Return to Yang Pass, Divine Troops Descend from Heaven, the Great Sage's Might!

For ten years, this mark had shown no movement whatsoever.

And now, it lit up.

That meant the passage had been successfully opened and was operating continuously and stably.

Yang Jian's gaze darkened slightly. Then, using divine sense to transmit his voice, he addressed several top Quasi-Saints standing atop the pass with him.

"Ten years have passed. My disciple has returned... There are still two or three months until the ten-year deadline. For him to return early, the matter must have been accomplished."

He paused, his voice ringing like metal.

"If he had not found Sun Wukong, with his temperament, he would never have returned ahead of time at this juncture."

At those words, everyone atop Yang Pass brightened.

If Sun Wukong had truly returned, then the battle strength he had tempered through countless years of slaughter in the depths of the Sea of Yin Qi would be enough to offset the Nether World's advantage of several dozen newly added Quasi-Saints.

The crowd exchanged glances, their decision made. They would no longer remain behind the pass in stubborn defense. Instead, just as in the previous battle, they would take the initiative and charge forth, tying down these invading Nether World forces so they could not retreat easily.

The next moment, dozens of figures leapt down from Yang Pass and plunged straight into the front of the Nether World army.

Seeing this, Patriarch Kunpeng raised a brow slightly. Looking at the World of the Living Quasi-Saints actively pressing forward, his tone carried a trace of confusion.

"Yang Jian and Zhenyuanzi actually dare to leave the pass and face us head-on? The advantage lies with us now, yet they still dare to fight proactively?!"

He turned his head and glanced at Nether River Patriarch beside him. The latter likewise swept his divine