Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, and I, His Master, Can't Keep Lying Low — 41

One of them spoke after a moment of contemplation. This man was Daoist Zhunti, one of the two Saints of the Western Teachings.

Sitting opposite him was the other Saint of the Western Teachings, Daoist Jieyin.

"Not only that, but I can also sense that Di Xin's strength has actually reached the Golden Immortal realm. If this continues, I'm afraid our plans may undergo unforeseen changes!"

Hearing this, Daoist Jieyin immediately rose to his feet. "It is a rule that the king of the human race cannot become immortal. This Di Xin is so ignorant of his place—looks like we need to suppress him properly!"

Zhunti nodded. Di Xin's ascension to immortality was no trivial matter; he believed the others had calculated it as well.

But Di Xin was of extraordinary importance to the Western Teachings, so naturally they would make a move!

Meanwhile, within the Scripture Pavilion of Changsheng Palace, Ao Lie's cultivation had entered an extremely crucial stage.

At this moment, he was no longer in human form, but had transformed into his true body.

Strangely enough, his true body was enormous, yet the Scripture Pavilion did not seem crowded in the slightest.

Moreover, as his cultivation advanced, his body continued to grow larger.

Yet clumps of black matter kept appearing across his body, nearly dyeing him into a black dragon.

Hold on a little longer. Just a little longer. All things are difficult at the beginning; the Nine Transformations of the Dragon God begins with cleansing the meridians and reforging the marrow.

Though I was born with the body of the Dragon Clan, after so many years of bloodline inheritance, it has long since become impure. This first transformation is meant to cleanse my bloodline.

Ao Lie gritted his teeth and endured. Cleansing one's bloodline was scarcely less painful than shedding one's mortal frame and remaking one's bones.

But he knew that he had to persevere. Only then could he live up to his master's expectations and accomplish the great undertaking of the Dragon Clan.

Elsewhere, Yang Jian and Hou Yan had officially entered Mount Buzhou.

Mount Buzhou truly deserved its reputation as a place where Innate Spiritual Energy gathered. Combined with the pair's exceptional fortune, they encountered opportunity after opportunity.

Traveling together along the way, they had come to cherish one another as kindred spirits, and their friendship had grown all the stronger.

After entering Mount Buzhou, Yang Jian had also discovered quite a few spiritual herbs and exotic beasts.

After fighting his way through the journey, he felt that his strength had improved greatly.

At this moment, within a cave on Mount Buzhou, Yang Jian sat cross-legged, the aura around him steadily growing denser and more solid.

Boom!

An aura shot into the heavens. Yang Jian gave a great shout and rose to his feet.

Hou Yan stood beside Yang Jian. Watching his transformation, a trace of envy appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Yang, are you really human? Even I can only stare at your cultivation speed and sigh in defeat!"

Indeed, after so long spent gaining experience, Yang Jian had finally broken through the Golden Immortal realm and reached the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm.

Yet only Yang Jian knew how difficult that small step had been to cross.

Yang Jian chuckled. "It was merely good luck. Isn't Brother Yan about to break through as well?"

Hou Yan gave a soft laugh. "Our Witch Clan's cultivation methods differ somewhat from yours. For me to take this step, I will need an enormous breakthrough."

Hou Yan smiled bitterly. The Witch Clan was extraordinarily gifted, with scarcely any rivals among those of the same realm.

But this also made their cultivation exceptionally difficult. Still, Hou Yan knew that every step forward would be a qualitative leap for him.

Yang Jian smiled and said nothing more. Instead, he walked out of the cave and looked in one direction.

Master, you were right. Only by leaving Changsheng Palace could I improve.

I've already reached the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm. Can you see it?

Rest assured, Master. Your disciple will raise his strength as quickly as possible. Once everything is done, I will return to Changsheng Palace and serve you.

At the same time.

Just as Yang Jian broke through.

Ding!

"Congratulations, Host! Your eldest disciple, Yang Jian, has broken through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm!"

"Reward: Stabilize the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm; condense Twelve-petaled Human Flowers!"

Chen Changsheng, who had been meditating in seclusion, suddenly awoke. His Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm had finally stabilized, and he had even condensed Twelve-petaled Human Flowers!

Chen Changsheng's face was filled with delight. Last time, when Ao Lie obtained the Nine Transformations of the Dragon God, his cultivation had improved slightly.

He had originally thought that he had truly entered the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, but who would have thought that his realm was unstable and could never be solidified?

Nor had he been able to condense the Three Flowers belonging to a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. These past few days, he had constantly tried, only to find that it was all in vain.

Yet he had never expected that his eldest disciple would give him such an enormous surprise.

"Finally, have I reached the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm as well?!"

Chen Changsheng slowly rose, and an aura burst forth from his body.

Behind him, Human Flowers condensed one after another. When all twelve Human Flowers had formed, Chen Changsheng felt an unprecedented aura surge through him.

Ancestor Hou Yi's Sun-Shooting Divine Bow