Empress Nuwa's eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed between his brows.
The prohibition issued by Dao Ancestor Hongjun is still circulating between heaven and earth. It stands to reason that Saint is not allowed to enter Primordial World without authorization.
Now Daoist Jieyin appears again as Earthly Immortal Realm. Could it be that we have glimpsed the changes in Tianji?
Previously, Hongjun came in person and gave her the power to monitor the Holy Throne. This matter was very secretive.
Now Jieyin suddenly appears as Qingshan City. Doesn't he have another agenda?
Western Teachings is in the midst of great prosperity, and his fortune is steaming. At this time, he is far away from the local area and comes here. What is his purpose?
Could it be that he also wanted to listen to those eloquent commentaries?
The audience around them raised their heads and cast their eyes towards the sky and clouds.
I saw a Twelve-grade Golden Lotus floating quietly, with a person sitting on it, breathing like an abyss and motionless as before.
All the immortals and gods recognized his identity Daoist Jieyin at a glance!
In an instant, the world was silent, and countless monks gasped.
The arrival of Saint, even if it only appears in the mortal world for a moment, is enough to make all living beings bow their heads.
No matter whether you agree with the meaning of Western Teachings in your heart or not, everyone stood up and saluted at this moment without daring to neglect.
Just because those two words "Saint" represent irreversible supreme authority.
"Dongsheng Shenzhou Human monk Cai Yang, see Saint Jieyin!"
"Western Ox Continent human monk Xumi, welcome Imperial Carriage!"
"Dongsheng Shenzhou human monk Kun Shuang, see Saint Jieyin!"
"Western Ox Continent Demon Clan Lesser Demon, meet Saint Jieyin!"
"North Continent of Julu is an ordinary person, welcome Saint Jieyin!"
Among the crowd, monks, demon spirits, immortals and the like bowed and saluted in unison. This formation fell into the eyes of the mortals who had never practiced in the inn, and immediately aroused a wave of excitement. They originally just came to listen to books to relieve their boredom, but they did not expect that what came before them was the legendary Supreme Being who lived in the land of Western Paradise.
That was one of the three thousand Daoists listed in the Zixiao Palace, a direct disciple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
Daoist Jieyin!
He came through the air, surrounded by Buddha Light, like a golden sun that never sets in the sky. Although the light is strong, it is not dazzling. Instead, it is as gentle as spring water on the face. The naked eye of mortals can clearly see his true appearance. His robes are plain, with a red lotus mark between his eyebrows, and his expression is indifferent, as if he has no sadness or joy.
"What a grand display."
Black Emperor held half a chicken drumstick in his mouth, with oil on the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head and looked at the sky and murmured, "Do all the Saints in this world like to dazzle others like this?"
Duan De finished chewing the chicken leg, threw it under the table, picked the tip of his nose, and squinted at it. "That's it? I didn't feel the scary smell."
In the corner, Footprint Emperor slowly raised his head and glanced across the two of them like a knife, "He has restrained his pressure. Just because you can't notice it doesn't mean he is weak."
Willow Deity stood by the window, his clothes were fluttering and his eyes were slightly focused; Xiao Jiu put away his playful expression and whispered in agreement, "That power... is as deep as bottomless Abyssal Sea."
Black Emperor is now only in the realm of Quasi-Emperor. Although Duan De has stepped into the threshold of Mortal World Immortal, it is still unfamiliar with the laws of this world, so it is naturally difficult to perceive the horror hidden behind Buddha Light.
"Is he here for Su Yang?" Duan De frowned and looked at Footprint Emperor beside him, "According to you, this is the pinnacle figure in this world, can we handle him?"
"Hard to say."
Footprint Emperor Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred in the sky.
Daoist Jieyin Without moving, a vast coercion erupted from the body, covering the eight wastelands in an instant. The world was silent, the wind and clouds were stagnant, and countless practitioners felt their hearts tense, as if there were mountains pressing down on them, and they almost knelt on the ground.
But this power is not directed at anyone, it is more like a declaration.
Saint Zun, without words, his mere existence is enough to make all souls bow their heads.
"Saint is here, but I didn't come far to greet you. Please forgive me."
Su Yang cupped his fists and saluted, his tone calm as usual.
Everyone held their breath, and their eyes wandered back and forth between Su Yang and the slowly approaching figure. Daoist Jieyin came through the air, the lotus platform was floating, golden light loomed, and every step fell, and there were echoes in the heaven and earth. His eyebrows were lowered, and he seemed to be smiling, but there was a pressure that could not be looked directly at.
