The Heaven-Flipping Seal's Phantom Descended to Suppress Him-A God-Demon Acupoint Clashed Head-On with Great Luo!

The moment Yang Jian reached the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the entire Saint Daoist Grounds awakened.

Ten thousand layers of Jade Purity Immortal Light descended from deep within the sea of clouds, pressing down on his flesh and on the Strength God-Demon Acupoint within him.

The Mountain Gate had yet to open.

Killing intent arrived first.

Yao Ji felt her chest tighten, and her face immediately paled.

She had only just escaped Peach Mountain, and the scars left by the sealing on her shoulder blades had yet to heal. Under the pressure of this Yuqing order, her immortal body could barely remain standing.

Yang Chan clutched the hem of Yang Jian's clothes, her little face pale.

"Brother..."

Yang Jian raised his hand and rested it on her head.

The next instant, the Strength God-Demon Acupoint inside him trembled gently.

Hum!

A wisp of primordial violet qi spread from his body, forming a Three-Foot Barrier that sheltered Yao Ji and Yang Chan within.

Outside the barrier, layers of Jade Purity Immortal Light washed over them.

Inside, all was warm and steady, without the slightest pressure.

Yao Ji caught her breath, but she still looked at Yang Jian with worry.

"Jian'er, this is Kunlun. These are the Saint Daoist Grounds."

"Don't worry, Mother."

Yang Jian steadied her, his voice calm.

"I haven't come here today to beg for shelter."

"I've come to reclaim the karma that rightfully belongs to the Yang Family."

Yao Ji's heart trembled.

Looking at the youth before her, she suddenly realized that the child who could only flee for his life with his sister on his back had truly grown up.

Yang Jian raised his head.

Ahead, the White Jade Stairway rose straight into the sea of clouds.

On either side, immortal cranes circled the clouds, and spirit deer darted through the woods.

Amid auspicious clouds and blessed mists, faint strains of Yuqing Daoist Music echoed.

This was Kunlun.

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains in the Primordial World.

The home of the Jade Void Palace.

The Daoist grounds of Yuanshi, the Heavenly Venerable and Saint of the Chan Sect.

Yet there was no fear in Yang Jian's eyes.

He revered the Great Dao.

But he would never bow to rules that bore down on his family.

He stepped onto the stairs.

As his first step landed, Dao patterns lit up across the White Jade Steps.

Yuqing Dao Principles surged through the soles of his feet, scrutinizing his body, suppressing his cultivation, and seeking to strip bare the karma behind him.

The Strength God-Demon Acupoint within Yang Jian slowly turned.

An ancient, heavy, domineering force rose from deep within his flesh, forcibly pushing back the Yuqing pressure.

A second step.

A third.

With every step, the Jade Purity Immortal Light within Kunlun Mountain grew heavier.

Even a Golden Immortal of an outside path without a Jade Void Dharma Seal would likely have suffered a shaken Dao heart here, unable to advance an inch.

Yet Yang Jian continued upward.

His steps were unhurried, but terrifyingly steady.

Primordial violet qi and Jade Purity Immortal Light collided soundlessly upon the White Jade Steps, tiny patterns of light bursting apart without cease.

The disciples patrolling the mountain along the way all changed expression.

"Who dares trespass on Kunlun?"

"His aura is so domineering! He can actually withstand the pressure of the Daoist grounds!"

"It's Yang Jian!"

"Yang Jian from Peach Mountain is here!"

"Ring the bell! Hurry, ring the bell!"

Clang-

Clang-

Clang-

The urgent tolling tore through the sea of clouds and spread across Kunlun.

Chan Sect disciples hurried over from every direction, immortal swords in hand, blocking both sides of the mountain path.

None dared strike first.

They had all seen it.

With every stair Yang Jian climbed, the Yuqing Dao Patterns beneath his feet flickered under the pressure.

How was this merely climbing a mountain?

He was clearly using his own Dao to clash head-on with the Saint Daoist Grounds!

