All Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect Emerge—Trying to Intimidate?

Yang Chen accepted Primal Celestial Venerable's "invitation."

He went alone towards Kunlun Mountain.

Houtu and Xing Tian stood at the edge of the tribe, watching his solitary, thin figure disappear into the wild horizon.

Xing Tian gripped his great axe tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force. A low growl rumbled in his throat, a mixture of battle intent and worry. This stifling feeling was worse than facing any powerful enemy. No matter how hard his fists were, they couldn't break through a Saint's schemes.

"Niangniang, you're letting him go alone? That old man Primal Celestial Venerable is the most hypocritical and protective. Kunlun Mountain is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!"

Houtu did not reply.

Primal Celestial Venerable... Among the Six Sages, he valued rules and reputation the most. Yang Chen had publicly disgraced him, so how could he let it go? This journey was far more dangerous than any confrontation with our Witch Clan.

Her gaze was profound, piercing through endless time and space, falling upon the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains that stood in the east of the Primordial World.

She knew the Witch Clan couldn't help him this time.

Her brothers' brute force would only add fuel to the fire in this situation.

This wasn't a battle of strength, but a clash of rules.

It was the first head-on confrontation between "variables" and "constants."

If the Witch Clan were to go, they would become Yang Chen's vulnerability, a target for attack, instead of allies.

The only thing she could do was trust her judgment.

Trust the man who dared to treat the Heavenly Dao as his backer, the Saints as his creditors, and even her future path of Reincarnation as a business deal. She trusted he wouldn't fall so easily.

My Dao, my tribe, have all been placed on your shoulders. Yang Chen, you must not disappoint me.

Kunlun Mountain.

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains, a sacred land for immortals.

The spiritual energy here was entirely different from elsewhere in the Primordial World.

It wasn't wild or free, but a tamed spiritual energy filled with order and majesty.

Every wisp of wind in the mountains seemed to have been combed by intricate formations, its flow carrying a profound rhythm.

The flight of every immortal crane, the run of every spirit deer, was orderly, daring not to overstep in the slightest.

Truly... boring. Yang Chen thought to himself. Compared to the primal, wild life force of the Witch Clan's lands, this place was like a cage that was too perfectly crafted, exquisite but lifeless.

Everything here bore the imprint of its owner's will.

Acting in accordance with Heaven, carrying out Heaven's Dao.

Majestic, solemn.

When Yang Chen's figure appeared at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the eternal order of this sacred land experienced a subtle, invisible ripple of disturbance.

Like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

With a single step, his figure appeared before the towering mountain gate of the Jade Void Palace.

Oh? They've set up such a grand display.

He then stopped.

The atmosphere outside the mountain gate was solemn and murderous.

A great path paved with pure immortal jade led straight towards the Jade Void Palace, hidden deep within the clouds.

On either side of the path stood two rows of figures.

On the left, led by Guang Chengzi, were Chi Jingzi, True Person Huang Long, Ju Liusun, True Person Taiyi, Grand Master Lingbao...

On the right, led by Immortal Elder Nanji, were Yun Zhongzi, True Person Yu Ding, Celestial Venerable Daoxing, True Lord Qingxu Daode...

All the Golden Immortals and Virtuous Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect who had a name were present.

Hmph, for a mere anomaly entangled in Karmic Force, to require all my Heavenly Origin Sect's Golden Immortals to greet him is his fortune. Guang Chengzi thought, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. My Master's actions are meant to show this arrogant fool who knows no bounds what a Saint's lineage and the orthodox Heavenly Dao truly are.

They wore uniform apricot-yellow robes with cloud patterns, each holding their own Innate Spiritual Treasures or acquired spiritual treasures, their expressions solemn and devoid of emotion.

Each of them possessed the cultivation of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Each of them emanated pure, vast magical power fluctuations that conformed to the Heavenly Dao.

They did not deliberately release their pressure.

But when these dozen or so Grand Unity Golden Immortals stood together, their magical power auras of the same origin intertwining and resonating, they naturally formed an invisible, absolute domain representing the "orthodox Heavenly Dao."

This domain was heavy, majestic, filled with the meaning of judgment and exclusion.

It rejected all "heresies."

