Chapter 1489

The fire had been stoked up!

But Guangchengzi discovered a rather embarrassing fact—the disciples left behind by the Jie Sect on Jin Ao Island were all extremely strong; most of them, the Xuan Sect's disciples had no guarantee of victory.

It was like A Xing challenging Zhu Long City Fortress—pick any one, and they were all extraordinary experts.

Guangchengzi had spotted the problem; Chijingzi and others had spotted it too, and they felt deeply awkward.

The Jie Sect was different from the Xuan Sect.

Because of its doctrine, when great problems arose in heaven and earth, the Xuan Sect's disciples were sent down by Yuanshi Tianzun to carry out missions.

Whether those missions would entangle them in karmic debts and halt their cultivation—that was not Yuanshi Tianzun's concern.

Because there was no choice.

Acting on heaven's behalf was the Xuan Sect's pledge.

When heaven and earth had problems, it was the Xuan Sect's duty to solve them.

At such times, if the Xuan Sect's disciples didn't act, should the sect's master, Yuanshi Tianzun, have to intervene himself?

In the Fengshen world, even sages valued their own lives.

Nüwa would not personally intervene against the Shang Dynasty; neither would Yuanshi Tianzun—unless absolutely forced to, they would not interfere directly in mortal affairs.

Sages are indestructible through countless kalpas.

But what if karmic entanglements slowed their cultivation?

Yuanshi Tianzun was exceedingly proud; he naturally did not want such matters to cause his cultivation base to fall behind that of other sages.

How could he save face then?

Thus, using the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Xuan Sect to bear the calamities was the best solution.

Later, during the Fengshen, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Xuan Sect also took disciples to bear the karmic retribution on their behalf—this was a direct inheritance, learning the essence from their own ancestral master.

This approach had serious problems.

No one is a fool; no one will willingly be used.

Guangchengzi and Chijingzi both faced rebellions from their disciples.

Later, among the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Xuan Sect, Cihang, Puxian, Wenshu, and Juliusun defected to the Western Sect; aside from the Western Sect's brighter future, it was surely not unrelated to their resentment over being treated as pawns by Yuanshi Tianzun.

Because of Yuanshi Tianzun's vow to the Dao, who knew how many more calamities the Xuan Sect disciples would still have to bear for him?

The Jie Sect was different.

The Jie Sect accepted all without discrimination, and did not have to meddle in worldly affairs.

In short, as long as the Jie Sect's immortals didn't court death or provoke trouble, they would not accrue karmic debts, and their cultivation speed was extremely fast.

Even though the Xuan Sect's disciples had better origins, they still could not match the realm of the Jie Sect's disciples.

This was the glory of the ancient era.

In this age, even ordinary demons and monsters carried a trace of ancestral blood; the Jie Sect's disciples were no worse than the Xuan Sect's carefully selected ones.

Wu Yunxian, seeing everyone silent, asked: "What's wrong? Didn't you all want to test your skills? Why are you silent now? Afraid?"

Guangchengzi snorted coldly: "Afraid? Not necessarily. I'll go first."

As the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Xuan Sect, he had no choice but to step forward in this era.

Wu Yunxian laughed heartily: "Good! Guangchengzi, you're straightforward. Then let me spar with you."

With a thought, he pulled out a hammer.

The hammer emitted fierce light, and faintly, a menacing, violent sound echoed from it.

It was the Supreme Primordial Hammer, a top-grade primordial spiritual treasure.

This treasure had been obtained by Wu Yunxian from a hidden dimension, refined to perfection, and possessed extraordinary power.

Now, as he activated it, it revealed peerless divine might.

Guangchengzi was no less remarkable—he suspended his Female-Male Swords, the Soul-Dropping Bell, and the Falling Heaven Seal above his head, releasing waves of auspicious light.

The Female-Male Swords needed no explanation—merely a low-grade primordial spiritual treasure, used by Guangchengzi only as a supplement.

The Soul-Dropping Bell, however, was extraordinary: when its bell rang, it stole the soul—truly mysterious, a mid-grade primordial spiritual treasure.

And it was an extremely rare spiritual treasure that targeted the soul.

As for the Falling Heaven Seal, though not primordial, it was forged from half of the Buzhou Mountain—its weight was immense, its hardness astonishing, placing it among the pinnacle of post-heavenly spiritual treasures.

Though it could not aid in comprehending primordial law's radiance, its offensive power was unmatched.

"Good!" Wu Yunxian, seeing Guangchengzi's spiritual treasures, immediately struck.

Guangchengzi dared not slack off—he activated the Soul-Dropping Bell to disrupt Wu Yunxian, while pushing the Falling Heaven Seal to its limit, slamming it down toward Wu Yunxian.

Their cultivation bases were not equal.

Wu Yunxian was far stronger than Guangchengzi by a wide margin.

But as a disciple of the Jie Sect, he was extremely proud, and refused to crush his opponent with overwhelming power; instead, he suppressed his magic power to match Guangchengzi's level, which deeply irritated the Xuan Sect disciples.

The Jie Sect people had too little regard for others.

Even if your cultivation base is high, suppressing your power to fight me—aren't you treating me as if I weren't even an equal opponent?

"Wu Yun still has such a grand spirit."

"Indeed, even if he lets the Xuan Sect win a little, what can they do?"

"These petty Twelve Golden Immortals dare to act brazenly on Jin Ao Island—what a joke."

In fact, the battle on the field proved exactly that.

Though Wu Yunxian had suppressed his cultivation, his Supreme Primordial Hammer was wielded with flawless mastery, leaving Guangchengzi only able to defend.

The Soul-Dropping Bell could not steal his soul.

After all, as one of Tongtian's Seven Attendants, his immortal soul was far more stable than ordinary immortals and gods—no matter how the Soul-Dropping Bell rang, he stood unmoved.

And the Falling Heaven Seal, even when crashing onto his body, only caused him to pause slightly.

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It's not that the Fan Tian Yin is weak.

It's that Guangchengzi's magic power is too feeble to unleash the divine might of the Fan Tian Yin.

Both were beings of boundless spiritual prowess; when their great battle began, they should have destroyed heaven and earth.

But this place was Tongtian's cultivation ground, naturally protected by magic power—no matter how fiercely they fought, the damage remained limited.

After hundreds of exchanges, they had only destroyed a region several kilometers across.

Below the Holy Ones, all are ants.

In this world, this was no idle saying.

The prohibition fields of the Holy Ones were absolute rules, irrevocable for those who had not become Holy Ones.

Boom!

Suddenly, Wuyunxian slammed his hammer into Guangchengzi's forehead, sending the entire man flying and knocking him unconscious.

"Senior brother!"

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The Twelve Jin Xian of the Chan Sect cried out in alarm and rushed forward, wielding magic power to heal Guangchengzi.

Wuyunxian flicked his mind, retracting the Hunyuan Hammer, his expression calm: "Don't worry—I held back long ago. Friend Guangchengzi is unharmed."

As he spoke, Guangchengzi slowly regained consciousness.

Hearing this, he nearly fainted from rage.