When Yang Jian crossed the final White Jade Steps and arrived before the Mountain Gate, the bell abruptly fell silent.

Ahead, a towering ceremonial arch stood above the sea of clouds.

Three great characters hung upon it like the might of heaven.

Jade Void Palace.

Beneath the Mountain Gate, dozens of third-generation Chan Sect disciples stood with swords drawn, their expressions tense.

Before them, several of the Twelve Golden Immortals had already appeared.

Yu Ding Zhenren stood among the crowd, his gaze complicated.

As he watched Yang Jian, he recalled that punch before Peach Mountain, as well as the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that had been forcibly "borrowed" from him.

This should have been his disciple.

Now, however, Yang Jian had embarked on a path he could not understand at all.

Taiyi Zhenren held his horsetail whisk, his expression equally grim.

He could feel Nezha's severed master-disciple karma bypassing him and reaching toward the Mysterious Being behind Yang Jian.

Nezha had slipped out of control.

Yang Jian had entered the mountain.

These two Tribulation pawns, originally belonging to the Chan Sect, had both escaped Jade Void control.

The Daoist standing at the very front wore the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe, his features austere and his expression cold.

He merely stood there, yet the Jade Purity Immortal Light around him weighed down upon the entire Mountain Gate.

The foremost of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect.

Guangchengzi.

Guangchengzi's gaze settled on Yang Jian, so calm it bordered on indifference.

"Yang Jian."

He spoke slowly.

His voice was not loud, but it made every Chan Sect disciple's mind turn solemn.

"You split Peach Mountain without permission, destroyed the Heavenly Emperor's Edict, and disrupted the order of the Three Realms."

"Now you bring an unorthodox cultivation method through our Jade Void Mountain Gate."

"How could we permit you to sow disorder in the Dao before the Jade Void Palace?"

The Chan Sect disciples immediately shouted in anger.

"Yang Jian, kneel and confess your crimes!"

"You haven't even joined the Chan Sect, yet you dare run wild at the Jade Void Palace?"

"Vile wretch of Peach Mountain! You dare disturb the Saint's secluded cultivation!"

Yang Jian did not look at them.

His gaze remained fixed on Guangchengzi.

"I've come to Kunlun only to discuss an unresolved karmic bond."

Guangchengzi's eyes cooled slightly.

"What karma do you have to discuss?"

Yang Jian took a step forward.

Primordial violet qi sheltered Yao Ji and Yang Chan, following steadily behind him.

"Yu Ding Zhenren and I were bound by master-disciple karma. This left its traces in the Heavenly Secrets, and all of you know it perfectly well."

"The Eight-Nine Arcane Art is already in my hands, and Jade Void's karma has fallen upon me."

"When I address Yuanshi Tianzun as Martial Uncle, I am acknowledging karma ordained by heaven."

"Nor have I come here to bow my head to Jade Void."

Instantly, deathly silence fell before the Mountain Gate.

The next moment, the Chan Sect disciples erupted in fury.

"Arrogant!"

"You're not worthy of calling our revered sect master Martial Uncle!"

"You borrowed the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, and now you dare come up the mountain to demand your karmic due?"

Taiyi Zhenren's gaze darkened.

Yu Ding Zhenren lowered his head, the shame on his face deepening.

Guangchengzi gently swept the horsetail whisk in his hand.

Boom!

A wave of Great Luo pressure crashed down upon Yang Jian like the Heavenly River overturning.

Yao Ji and Yang Chan's breath caught.

Yet Yang Jian stood where he was, utterly unmoving.

The Strength God-Demon Acupoint within him abruptly sank.

Three feet away, the Great Luo pressure was forcibly blocked, unable to advance even a fraction farther.

Guangchengzi's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Though he had not unleashed his full strength, this pressure was enough to force an ordinary Primordial Unity Golden Immortal to their knees on the spot.

Yet Yang Jian had blocked it.

And he had done so with absolute steadiness.

