Gaining the Heavenly Eye, Di Xin Ascends the Throne

The Three-headed Flood Dragon saw Yang Jian's formidable strength and a retreating thought crept into its heart.

"Aren't all humans supposed to cultivate that famous True Martial Scripture created by Saintess Nuwa's senior disciple, Su Mu? But from what I've seen, even those who practice that technique aren't all that impressive!"

"Yet this brat before me is different—his power is terrifying beyond belief. With my abilities, I'm afraid I can't stand against him. A wise man knows when to cut his losses; better to take the thirty-six strategies and make retreat the best option. Withdrawing first is the smart move."

The Three-headed Flood Dragon brooded sullenly to itself, keeping a wary eye on its opponent, ready at any moment to turn tail and flee.

But Yang Jian, lacking combat experience, failed to pick up on the Flood Dragon's intentions and remained completely off guard.

Just then, the Three-headed Flood Dragon keenly spotted a flaw in Yang Jian's stance. In a flash, it turned into a streak of shadow and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian watched helplessly as the Three-headed Flood Dragon slipped away, bitter regret flooding his heart. He silently cursed his own carelessness for letting that vile fiend escape.

Just as he was fuming, he suddenly noticed the Three-headed Flood Dragon had somehow reappeared right before him!

Yang Jian stared at the Flood Dragon in utter bewilderment and couldn't help asking, "Why are you back?"

The Three-headed Flood Dragon looked equally lost, scratching its head as it replied, "No idea! What's going on? I was already far away!"

Its heart churned with confusion and doubt, unable to understand why it had inexplicably returned to this place. Could some mysterious force be at work?

Then Su Mu strolled over slowly, each step carrying an invisible pressure. Once he stopped, Yang Jian promptly clasped his fists in a respectful salute and declared loudly, "Greetings, Teacher!"

Hearing Yang Jian address Su Mu, the Three-headed Flood Dragon's heart jolted with alarm.

It thought to itself, "Teacher? This youth is already so powerful—his teacher must be even more terrifying!" At that thought, the fear in its heart multiplied, and any lingering shred of hope it had held vanished without a trace.

The Three-headed Flood Dragon could no longer care about pride. With a thud, it dropped to its knees, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy: "Great sir, this little dragon knows its wrongs! Please, raise your noble hand and spare this little dragon's life!"

Su Mu's face was as cold as stone. His gaze icy, he stared at the Flood Dragon and said without mercy, "Hand over your True Spirit Mark."

At these words, the Three-headed Flood Dragon's face twisted in distress. After hesitating, it stammered, "Ah... this..." Clearly, it was deeply resistant to surrendering its True Spirit Mark.

But Su Mu wasn't about to give the Flood Dragon time to think or stall.

With a cold snort, he flickered forward and closed in on the Flood Dragon. His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the Flood Dragon's crown. A surge of immense power flooded into it.

The Three-headed Flood Dragon felt a searing pain in its head, and then a faint light slowly rose from its forehead—its True Spirit Mark. Su Mu reached out and snatched it firmly in his grip.

Then Su Mu waved his arm. A strange light flashed, and the Flood Dragon's body rapidly transformed. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a long-handled weapon of bizarre design.

The blade's front end was shaped like a trident, both edges razor-sharp and gleaming coldly. The shaft's length was astonishing, reaching all the way to Yang Jian's chest, giving it a majestic presence.

"Yang Jian, from now on, this Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd is your personal divine weapon!" Su Mu said with a smile, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement for his disciple.

"Thank you, Teacher, for granting me this treasure!" Yang Jian replied joyfully, his face brimming with barely contained delight.

Su Mu led Yang Jian on the journey back, heading toward Guanjiang Pass. Yang Jian cut a heroic figure, the imposing Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd slung over his shoulder like a war god descending to the mortal world.

When they stepped into the courtyard, Yang Tianyou and the others heard the commotion and came out to greet them. Yang Jian strode in with his head high, the halberd gleaming brilliantly under the sunlight.

