received every day also increased at an objective rate.
The current scholarly faction had already become the orthodox faction in the human world, and no one could compare to it.
Scholars worshipped Confucius and Mencius, and even the kings of various countries respected Confucius as their teacher. Every year, they would hold a grand worship ceremony in the Confucian Temple and the Academy.
In an era where the Sages retreated and the Haotian Taoism showed weakness, such influence was probably not even comparable to the Holy Mother Nuwa and the Sect Master of the Sect of Humanity, Supreme Laozi.
The most direct benefit of this was that Yang Jian no longer needed to worry about merit.
Just the incense he received every day was enough for him to cultivate after it was converted into system merit.
In the cave abode, Yang Jian sat cross-legged and began to mobilize his merit to crazily increase his Primordial Soul cultivation.
Compared to the cultivation of the physical body, it was much easier to increase the cultivation of the Essence Soul.
However, as one's cultivation reached the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, the merit required to advance by a small realm was already very objective.
Based on this momentum, when he reached the Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm and charged into the Quasi-Sage Realm, the merit required would probably be an astronomical figure.
Of course, the Quasi-Saint Realm was still a long way away for him.
In the next few hundred years, what he needed to do was to raise the cultivation of his physical body and Essence Soul to the late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm or even the perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.
His Essence Soul and physical body were at the Great Zenith Heaven Perfection. Even if he had not broken through to the Quasi-Saint Realm, he would still be able to fight against those who had just broken through to the Quasi-Saint Realm.
Great Zenith Heaven was almost at the critical point of the Mortal Realm. It was called Half-Step Quasi-Sage.
Although he was still a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he had the strength of a Quasi-Sage when he unleashed his full strength. Moreover, he had a chance to escape when facing an early-stage Quasi-Sage.
There was no hurry. Take it slow.
If there wasn't enough time, then he would use merit points to make up for it.
As long as he was willing to spend merit points, his cultivation could always increase.
In the sealed cave abode, Yang Jian's Primordial Soul cultivation base was rising crazily with the help of merit, rushing toward the mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
On this day, Yang Jian quietly left the Guanjiang River and flew away. By the time he appeared, he had already arrived in the netherworld.
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