Yan Fusheng

"Sect Master Chen, this Fourth Grade Mountain Suppressing Stone is incomparably heavy. I cannot move it. You may need to go down personally."

In midair, Yu Changjian spoke to Chen Mobai with an apologetic look.

"Hmm?" After Chen Mobai heard this, a meaningful expression appeared on his face. "You want me to enter the great formation?"

"Please rest assured, Sect Master Chen. I can swear a Dao Heart Oath and guarantee that I will not activate the array formation."

Yu Changjian spoke with a face full of solemn conviction.

"You should know that even if all of Six Armor Mountain were added together, it still could not compare to this life of mine."

Chen Mobai, however, said something mocking. Yu Changjian's expression turned embarrassed when he heard it, and he raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Forget it. I'll go down once."

Just when Yu Changjian thought the ancestor's scheme had failed, Chen Mobai suddenly opened his mouth and agreed.

Yu Changjian's face immediately lit up with great joy. He was imagining the scene of the ancestor activating the great formation in a moment to suppress this mighty enemy, only to see Chen Mobai take a puppet out of his storage bag.

This puppet's entire body flickered with brilliant golden radiance. Fiery currents faintly flowed through its wooden grain, as if one powerful spell after another had been carved upon it. It held a Wooden Sword and wooden shield, and its aura was even above that of Yu Changjian, the sect master of Six Armor Mountain.

"Golden Sun Puppet!"

As a cultivator of the Eastern Wasteland's foremost great puppet sect, Yu Changjian naturally recognized this puppet at once.

This was also the only puppet art that could compare with Six Armor Mountain's inheritance.

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