The Antarctic Immortal's Decision
Having acquired Yang Jian, Jiang Ziya has been extremely excited these past few days, drinking with Yang Jian, Han Dulong, Xue Ehu, and others every day.
A few days later, he directly used his magic to light the incense that his senior brothers had given him to summon the gods.
He bowed three times to the Daoist temple of the Antarctic Immortal from afar, and then began to mutter to himself, expressing his request to the Antarctic Immortal.
A moment later, the wisp of smoke from the incense rose up and drifted towards the Daoist temple of the Antarctic Immortal.
At this moment, the Antarctic Immortal had just finished cultivating in his own dojo and was drinking fine wine from a gourd.
Then a wisp of smoke drifted in. The Antarctic Immortal frowned as he looked at the smoke; it was the incense he had given to Jiang Ziya to summon the gods.
Now that Jiang Ziya has used the incense to summon the gods, what exactly is his purpose?
That guy is truly hopeless.
The Antarctic Immortal shook his head, then reached out and grabbed the wisp of smoke. He opened his palm, and the smoke transformed into a small human figure.
The small figure was none other than Jiang Ziya. After revealing himself, Jiang Ziya first bowed to the Antarctic Immortal from afar, and then began to ramble on about his requests.
After saying this, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and finally disappeared into the world. The Antarctic Immortal frowned.
A sense of displeasure rose in his heart; it turned out that Jiang Ziya wanted him to put on a grand show for him.
To boost the morale of the Xiqi soldiers with a grand display.
After all, Chaoge still had a Human Dao Saint, which put considerable pressure on Xiqi.
The Antarctic Immortal was somewhat displeased. He had already paved the way for Jiang Ziya, but he hadn't expected that Jiang Ziya would still be so useless, having to come to him for such a trivial matter. It was truly infuriating.
The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods the Gods hasn't even begun yet, and people are bothering him with such trivial matters; how could this not infuriate him?
The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods the Gods hasn't even begun yet. If it really starts, won't it never end?
Jiang Ziya's goal was to boost the morale of Xiqi, but how exactly could Xiqi be achieved?
The Antarctic Immortal gazed at Chaoge from afar, his eyes revealing an inexplicable mystical light. Chaoge's Black Bird of Fortune was indeed quite astonishing, possessing a vast and powerful aura.
This signifies that Chaoge's fortune has reached an unprecedented level, far surpassing that of Xiqi.
However, the next moment, the Antarctic Immortal suddenly thought of a certain possibility.
The Shang dynasty was born from Black Bird that descended from the Xiqi. If that Black Bird had landed in Xiqi, would it have been a devastating blow to the Yin Shang?
After all, creating a false sense of mystery was far too easy for him. All he had to do was summon a Black Bird to perform in Xiqi, which would be tantamount to the Heavenly Dao favoring Xiqi.
By then, it would not only be a major blow to the Yin Shang, but also a significant boost to the morale of Xiqi.
Thinking of this, he immediately felt that the matter was feasible, so the next step was to invite a Black Bird.
After pondering for a moment, the Antarctic Immortal finally decided to head to Kunlun Mountain Kunlun Mountain, where a super-powerful Black Bird lived.
Without hesitation, he rode a cloud and flew towards Kunlun Mountain. The Antarctic Immortal possessed extraordinary magical power and incredible speed.
Riding on auspicious clouds, they flew to Kunlun in a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast manner, arriving within the Kunlun region in just over half a day.
Looking up, one sees the Kunlun Mountains stretching for billions of miles, vast and boundless, ethereal and wondrous.
Even the Antarctic Immortal must be cautious when arriving here, for countless powerful beings are hiding here.
Of course, the apparent master of Kunlun Mountain was none other than the Queen Mother of the West, the Head of Female Immortals.
Although the Antarctic Immortal was quite powerful, he wasn't much better in Kunlun.
They can only fly low on auspicious clouds and move slowly.
Before long, he followed his goal and arrived deep in the Kunlun Immortal Mountain, stopping in a valley, which was the northern part of the Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
It was an extremely inconspicuous paradise, with several small wooden houses in the valley. The person he was going to visit was quite powerful, and Black Bird was actually cultivating in one of these wooden houses.
The Antarctic Immortal arrived at this valley, carefully tidied his appearance, and then went to the door of the wooden house and knocked.
"I Daoist Zhunti, and I have come uninvited. I hope you will not take offense."
He chuckled as he spoke. He and the powerful figure here were old acquaintances and could still exchange pleasantries.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cheerful voice came from inside the room.
"This morning, I felt a slight twitch in my eyelids, but I never expected it to be you, fellow Daoist."
"Isn't it a joy to have friends coming from afar? Since you're here, please come in quickly!"
Before the words were even finished, a song was heard, and the wooden door of the cabin opened, revealing the slightly dim interior.
The Antarctic Immortal smiled politely before going inside.
The wooden hut was extremely simple, containing only a table, chairs, and a bed.
The only thing that could attract attention was a picture of a firebird hanging on the wall.
This picture of a firebird looks extremely fierce, with the whole picture filled with explosive flames. A divine bird is bathed in the flames, like a super mythical beast, looking very imposing and adding a fierce aura to the small wooden house.
The fellow Daoist he was visiting was sitting upright in a bamboo chair, calmly watching him.
"How is the Daoist Nanji doing these days?"
"The Primordial World is now in chaos. Why have you come here instead of hiding in your own dojo? What is your purpose?"
Upon hearing the question, the Old Man of the Antarctic Immortal felt a flush on his face and was somewhat uneasy, as the other party had directly rejected his request.
Before I could even explain why I came here, I was turned away by the other party, which was really quite unpleasant.
He knew that his friend preferred tranquility and had lived in seclusion here for many years, almost unknown to outsiders in this Primordial World.
He had originally thought he could have a conversation with this fellow Daoist, which was why he had come to ask for a ball, but he hadn't expected the other party to not give him a chance to speak at all, which made him feel quite embarrassed.
Now that they've reached their level, saving face is more important than anything else; the other party's words were essentially a rejection.
However, since he had already arrived, it was impossible for him to leave empty-handed. The Antarctic Immortal smiled awkwardly, then took out a handful of Fire Jujube from his sleeve and placed them on the table.
"Fellow Daoist, I have come uninvited; this is truly quite abrupt."
"It's been so long since I've seen you, fellow Daoist, that I've missed you terribly, so I came over to sit down and have a cup of hot tea."
"These Fire Jujube aren't anything rare or strange; they're crystals from my spiritual root. They're somewhat useful for cultivation, and their taste is excellent, so I brought them here specifically. Please, fellow Daoist, try them."
The Daoist priest looked at the pile of Fire Jujube on the table, a faint smile appearing on his face. Although these things looked ordinary, they were actually quite extraordinary.
It is a rare crystallization of spiritual roots in the world; each one consumed can cleanse one's physical body.
Especially for a fire-type powerhouse like him, the amplification effect is even more powerful. The fact that the Antarctic Immortal could bring so much is already considered a huge sacrifice.