"Immeasurable... Grandma Li, Heavenly Venerate!" Duan De muttered in a low voice, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "This aura can simply grind people into dust."
There was silence all around. The great sage of the demon clan clenched his weapon tightly, and the palms of the human monks felt cold. Even if they just looked at it from a distance, they felt chills running down their spines. The sense of condescending presence was like the sky pressing down on the top, and no one could be disobeyed.
Saint was supposed to be hidden in the sky, untainted by earthly causes and effects. But now, more than one person has appeared in the mortal world. First, Laozi manifested Purple Qi Comes from the East, then Primordial Lord of Heaven sent an order to Kunlun Ruins, and now Daoist Jieyin actually came to this remote inn.
Could it be that doom is about to begin?
The Investiture of Gods chaos decades ago is still before our eyes. The tragic scene of the collapse of the heavenly realm and the fall of thousands of immortals still makes people's hearts palpitate. Interception Sect overturned, and Sect Master Tongtian fought against all the saints alone. In that battle, many great powers were wiped out, leaving only Remnant Soul wandering in the netherworld.
Nowadays, the storm is surging, and Saint appears frequently. Is it possible that a new round of catastrophe is brewing?
Last time, someone blocked the blade for them. What about this time? Who can stand up and bear the monstrous cause and effect?
No one knows the answer.
All I know is that today's Primordial World is no longer what it used to be.
Daoist Jieyin finally walked to the door, gently flicking his sleeves, and his power suddenly subsided, like the ebbing sea, silently. He looked at Su Yang, with an elusive light in his eyes.
"I passed by this place by chance and saw spiritual energy gathering, so I came to take a look."
His voice was gentle, like the spring breeze blowing on his face, "I never thought that I would meet someone from my old place."
Su Yang did not move, his eyes flashed slightly.
He had no memory of ever having an encounter with this person.
But since the other party came in person with the dignity of Saint, what he wanted to do could not be easily explained by just saying "passing by".
Inside the inn, candlelight flickered.
Outside the door, the storm was surging.
When Su Yang faced Daoist Jieyin, he looked normal and showed no fear. Such an attitude made it hard to believe that he was facing Saint.
"Haha, Mister Su, I've heard about the name for a long time."
Daoist Jieyin is sitting on the lotus platform, his eyes are calm and his voice is slow. "Recently, no one in the three realms knows the name of Mister Su, and many great powers have heard about it."
"Saint I'm serious, I'm just a storyteller, how dare I compete with you."
Su Yang's tone was calm and his eyes did not waver at all. In his opinion, as long as he was in this inn, nothing could shake it. Even if Saint came in person, it would be nothing more than that.
Since entering the Quasi-Emperor realm, he has a deeper understanding of the inn's protective power. The power of Saint cannot penetrate the boundaries of this place.
Daoist Jieyin saw his indifference, frowned slightly, and doubts arose in his heart. What on earth did this person rely on to dare to be so indifferent to the saint?
After a while, his eyes slowly moved towards the depths of the inn, landing on the familiar figure Nuwa.
"Could it be that her existence is Su Yang's real support?"
Looking at the back of Nuwa, Daoist Jieyin thought in his heart, "A few days ago, Nuwa was ordered by Hongjun to monitor the saints. Maybe Su Yang knew about this and dared to be so calm?"
But even so, it did not waver in his intention to come. This visit was not for the purpose of fighting.
He withdrew his gaze and spoke again, "Mister Su, I came here today because I have an important matter in the West and I would like to discuss it with you."
"No need to say it."
Su Yang smiled softly and said in a gentle tone, "Things in the West have nothing to do with me. I just want to stay at Qingshan City, guard this inn, and tell my stories in peace."
Before he finished speaking, he already refused. Daoist Jieyin frowned and his face was slightly cold. As Saint, he was naturally unhappy to be treated so lightly.
A ray of Buddha Light quietly emerged and spread towards Su Yang, as if it wanted to penetrate his mind with Buddhist teachings. But before the light touched the threshold of the inn, it disappeared like mist meeting the scorching sun.
"Jieyin, have you really forgotten what the teacher said?"
Nuwa suddenly stood up, turned around and looked around. Her voice was not loud, but it made the world freeze. She stood in the inn, her eyes cold, looking directly at Daoist Jieyin on the lotus platform.