HLnovel Chapter 446 All Immortals Pay Homage
Chapter 446 All Immortals Pay Homage
Chapter 446 All Immortals Pay Homage
apostasy.
Those two words are so tempting.
Yang Jiao met the gaze of the Tongtian Sect Leader and smiled.
The biggest traitor among the Three Pure Ones and Yang Jiao, who was born rebellious, finally hit it off in Biyou Palace.
Hehehe.
Yang Jiao tilted her head: "I don't care, but I wonder if the Tongtian Sect Leader is afraid of Master's cane?"
"Heh." The Tongtian Sect Leader stood up, flicked his sleeve, stood tall and elegant with his hands behind his back, exuding an unfathomable aura. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Have I ever been afraid?"
The eldest brother's strength is comparable to that of Hongjun, the patriarch.
But is he afraid?
If we can't beat them, can't we at least run away with Yang Jiao?
At this moment, the Tongtian Sect Leader was in a very good mood, his handsome face displaying extraordinary heroic spirit. "Come with me."
The Tongtian Sect Leader stood tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a slender waist. As he stepped out of the room, the entire Biyou Palace suddenly changed.
When Yang Jiao arrived earlier, there was no one there.
But the moment the Tongtian Sect Leader took a step, auspicious clouds enveloped the entire sky, cranes flew in all directions, and the pavilions and towers in front of him vanished wherever the auspicious energy from his body passed.
Yang Jiao followed closely behind, only to see that the Mosquito Taoist, who had been waiting outside the hall, was now standing among the thousands of people.
She froze for a moment, then immediately ran to Yang Jiao's side, hugged her arm, and whispered:
"So many people, Yang Jiao."
Before him stood all the disciples of the Jie Sect.
A vast, boundless expanse, teeming with mountain spirits, monsters, and demons.
Taoist priests, riding clouds, riding beasts, and wielding swords, held magical implements and looked majestic. They wore various Taoist robes and stood in solemn and respectful rows.
Zheng,
Zheng,
Zheng,
Celestial music echoed from Jin'ao Island.
The scene was extremely grand and magnificent.
Yang Jiao was taken aback by the seemingly endless line of people and the arrogance of the Jie Sect.
There's no need to elaborate on the teachings of the Supreme Sage; it only involved Xuandu and Yang Jiao, along with an ox and two boys who tended the fire.
Although the Chan Sect of Yuanshi Tianzun is also sacred, it has strict rules and clear hierarchy. The clothing worn by disciples of different ranks is particular, luxurious yet understated.
The Jie Sect, on the other hand, is arrogant.
Unconventional arrogance.
Unbridled arrogance.
Magnificent and grand.
These so-called "creatures with fur and horns, wet bodies and hatched from eggs" wore different clothes, but did not bar their teeth and claws, nor did they engage in any chaotic demonic dance.
Upon seeing the Tongtian Sect Leader, everyone felt awe and reverence. Ten thousand people bowed respectfully and shouted in unison:
"Greetings, Master. May your mighty power reach the heavens and your sect prosper forever."
The sound was deafening and resounded through the sky.
Standing behind the Tongtian Sect Leader, Yang Jiao witnessed firsthand what it meant to be "a gathering of ten thousand immortals" and "the foremost of the three religions."
No wonder the Hongjun Ancestor was so wary; anyone would feel uneasy in his shoes.
Yu Guangzhong, the leader of the Tongtian Sect, took in Yang Jiao's shocked expression, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and then waved his hand forward:
"Ah."
His gaze was sharp as he swept over his disciples and slowly said:
"Before the Investiture of the Gods, I said that no of my disciples should participate in it, but many did not listen. Is that right or wrong?"
The Holy Mother of Wudang, who was at the front of the line, lowered her eyes, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. She had failed to control her disciples. The next moment, she raised her head again, her face full of anger, and replied:
"Master, the Chan Sect is going too far! They provoke us time and time again and try to kill us repeatedly. Do they really think our Jie Sect is easy to bully!"
The other immortals were also indignant.
"Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, four saints are fighting against the sect leader alone—it's utterly shameless!"
"Master, who says that the Great Zhou Dynasty is in accordance with the laws of Heaven? It's all a facade. How can the Shang Dynasty be destroyed?"
"The divine bird descended upon the Shang, but Xiqi, under the banner of the phoenix's cry on Mount Qi, rebelled against the Shang, determined to establish a reputation for overthrowing the Shang. The war between Shang and Zhou was originally none of our business as cultivators, but now that things have come to this, if the Jie Sect does not go out, it will only invite the contempt of the Three Realms."
