Yang Jian is Dead!

Before long, a dignified daoist strode into the main hall alongside the guards.

He wore a cloud-fan crown and a simple, elegant water-blue daoist robe. Silk tassels hung from his waist, and the hemp shoes on his feet were untouched by dust.

Most striking of all was the vertical heavenly eye growing from his brow, faintly glowing with Spirit Light. His bearing was awe-inspiring; his presence alone cast the entire hall into solemn silence.

This man was Yang Jian.

His cultivation had long been stabilized at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, yet he had remained stuck at the bottleneck, unable to break through into the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

To that end, he had made a special trip back to Golden Mist Cave on Jade Spring Mountain to seek guidance from his Master, True Man Yu Ding. Only then had he learned that the shackles on his path of cultivation could only be broken by undergoing a Mortal Tribulation.

This descent from the mountain to aid Western Qi was his opportunity to enter the tribulation, prove his Dao, and break through his realm.

Taking in the newcomer's immortal poise and daoist bearing, Jiang Ziya was the first to ask, "May I ask which Immortal Venerable you study under, fellow cultivator?"

Yang Jian bowed respectfully, his tone steady and courteous. "This disciple is Yang Jian, of True Man Yu Ding's lineage at Golden Mist Cave on Jade Spring Mountain. By my Master's command, I have come down the mountain to deliver provisions to Western Qi and relieve the siege."

At those words, every civil and military official in the hall revealed delighted expressions, the stones hanging over their hearts finally settling somewhat.

But when they looked again, they saw Yang Jian standing alone, with neither grain carts