Huge Appetite! Lining Up to Enter the Mountain? True Man Yu Ding?

As soon as East King Duke finished speaking, a faint, enigmatic smile tugged at the corner of Daoist Jieyin's lips.

The next moment, Jieyin swept his sleeve once more.

Then, a dazzling golden light burst forth from beneath his robe.

The golden ring he had wielded earlier.

Now rapidly expanded.

Within a few breaths, the original golden ring swelled high above Zifu Prefecture, transforming into a massive circle that blotted out the sky.

"Boom! Boom!"

After that, the colossal golden ring descended straight toward the Thirteen Prefectures of Zifu.

Such a tremendous commotion immediately drew the attention of all living beings across the Thirteen Prefectures of Zifu, who looked up toward the heavens.

Focusing their gazes, they saw the golden ring carrying supreme pressure slowly falling, as if the sky itself were collapsing.

In an instant, mountains trembled, rivers surged.

Countless creatures witnessing this were all thrown into panic and fear, murmurs rising on all sides:

"What is this?"

"What's happening?"

"Could it be divine punishment descending?"

"Such terrifying pressure!"

"What's going on?"

"..."

Many living beings were baffled, their expressions filled with alarm.

Meanwhile, at the Immortal Court.

"Hmph?"

East King Duke's eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible cold sharpness as he watched Jieyin's actions.

"This Jieyin's appetite is far from ordinary!"

Earlier, when Jieyin had exerted his power, the golden ring had only covered one or two prefectures.

But now, with his great power further reinforced, the ring's reach had expanded to encompass all Thirteen Prefectures of Zifu.

Though East King Duke desperately wanted Jieyin and Zhunti to join the Immortal Court.

And was willing to pay a heavy price for it.

But for Jieyin to want the entire Thirteen Prefectures of Zifu as a venue for spreading his teachings—that was going too far.

"This Emperor has managed Zifu Prefecture for so many years."

"If I yield all thirteen prefectures to these two Westerners, wouldn't everything I've built become a wedding garment for others?"

With this thought, East King Duke did not hesitate. He swept his wide sleeve, and a beam of cyan light shot up from within.

"Swish!"

In less than a moment, veiled by the cyan light, a Dragon Head Crutch revealed itself.

This treasure was granted to East King Duke by Dao Ancestor Hongjun after the second sermon, when he appointed the Head of Male Immortals in the Primordial Wilderness, as a token of that position.

Roar! Roar!

As the Dragon Head Crutch manifested, dragon cries resounded through heaven and earth. Auspicious energy dispersed, instantly covering the Thirteen Prefectures of Zifu, clashing and overlapping with Jieyin's golden ring.

"Boom..."

Two Quasi-Saint forces collided.

In an instant, space shattered inch by inch. Countless living beings caught within felt as if the end of days had come.

Some cultivators activated magic treasures to protect themselves, only to have them crushed to dust by the shockwaves.

Many cities crumbled under the pressure.

The Eastern Sea raised towering waves ten thousand feet high; the Western Mountains collapsed into abysses.

Fortunately, the violent tremors did not last long.

Finally, the two forces intertwined and merged. The massive ring that had covered the Thirteen Prefectures of Zifu rapidly shrank, finally settling over three prefectures.

Seeing this, Jieyin and Zhunti narrowed their eyes slightly.

Both understood in their hearts that yielding these three prefectures was the greatest sincerity East King Duke could offer.

After a brief silence, Daoist Jieyin pressed his palms together and said:

"Emperor, let these three prefectures henceforth fall under Western jurisdiction."

East King Duke nodded lightly. With a casual gesture, the Dragon Head Crutch suspended in the nine heavens transformed into a streak of cyan light and withdrew.

"Everything will be as Daoist Jieyin says."

Jieyin nodded and shot a glance at Zhunti.

Then, without further delay, the two descended on auspicious clouds toward the three prefectures.

In an instant, golden lotuses covered the ground, and Sanskrit chanting filled the sky.

At that moment, at Buzhou Mountain.

Two figures descended from the clouds.

They were Qin Mu and Duobao Daoist.

In truth, before this, the area where Qin Mu and Duobao had been searching for treasures also belonged to Buzhou Mountain, counting as its outer region.

But now, the place the two had arrived at was the core of Buzhou Mountain.

Looking up, they saw a divine mountain rising into the sky, piercing through the heavens, shrouded in precious light and primal chaos.

The entire mountain body was wreathed in chaotic energy.

Halfway up, clouds and mist coiled, while the peak plunged straight into the celestial gates, inspiring awe at a single glance.

"So this is Buzhou Mountain, formed from the spine of Great God Pangu?"

Qin Mu sighed inwardly, his eyes filled with shock.

Duobao stared fixedly at Buzhou Mountain, speaking with excitement:

"Daoist Qin Mu."

"Buzhou Mountain must be brimming with opportunities—there might even be great treasures hidden within."

"Rest assured, with me by your side, this trip will surely yield a bountiful harvest!"

As he said this, Duobao's face was full of determination.

Over the past thousand years, he had traveled alongside Qin Mu, and the two had found no small number of treasures together.

After previously swallowing and refining the Yellow Central Plum, Duobao's cultivation had directly risen from the Mystic Immortal realm to the Golden Immortal level.

Hearing Duobao's words, Qin Mu smiled faintly.

He had long witnessed Duobao's unique Treasure Hunting Talent.

"Let's go. Enter."

With that, Qin Mu and Duobao wasted no time and flew toward the entrance of Buzhou Mountain.

Before long, the two arrived at the foot of the mountain, at its entrance.

Looking around, they saw numerous figures at the base.

A long line of living beings stretched out, each one craning their necks in anticipation.

"What the hell?"

"What's going on here?"

"Since when do we have to line up?"

Qin Mu muttered to himself, caught off guard.

Duobao also looked bewildered, asking in confusion:

"Daoist Qin Mu, what's happening?"

"Do we need to queue to enter Buzhou Mountain?"

Just as the two hesitated in confusion, a figure walked toward them.

The newcomer wore a moon-white Daoist robe, with delicate features and a clear brow. An ancient sword case hung at his waist, and pure energy swirled around him, giving him an immortal, otherworldly air.

Drawing near, the Daoist bowed to Qin Mu and Duobao, greeting them:

"Greetings to you both, fellow Daoists."

"I am Yu Ding. I see you two look unfamiliar—this must be your first time at Buzhou Mountain, yes?"

Hearing the Daoist's words, Qin Mu's heart jolted.

"True Man Yu Ding?"

Others might not know, but he was all too aware.

True Man Yu Ding was a disciple of Yuanshi, one of the future Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Teachings, and the master of Yang Jian.

At this, Duobao returned the greeting to True Man Yu Ding:

"You have a keen eye, fellow Daoist."

"This is indeed our first time here."

"I am Duobao, and this is Daoist Qin Mu, a disciple of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun."

At Duobao's introduction, True Man Yu Ding's eyes lit up. He couldn't help but take a few more glances at Qin Mu, then smiled:

"So you're a disciple of the Three Pure Ones! No wonder you carry such an extraordinary bearing."

Having said this, Yu Ding paused briefly, then glanced at the many living beings queuing up and explained:

"Recently, the aura of a spiritual treasure has faintly appeared within Buzhou Mountain. These fellow cultivators have all come seeking their fortune."

Qin Mu and Duobao nodded lightly. The two of them had come here precisely to search for treasure as well.

They just hadn't expected that entering Buzhou Mountain would require waiting in line.