Golden Immortals of the Chan Teachings All Emerged, Trying to Intimidate Him?

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

He headed alone toward Kunlun Mountain.

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

Xing Tian gripped his massive axe so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A low growl rumbled in his throat as battle intent and worry intertwined. This stifled frustration felt worse than facing any formidable enemy. No matter how hard his fists were, they could not strike at a Sage's schemes.

"Your Highness, are we really letting him go alone? That old bastard Primordial is the most hypocritical and protective of his own. Kunlun Mountain is a dragon's pool and tiger's den!"

Houtu did not answer.

Primal Celestial Venerable... among the Six Sages, he valued rules and face the most. Yang Chen had publicly humiliated him; how could he possibly let the matter rest? This journey was far more dangerous than clashing with our Witch Clan.

Her gaze was profound, piercing through endless space and time before settling upon the ancestor of all mountains standing in the east of the prehistoric world.

She knew that the Witch Clan could not help him on this trip.

Her brothers' brute force would only add fuel to the flames in such a situation.

This was not a contest of strength, but a collision of rules.

It was the first direct confrontation between an "variable" and a "fixed fate."

If the Witch Clan went, they would instead change from allies into a weakness that could be used to attack Yang Chen.

The only thing she could do was trust her own judgment.

Trust that the man who dared to use the Heavenly Dao as his backing, treat Sages as debtors, and even turn her future path of reincarnation into a business deal would not stumble so easily.

My Dao and my people have both been placed upon your shoulders. Yang Chen, do not disappoint me.

Kunlun Mountain.

The ancestor of all mountains, a sacred land of immortals.

The spiritual energy here was utterly different from that elsewhere in the prehistoric world.

It was neither wild nor free. It was a tamed spiritual energy, full of order and majesty.

Every wisp of wind among the mountains seemed to have been combed through by precise formations, its path carrying an inscrutable rhythm.

Every immortal crane's flight and every spirit deer's run was orderly, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

Truly... boring. Yang Chen inwardly remarked. Compared to the primal, savage vitality of the Witch Clan's lands, this place was like an overly perfect cage—exquisite, yet lifeless.

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

Following Heaven's will, wielding the Dao on Heaven's behalf.

Majestic and severe.

When Yang Chen appeared at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, a minuscule disturbance, invisible to the naked eye, emerged in the eternal order of this sacred land.

It was like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

With one step, he appeared before the towering mountain gate of the Jade Void Palace.

Oh? They've put on quite the display.

Then he stopped.

Beyond the mountain gate, the atmosphere was grim and murderous.

A great road paved with pure immortal jade stretched straight toward the Jade Void Palace hidden deep in the clouds.

Two rows of figures stood on either side of the road.

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 Fortunate Virtue Immortals of the Chan Teachings whose names were worth mentioning were present.

Hmph. For a mere anomaly burdened by karmic sin, the Golden Immortals of the Chan Teachings have actually come out in full force to welcome him. That is already his good fortune. Guang Chengzi's thoughts stirred, and a trace of disdain flashed through his eyes. Master's purpose is to let this arrogant fool who knows neither Heaven nor Earth witness what a Sage's lineage is, what the true orthodoxy of the Heavenly Dao is.

They wore identical apricot-yellow Daoist robes patterned with clouds, each holding an Innate Spiritual Treasure or acquired spiritual treasure. Their expressions were solemn and emotionless.

Every one of them possessed the cultivation of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

The mana fluctuations surrounding each of them were pure, vast, and aligned with the Heavenly Dao.

They did not deliberately release their pressure.

Yet when more than ten Grand Unity Golden Immortals stood together, and their mana auras, all originating from the same source, intertwined and resonated, they naturally formed an invisible absolute domain representing the "orthodoxy of the Heavenly Dao."

This domain was heavy and majestic, filled with judgment and rejection.

It rejected all "heretics."

Any living being below the Quasi-Saint realm who stepped into this domain would have their Dao Heart instantly crushed by the orderly force resembling vast Heavenly Might. Their Divine Soul would tremble, and they would involuntarily kneel, unable even to raise their heads.