"Father, Mother, Elder Brother, Little Sister—take a look at my new weapon! What do you think? Isn't it awesome?" Yang Jian boasted to his family, his eyes brimming with pride.

Everyone froze, faces etched with surprise.

Yang Chan in particular hurried over to Yang Jian's side. She reached out curiously and gently touched the gleaming Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, exclaiming, "Second Brother, where did you get such a powerful weapon? It's so cool!"

Yang Jian smiled faintly but didn't answer his sister. Instead, he suddenly called out, "Three-headed Flood Dragon, show yourself!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a low roar rumbled, and a massive Three-headed Flood Dragon materialized before everyone's eyes.

The Flood Dragon's body was enormous, covered in hard scales. Its three heads were hideous and fierce, spewing blazing flames from their mouths.

Seeing the Three-headed Flood Dragon, Yao Ji's face drained of color in fright. She quickly spread her arms to shield Yang Jian and the other children behind her.

But Yang Jian showed no fear. He gently pushed Yao Ji aside and said with a reassuring smile, "Mother, don't be afraid. This is just the manifestation of your son's weapon. It has already acknowledged me as its master and won't harm any of us."

With that, he turned to look at the Flood Dragon. Their eyes met, carrying a silent understanding.

The massive Flood Dragon crashed down heavily, its bulk pressing flat against the ground. Its three ferocious heads drooped low, all pride and menace gone, as it obediently pressed its snouts to the cold earth—a gesture of utter submission.

Yao Ji watched, her beautiful eyes wide with shock. Her lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself, "This... the Three-headed Flood Dragon I've searched for so long... not only has Jian'er found it, but it's now become a divine weapon. Truly, fate is fickle and unpredictable!"

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Yang Jian beside her, her eyes filled with love and admiration.

She gently patted Yang Jian's shoulder and praised him softly, "Jian'er, you're truly remarkable."

But Yang Jian shook his head modestly and explained, "Mother, the Three-headed Flood Dragon wasn't subdued by me. My Teacher was the one who captured it."

Yao Ji's expression cleared, and she nodded with a smile, understanding the situation.

Then Yang Jian carefully took out a Dragon Pearl radiating a mysterious light from his bosom. He held it out with both hands and presented it to Yao Ji, saying, "Mother, look—this is the treasure we obtained from the Three-headed Flood Dragon."

Yao Ji accepted the Dragon Pearl with delight. After all, descending to the mortal world had been for this very Dragon Pearl.

After thinking it over for a long time, Yao Ji decided to give the precious Dragon Pearl to Su Mu instead. She turned to him with a smile and said, "Great Emperor Qinghua, since you personally subdued the Three-headed Flood Dragon, this Dragon Pearl rightfully belongs to you."

Su Mu didn't refuse. He took the Dragon Pearl generously.

Then, something unexpected happened—Su Mu unhesitatingly placed the Dragon Pearl gently against Yang Jian's forehead.

In an instant, the Dragon Pearl seemed drawn by some powerful force and rapidly merged with Yang Jian's brow.

At that moment, a searing pain surged through Yang Jian like a tidal wave, flooding his entire body. He clutched his head and let out a pained groan.

Except for Shaoyao, Yang Tianyou and the others were all horrified, turning their anxious gazes toward Su Mu.

Su Mu, however, remained calm and composed, waving a hand to reassure everyone. "Don't panic, it's nothing. Just wait a moment."

As everyone watched intently, a mysterious closed eye slowly emerged on Yang Jian's broad and resolute forehead.

At first, the eye was faint and flickering, emitting a weak, deep blue glow like a dying star in the night sky.

But as time passed, the light grew stronger and stronger, impossible to ignore.

Everyone present was captivated by this strange sight. They held their breath unconsciously, eyes wide, staring nervously at the eye on Yang Jian's forehead, afraid to miss even the slightest change.

The atmosphere grew heavy, as if the air itself had frozen.

Just then, the light suddenly flashed like lightning, illuminating everything around.

Then, Yang Jian slowly opened that closed eye. In an instant, a dazzling golden light shot forth, like a rising sun, brilliant and blinding.

