Yang Jian Ascends to Daluo Golden Immortal

Within Wuzhuang Temple.

The spiritual radiance in the hall had already swelled to its peak.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged, the spiritual power of the Ginseng Fruit within him steadily sinking downward.

That life force was neither hurried nor rash, yet boundlessly profound.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Art devoured the spiritual power, and his flesh, blood, bones, and sinews trembled inch by inch.

The heavenly eye between Yang Jian's brows opened, its divine light illuminating his Primordial Spirit.

The Taiyi Dao Fruit hanging deep within his Primordial Spirit split open along a golden fissure.

Clear Wind watched with bated breath.

"Master, is Senior Brother Yang Jian about to break through?"

Ming Yue's eyes widened as well.

"He only entered Taiyi not long ago. Is he actually going to charge into Zenith Heaven?"

Zhenyuanzi's gaze remained steady.

"His foundation is far too deep."

"Zhao Gongming's golden core came first, and the Ginseng Fruit came after."

"Then Daoist Qin Mu personally imparted the method to him. If he did not break through, it would only mean he had suppressed himself for too long."

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit was beside itself with excitement within the blade.

"Master is about to become Zenith Heaven!"

The Howling Sky Hound lay prone on the other side, the phantom of a Heavenly Demon behind it growing increasingly solid.

Soft cracks sounded from its bones as blue-gold light coursed through its bloodline, washing over its entire body.

The black Heavenly Demon phantom opened its mouth in a long howl, but Wuzhuang Temple's earthly energy suppressed it within the hall, leaving the mountains beyond undisturbed.

Ming Yue looked toward the Howling Sky Hound.

"It's transforming too."

Clear Wind said, "Now that its Heavenly Demon bloodline has awakened, I'm afraid it will break through several realms in succession."

Zhenyuanzi said, "Its