Tugging Each Other Back and Forth, Daoist Xiantian
In the eastern part of the Primordial World, on the land of Human Race, stars gathered, and powerful beings flew out from their tribes or secluded caves, heading straight for Mount Shouyang.
A powerful tribe gathers its members, beats drums, sounds gongs, and blows horns, and sets off in a grand procession under the leadership of its chief.
"A new Human Emperor will surely be born in this battle."
The sheer scale and grandeur were unprecedented, rivaling even the ancient Wu and Demon and demon races in their magnificence.
Duke of the East, along with Kongming and the others, approached Mount Shouyang immediately. Sensing the powerful auras coming from all directions, they did not act rashly.
"Heh... If I don't move, you all don't move, but now that I've arrived, you all take turns moving out, as if you're afraid I'll successfully reach the top?"
He gave a helpless sneer, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, before slowly putting his hands behind his back, awaiting their arrival.
At this point, attempting to storm the mountain would definitely make one a target of everyone's ire, a scapegoat everyone would protect. Duke of the East had already experienced this feeling firsthand and didn't want to go through it again.
"Hmph, a bunch of incompetent followers, are they really that afraid of the Immortal King's ascension ceremony?" Kongming said coldly, echoing Duke of the East's words.
"Immortal Master, there's no need to be angry. What's mine will always be mine, it won't escape me," the Duke of the East said soothingly, glancing at him.
The Jinshi and the Xuanshui remained silent.
The two of them were still the same as before, addressing each other with respectful titles, enjoying it immensely and acting all serious.
Their following the Duke of the East was a last resort. In the current situation, they had no chance of obtaining the opportunity to become the Human Emperor on their own. They could only follow someone who might Human Emperor and try to get some benefits and opportunities.
"Buzz..."
The Six-Winged Golden Cicada emitted a piercing buzzing sound. King Pan had arrived, his golden robe seemingly cast from celestial gold, full of texture, and exuding an unpleasant aura.
"Fellow Duke of the East, how have you been?"
King Pan glanced at him and greeted him casually. He was also in no hurry to climb the mountain, as if he had come to admire the scenery.
Duke of the East nodded slightly, a cold glint in his eyes. As the Head of Male Immortals, he had not received the respect he deserved; King Pan's reaction was too indifferent.
With a powerful dragon roar, Immortal Lord Mengzhang arrived in his Nine-Dragon Chariot, followed by a large group of tribesmen.
He is now the leader of a large tribe. He showed extraordinary talent from a young age and was chosen by the previous leader as his successor upon reaching adulthood.
Then, powerful figures such as True Man Due, Daoist Zhiming, and Daoist Xiantian descended one after another. As soon as they arrived, they concealed their auras and pretended to close their eyes and meditate.
If the fellow cultivators aren't in a hurry, then naturally they aren't either.
We've weathered so many years already, what's a little more time?
"Boom..."
Thunder roared and crashed between heaven and earth, sweeping in all directions like a boiling black ocean, engulfing the world and carving out wave after wave of lightning. The lightning was blinding and deafening, its power immense.
Qiangliang tore through the sea of lightning, took a step forward, and all the thunderbolts in the sky entered his body. This powerful appearance made all the powerful figures feel a chill.
Especially since this guy was holding a divine sword that gleamed with a blood-red light, constantly reminding them that he was a robber and they should be careful with their valuables.
King Pan even put away the Six-Winged Golden Cicada beneath his feet, fearing it might fall victim to his evil deeds.
"Fellow Daoists, what are you all standing there for? Let's get started!"
Qiangliang greeted them with an overly familiar air, gesturing for his brothers to be at ease and come on over.
"Hehe, fellow Daoist's magical power is profound, please go first." True Man Due said with a smile, displaying an air of otherworldly elegance and detachment from worldly affairs.
But anyone with eyes to see knows that this guy is very cunning and can take lives without making a sound.
They are definitely not as easy to get along with as they seem.
What normal fellow cultivator would practice such underhanded tricks?
As they were talking, Zhurong, Xingtian, Houyi, Fuxi, and the low-key Baize and Jimeng also arrived, but did not approach, instead observing from a distance.
"Heroes rise and fall with the times, and with so many masters present, is there not a single one who dares to venture into the mountain?"
A deafening Daoist voice resounded, and a surging river of blood, full of vitality, stretched across the horizon. The Minghe appeared and uttered a harsh threat.
As the only person to have conquered Mount Shouyang, he has the right to say such things.
"Minghe, are you itching for a beating again?"
Qiangliang pointed his sword and shouted loudly.
"Hmph, today we'll only discuss important matters. I have no intention of settling personal scores with you. If you're not satisfied, let's settle this with a life-or-death duel afterward!"
Above the rolling river of blood, the face of the Minghe emerged, looking down with a cold and merciless voice.
Qiangliang ignored the Yuantu Sword in his hand, preferring to ignore it rather than bother him.
"It's a deal, so don't run away when the time comes!" Qiangliang laughed loudly.
On Mount Shouyang, a Human Race looked at each other in disbelief. Suddenly, so many powerful beings had arrived, and every single one of them was a formidable character with strong cultivation.
"If only these were real people."
Manshan Clan sighed, his face full of regret. Although these powerful beings were in human form, they probably didn't consider themselves human at all.
"Ignore them. We only need to obey the Human Emperor's decree, complete our tasks, and do our utmost to stop anyone who wants to climb the mountain. Whoever wants the Kongtong Seal must get over us first."
Ligan said in a deep voice, his face full of fearlessness and his will unwavering.
"Since you fellow Daoists are unwilling to take action, then I, the humble Daoist, will be the first to do so!"
The Daoist Xiantian stepped forward and declared loudly that he was willing to be the first to venture into the mountain.
"Fellow Daoist, please! We'll cheer you on!"
"Heavenly Dao Xiantian, you possess great ambition! I wish you success!"
Immediately, a group of powerful figures spoke up, their faces full of kindness, seemingly sincere.
But the Daoist Xiantian knew in his heart that if he really had a chance of succeeding, these kind fellow Daoists would be the first to kill him.
The Daoist Xiantian's eyes flickered slightly, a strange light flashing within them. Then, he moved and rushed into Mount Shouyang, suddenly splitting off one Daoist body after another from his body.
They rushed towards the mountaintop at an unbelievable speed, aiming to bypass the powerful guardians and seize the opportunity presented by the Human Emperor.
"How dare you!"
"Hmph, this is utter nonsense!"
"Idiot!"
The powerful figures immediately shouted that the Daoist Xiantian's move was a trick, had no bottom line, and most importantly, it was not that simple.
Just then, Mount Shouyang trembled, and countless giant hands reached out, covering the sky and blocking the path to heaven. Then, they all attacked at once, dragging the Daoist Xiantian into the mountain.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" the Daoist Xiantian roared, his attempt to outmaneuver him failing, and he resorted to direct confrontation.
He was one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace, born innately, and known as the Daoist Xiantian.
"Boom..."
An earth-shattering aura permeated the air as the two sides clashed fiercely. Strange phenomena appeared and disappeared on Mount Shouyang, with surging magical power everywhere.
Finally, blood splattered the void, and the Daoist Xiantian's soul burst out of Mount Shouyang, fleeing for his life!