At the same time, his gaze revealed an otherworldly, transcendent aura, as if he could see through the essence and laws of all things in the world.

"This... this is the Heavenly Eye!" Yao Ji, standing nearby, was the first to snap out of it. She shouted in surprise, her voice trembling with excitement.

The others, as if waking from a dream, showed looks of disbelief and rejoiced for him.

Yang Jian squinted slightly and began to test the divine power the Heavenly Eye had granted him.

He focused his mind and cast his gaze to the distant horizon. Moments later, a crystal-clear image appeared in his mind—a scene from thousands of miles away!

Mountains, rivers, lakes, forests, grasslands, and even the bustling figures of people—all laid out before him.

This unprecedented visual experience stirred an indescribable shock and excitement in Yang Jian's heart.

"Thank you, Teacher!" Yang Jian turned to Su Mu, his eyes moist with gratitude. Su Mu smiled and nodded, his gaze full of approval and expectation.

"Yang Jian, your Heavenly Eye's power far exceeds your imagination. Not only can it easily distinguish good from evil in all things, but even those demons hiding in the shadows, skilled in disguise, cannot escape its sight."

"More importantly, the Heavenly Eye possesses immense offensive power. When you focus your energy to activate it, the energy it releases can strike fear into any enemy."

Hearing Su Mu's words, Yang Jian's eyes grew brighter. In an instant, a dazzling light burst from the Heavenly Eye on his forehead, as if the entire world trembled in awe.

From that moment on, Yang Jian truly mastered this unparalleled Heavenly Eye, becoming its sole and unique owner.

As his control over the Heavenly Eye grew more refined, Yang Jian's strength skyrocketed like a rocket.

Soon, he broke through his bottleneck, his cultivation leaping to the early stage of Martial Venerable (Primordial Unity Golden Immortal). This qualitative change transformed every aspect of his being—his physical strength, Magic Power reserves, and combat skills.

Now, Yang Jian was reborn. No matter how powerful the enemy or how perilous the situation, he could face it calmly and fight with composure.

But for Yang Jian, this was only the beginning. In the long, uncertain years ahead, he would rely on this unique advantage to carve his own brilliant chapter in the dangerous, thorn-filled Primordial World.

Countless jaw-dropping legends would unfold with him as the protagonist, and his name would forever shine in the river of history.

On the vast Nine Provinces continent, a earth-shattering power shift occurred in Chaoge City, the human stronghold.

Emperor Yi, the ruler who once governed this land, died of a severe illness. His departure plunged the entire nation into chaos and unrest.

Then, young Di Xin ascended the throne. Though he had earned great military achievements, he was still young, lacking sufficient political experience and prestige.

Thus, many powerful ministers in the court strongly questioned Di Xin's succession, favoring the older, more stable eldest son, Wei Zi Qi, to inherit the throne.

However, this matter reached the ears of Great Immortal Zhenyuan at the Wuzhuang Temple of Longevity Mountain.

Upon learning the news, Zhenyuan was greatly alarmed. "How can this be! If Di Xin doesn't take the throne, how can my friend Hong Yun successfully attain the Dao?" Thinking this, he stood up without hesitation, ready to intervene personally.

"Hong Yun Junior Brother, fear not! This Elder Brother will go and lend you a hand." With that, Zhenyuan strode toward the door.

Just then, Qing Feng and Ming Yue, the two disciples busy in the temple, saw their Great Master suddenly rushing out in such a hurry. Puzzled, they hurried forward to ask, "Great Master, where are you going?"

Zhenyuan paused briefly, turned to look at the two disciples, and instructed earnestly, "I need to go out and handle some important matters. You two must guard the Ginseng Fruit tree well and not slack off in the slightest." With that, he vanished in a flash.

Soon, Zhenyuan arrived at Chaoge City. With his profound Magic Power and exceptional wisdom, he quickly made a name for himself in the court and gained Di Xin's trust and reliance.

In the end, with Zhenyuan's full support, Di Xin gradually secured his throne, and the court slowly returned to order.