"Yes! We hope the sect leader will issue an order so that we can avenge our fallen comrades!"
The entire Biyou Palace erupted in noise.
From the initial murmur of discontent to the vehement condemnation, the emotions of thousands were stirred up.
The Master of Heaven turned his head slightly and looked at Yang Jiao as he asked:
Do you think they're right?
Yang Jiao knew that the Three Pure Ones were one family, but all of this was unavoidable, as the Jie Sect's influence was too great.
The sight of ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage simply by the command of the Tongtian Sect Leader was not what the Hongjun Ancestor wanted to see.
What he wanted was for all saints to either break away from the demon race like the goddess Nuwa and retreat to a secluded corner of the world.
Either they should follow the example of Western religions and rely on the Way of Heaven to survive.
But the Three Pure Ones are too powerful.
Although the Supreme Sage did not teach many people, his own strength was too great.
The remaining Chan and Jie sects both have the ability to fight each other.
If these people had not dispersed or been listed during the Investiture of the Gods period, they would have faced death and their spiritual energy would have returned to the Heavenly Dao.
Only by dispersing the strength of the Jie Sect can these people be protected.
Yang Jiao responded softly:
"That's right."
A hint of reluctance flashed across the young face of the Tongtian Sect Leader.
This magnificent spectacle of ten thousand immortals paying homage will never be seen again.
The Jie Sect's proud position as the number one sect in the Three Realms will also cease to exist.
He parted his teeth slightly and exhaled.
The winds and clouds shifted, thunder roared, and the Tongtian Sect Leader, his voice booming like a bell, raised his hand:
"The Intercepting Sect obeys your command!"
"The disciple is here!"
"All disciples of my Jie Sect, follow me and form the formation!"
"Yes!"
All the immortals responded in unison.
Everyone's face was excited, and their eyes were brimming with excitement.
The Tongtian Sect Leader glanced around; some of the people had unreadable expressions, while others had their heads bowed, seemingly lost in thought.
He slightly curled his lips into a smile.
The Six Soul Banner flew out from his sleeve and stood beside him, emitting a faint light.
The Master of Heaven asked:
"This is the Six Souls Banner. Once a name is written on it, one can take the life of the person who bows to it morning and night. When I set up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, one person is required to hold the banner and worship it. Who is willing?"
Wan Xian immediately erupted in chaos.
Our Lady of Golden Spirit, Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of Tortoise Spirit, and others hurriedly stepped forward.
The three of them, like Duobao, were direct disciples of the Tongtian Sect Leader, and their status was naturally much higher. The Golden Spirit Mother, clad in a golden robe, bowed with her hands clasped.
"Master, since this banner is so important, please entrust it to your disciple."
Like Duobao Daoren, the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit had long been in cahoots with the Western Sect. Her eyes flickered, and she stepped forward, saying:
"Leave it to me, your disciple. My body is incredibly tough, and no one can take this banner away. It's the safest option."
After she finished speaking, she waited for the Tongtian Sect Leader to make a statement.
The Holy Mother of Wudang, however, did not think so, and stepped forward to say:
"Since Master is going to set up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, our cultivation level should be high enough to enter it in order to exert its maximum effect. We should find another candidate for the Six Soul Banner."
When the Holy Mother of Wudang spoke, Yang Jiao glanced at her again.
She was the most loyal to the Jie Sect.
The Tongtian Sect Leader hummed in agreement, then surveyed the myriad immortals with his gaze.
The long-eared Dingguangxian in the corner frowned, stepped forward despite the pressure from the hint given by the Guiling Mother, and suddenly burst into tears.
She knelt heavily on the ground with a loud thud, then shuffled to the front, crying out in a heart-wrenching sob:
"Master, I hope you will think of Senior Brother Duobao. Since he was taken away by the Western Sect, there has been no news of him. I cry every time I think of him."
"If Daoist Duobao were still alive, the Six Soul Banner wouldn't be left unclaimed."
Mentioning the Daoist Duobao evoked sighs of regret from everyone.
Seeing that the atmosphere was right, the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit cupped her hands in greeting:
“Master, since Chang Er Ding Guang Xian has feelings for Senior Brother, it’s good to give the Six Soul Banner to him.”
The Tongtian Sect Leader glanced indifferently at the Turtle Spirit Mother:
"Okay."