That power was heavy and ancient, faintly transcending the Yuqing Dao Principles.

Even the report Yu Ding had sent back had underestimated this boy!

Guangchengzi's voice grew colder.

"You practice an Unorthodox Cultivation Method and disrupt the Heavenly Secrets. If you are allowed onto the mountain, you will surely become a root of calamity in the Tribulation."

"Yang Jian, the Jade Void Palace has no place for an unpredictable element like you."

Yang Jian suddenly smiled.

His smile was icy.

"A root of calamity?"

"The Heavenly Court imprisoned my mother, killed my father and elder brother, and hunted my sister and me."

"Saving my mother makes me a root of calamity?"

"Fighting back means I'm disrupting the Heavenly Secrets?"

He raised his head and looked Guangchengzi straight in the eye.

Primordial Purple Patterns flashed through his eyes.

"If this so-called Heavenly Mandate demands the extinction of the Yang Family bloodline..."

"Then I, Yang Jian, will smash that Heavenly Mandate with my own hands!"

Boom!

As his words fell, the Jade Purity Immortal Light before the Jade Void Mountain Gate shook violently.

Many third-generation disciples turned pale, their Dao hearts trembling from those words alone.

Guangchengzi finally grew furious.

"Insolence!"

He stepped forward, and the Yuqing Dao Patterns across the entire Mountain Gate lit up at once.

"Haotian was appointed to govern the Three Realms. Heavenly Court Law maintains the order of all living beings. How could you be allowed to overturn it at will over a private grudge?"

"Today, in accordance with Jade Void law, I shall first imprison you at Qilin Cliff to await my master's judgment!"

Yu Ding Zhenren's expression changed drastically.

"Senior Brother Guangchengzi, show mercy!"

"Yang Jian's karmic bond with our Jade Void remains unbroken. We cannot simply suppress him before the Mountain Gate!"

Guangchengzi did not turn around.

"With karma still unresolved, all the more reason to cut through the chaos and restore order."

As his words fell,

he flicked the fly whisk in his hand.

Countless silver strands surged outward, transforming into Yuqing Chains that instantly sealed off all four sides of the Mountain Gate.

Behind Yang Jian, Yao Ji's face paled.

"Jian!"

Yang Jian raised his hand, and the primordial violet qi flared brighter, shielding his mother and sister more tightly.

"Mother, step back."

He looked up at Guangchengzi.

The strength god-demon acupoint within him began to thunder.

Guangchengzi turned his palm upward.

Hum!

The phantom of an ancient seal slowly took shape above his palm.

Dao patterns rose and fell beneath the seal, exuding an aura as massive and ponderous as the Primordial Divine Mountain.

The moment that phantom appeared, all of Kunlun trembled slightly.

Every Chan Sect Disciple before the Mountain Gate blanched.

"The Heaven-Flipping Seal!"

"Senior Uncle Guangchengzi actually summoned a phantom of the Heaven-Flipping Seal!"

"Yang Jian is finished!"

Even a mere phantom was enough to suppress a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, and even ordinary Great Luo cultivators would not dare meet it head-on.

Guangchengzi held the Heaven-Flipping Seal's phantom above his palm, his gaze icy.

"Yang Jian."

"Kneel!"

Boom!

With the might to overturn heaven and earth, the Heaven-Flipping Seal's phantom slammed down from the clouds.

The Yuqing Chains sealed off every path of retreat.

The Mountain Gate's Dao patterns pinned the void in place.

This strike was clearly meant to crush Yang Jian beneath Kunlun Mountain then and there!

Yao Ji trembled in heart and soul.

Yang Chan's eyes reddened.

Yu Ding Zhenren's face was deathly pale, but it was already too late to intervene.

At the very instant the Heaven-Flipping Seal's phantom descended,

Yang Jian raised his head.

The strength god-demon acupoint within him blazed fully alight.

The next moment,

Yang Jian did not retreat.

Facing the Heaven-Flipping Seal, he took a step forward.