This was Primal Celestial Venerable's show of force.

He could not even be bothered to act personally.

Simply having his disciples stand here was enough to represent a Sage's majesty, enough to crush any enemy who dared come before them.

As the Chan Teachings' eldest disciple, Guang Chengzi stepped out from the ranks.

So this was the one who forced Master and the other Sages to compromise before all beings of the prehistoric world? He looks utterly ordinary. But after today, he will understand that a Sage's might cannot be insulted.

Holding the Fan Tian Seal, he calmly fixed his gaze on Yang Chen.

That gaze did not regard him as a fellow Daoist of equal standing. It was the gaze of someone examining a barbarian in need of enlightenment, an error that needed correction.

"This humble Daoist is Guang Chengzi. By my master's command, I await Fellow Daoist Yang Chen here."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, devoid of any emotion. Every word echoed clearly before the mountain gate, blending into the order of Heaven and Earth.

"For Fellow Daoist to receive a personal summons from my master is truly the fortune of three lifetimes."

Kneel. Repent here for your arrogance and ignorance.

"Please."

The single word "please" carried the weight of a thousand mountains.

The invisible pressure gathered by the dozen or so Grand Unity Golden Immortals suddenly intensified, as though all of sacred Kunlun Mountain, together with the order of the Heavenly Dao, were crashing down upon Yang Chen's head!

Yes, just like that—crush him! Let him know how laughable those little tricks that made the Sages wary of acting against him are before the Jade Void Palace! Nearly identical thoughts arose in the hearts of Golden Immortals such as True Person Taiyi.

They wanted to see it.

They wanted to see how this young man, who had stirred the winds and clouds of the prehistoric world, forced the Six Sages to lower their heads, and was privately called a "madman" by countless beings, would kneel in disgrace and make a fool of himself before this display representing the majesty of the Heavenly Dao!

Yet.

Yang Chen merely stood there quietly.

That terrifying pressure, enough to make even Quasi-Saints unable to move a single step, fell upon him like a spring breeze brushing his face, failing to stir the slightest ripple.

That's it? I thought it would be some impressive technique. Compared to the resentful thoughts of the dead from the three races wailing in my ears every day, compared to the weight of Immeasurable Tribulation karma pressing upon my Divine Soul, this little pressure is practically a tickle.

Even the hem of his plain azure Daoist robe did not sway.

His breathing was steady and unhurried.

His gaze was calm and still.

No.

That was not calmness.

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

It was as though this grand display, enough to shake the prehistoric world, was nothing more than a ridiculous and clumsy play in his eyes.

Not even the faintest ripple had arisen in the depths of his Divine Soul.

A show of force?

Against me?

Yang Chen found it amusing.

A group of pitiful creatures shrouded in a Sage's halo, bound by the order of the Heavenly Dao, and incapable of even controlling their own fates—were they worthy of putting on airs before him, their creditor?

What he bore was Immeasurable Tribulation karma that could reduce a Sage to ashes in an instant.

What he fought against was the lofty Heavenly Dao itself.

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

What was that?

It was like a colossal beast accustomed to walking along the floor of a ten-thousand-meter-deep sea returning to the shallows and facing waves stirred up by a few little fish.

They were not even worthy of making him blink.

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

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

Hmm, famous names who will appear on the future Investiture of the Gods.

True Person Huang Long...

Oh, the Chan Teachings' famous man with three nothings: no spiritual treasures, no disciples, and no victories. This fellow Daoist's expression is certainly earnest, though. What a pity.

And Ju Liusun...

Tsk, a future traitor to the teachings. He is putting on such a convincing act now. I wonder what expression Primal Celestial Venerable would wear if he knew that his prized disciple would one day defect to the Western Teachings.

Each of these faces, destined to become renowned throughout the prehistoric world, was reflected clearly in his eyes at this moment.

They were not twelve imposing Grand Unity Golden Immortals.

They were simply twelve rather healthy-looking... cabbages.

That was all.