Any being below the Quasi-Saint level who stepped into this domain would have their Dao Heart instantly shattered by this orderly power, like Heavenly Might. Their Divine Souls would tremble, and they would involuntarily prostrate themselves on the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

This was Primal Celestial Venerable's show of force.

He didn't even deign to act personally.

Merely his disciples standing here was enough to represent a Saint's majesty and crush any enemy who dared to intrude.

Guang Chengzi, as the senior disciple of the Heavenly Origin Sect, stepped out from the ranks.

He's the one who forced the Master and the Saints to compromise in front of all beings in the Primordial World? He looks so ordinary. But, after today, he'll understand that the might of a Saint cannot be insulted.

He held the Fan Tian Seal, his gaze calmly falling upon Yang Chen.

That look wasn't that of someone appraising an equal, but rather scrutinizing a barbarian who needed to be educated, a mistake that needed to be corrected.

"This humble one is Guang Chengzi. By the command of my Master, I await fellow Daoist Yang Chen here."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, devoid of any emotion. Every word clearly echoed before the mountain gate, blending seamlessly with the order of this world.

"It is truly the fortune of three lifetimes for fellow Daoist to be personally summoned by Master."

Kneel down and repent for your arrogance and ignorance.

"Please."

The single word "please" carried immense weight.

The invisible pressure, formed by the convergence of over a dozen Grand Unity Golden Immortals, suddenly intensified, as if the entire Kunlun Divine Mountain, along with the order of the Heavenly Dao, was pressing down upon Yang Chen!

Yes, just like this, crush him! Let him know how laughable his little tricks, which made the Saints hesitate, are in front of the Jade Void Palace! True Person Taiyi and the other Golden Immortals thought almost simultaneously.

They just wanted to see.

To see how this young man, who stirred up winds and clouds in the Primordial World, forced the Six Sages to bow their heads, and was privately called a "madman" by countless beings, would desperately kneel and make a fool of himself before this formation representing the majesty of the Heavenly Dao!

However.

Yang Chen simply stood there quietly.

The terrifying pressure, enough to make a Quasi-Saint unable to move an inch, fell upon him as if a spring breeze, without stirring the slightest ripple.

Is that all? I thought it was some incredible technique. Compared to the wails of the vengeful souls of the Three Tribes that echo in my ears daily, compared to the weight of the Immeasurable Tribulation's karma pressing down on my Divine Soul, this pressure is like a mere tickle.

His simple green Daoist robe didn't even have a single corner fluttering.

His breathing was steady and long.

His eyes were calm and undisturbed.

No.

That wasn't calmness.

If Guang Chengzi and the others could see through his eyes, they would discover, deep within, an extreme amusement, an almost bored... laziness.

It was as if this grand procession, capable of shaking the Primordial World, was nothing more than a ridiculous and clumsy play in his eyes.

Deep within his Divine Soul, not even a ripple had appeared.

A show of force?

Against me?

Yang Chen found it laughable.

A bunch of pathetic worms, shrouded by the halo of Saints, bound by the order of the Heavenly Dao, unable to control even their own destinies, dare to put on airs in front of me, their creditor?

What he carries is the karma of the Immeasurable Tribulation, enough to turn a Saint to ash in an instant.

What he confronts is the Heavenly Dao itself, high above.

The mere oppressive aura of a dozen Grand Unity Golden Immortals?

What is this?

It's like a giant beast, accustomed to walking in the abyssal depths, returning to shallow waters and facing the small waves stirred up by a few minnows.

It doesn't even qualify to make him blink.

He even had the leisure to size up the "honor guard" before him.

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, True Person Taiyi...

Hmm, famous figures on the Investiture of the Gods in the future.

Huang Long Zhenren...

Oh, the famous "Three Nos" of the Heavenly Origin Sect: no magic treasures, no disciples, no victories. This fellow Daoist's expression is quite earnest, a pity.

And Ju Liusun...

Tsk, a future betrayer of the sect. Acting all high and mighty now. I wonder what expression Primal Celestial Venerable would have if he knew his future prized disciple would defect to the Western Teachings.

These faces, all famous in the future of the Primordial World, were clearly reflected in his eyes at this moment.

Not twelve majestic Grand Unity Golden Immortals.

Just twelve... cabbages, growing reasonably well.

That's all.