Chapter 1512

Zhang Taixuan: "I'm dead laughing—you really are a freeloader! For the sake of our years of friendship, I won't charge you for the group's first-year points. After that, a million points per year—just to show good faith."

Su Xiao: "Yay! Taixuan brother is the best!"

Su Xiao: "Yang Jian, thank me quickly! Give me points! I fought for you all this advantage—and everyone else too."

Yang Jian: "..."

Ye Hei: "..."

Biyou: "Stop acting crazy—the time's running out!"

Su Xiao: "No big deal—you're underestimating Taixuan brother!"

Penglai.

A legendary immortal mountain said to dwell in the sea, famed throughout the land and beyond.

Here, too, lay the sacred havens of countless immortals.

But now, heaven and earth churn in chaos; whether on earth, in the Heavenly Court, or the distant immortal isles, none know peace.

Above Penglai, a dark mass of demons and monsters unleashed magic power, striking the island's defensive array.

The furious assaults and the flickering, near-collapsing defensive aura made clear Penglai Dao's dire peril.

Biyou Xianzi stood on the island, her jade hand gripping her treasure sword, eyes tense.

Though she had become a Jin Xian, a rising star of the Three Realms.

But the struggle for dominance among the Three Realms has never been fought by newcomers against newcomers, or veterans against veterans.

Though Jin Xian is strong, the enemy has Taiyi and Daluo.

This newcomer of the Three Realms could not stir even a ripple against the boundless demonic horde.

"Why is Daojun brother still talking?"

"Oh no, oh no—the array's about to break!"

Biyou grew more frantic.

The other immortals on Penglai felt the same.

"Heaven is not with us—what can we do?"

"The demonic path cannot be stopped."

At that moment, golden light flashed across the sky—a golden monkey soared upward, sweeping his long halberd, turning dozens of fierce demons to ash.

"I, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, have arrived!"

Sun Wukong was utterly brazen, wielding his Mixed Yuan Slash-Dragon Halberd with peerless mastery, no less formidable than his original Ruyi Jingu Bang.

"Wow! The Great Sage is here!"

Biyou exhaled in relief.

Though the Great Sage wasn't the strongest in the chat group, he was a true Zunsheng expert—far from weak—and more than enough to resolve this crisis.

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven?"

"Isn't he the Battle Victory Buddha?"

The other immortals on Penglai were bewildered.

Since the monkey became a Buddha, few had spoken his old title, Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

Yet this monkey bore no trace of Buddhist radiance, no hint of serenity—instead, he was as arrogant, unrestrained, and lawless as when he once raged through Tiangong.

This made them wonder—had the Buddha perished? Had the monkey lost his restraint and now defied the rules of Lingshan?

"Yang Jian comes too!"

A long cry echoed—the sky now held another silver-armored young general; wherever his three-pronged, double-edged blade swept, demons fell.

"Er Lang Zhenjun?"

"Is this Er Lang Zhenjun a clone? He seems weak!"

Biyou's heart steadied.

The main force was finally arriving.

Thinking this, she drew her sword and leapt into the sky, joining the battle against the demons.

During this time, Biyou had not only cultivated Donghua Emperor's teachings, but also the Wu Zhifa—her combat power surged dramatically.

Though she had only just broken through to the Jin Xian realm, her strength was no lesser than many Jin Xian demons who had long held their rank.

Her sword danced like illusion, 193 blades blotting out sun and sky—alone, she held her own against three or four demons of her own realm.

"Is Biyou's sword art the Emperor's?"

The immortals of Penglai Dao were astonished.

They had seen the Emperor's techniques before.

Biyou's sword art was clearly different from what they knew.

What the hell!

Today, not only was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven different from memory.

Er Lang Zhenjun was different from memory.

Even Biyou and Donghua Emperor were different from memory.

Had all the Penglai immortals fallen into illusion before even fighting?

Thinking this, fear gripped them all.

"Sun Wukong!"

One demon, seeing his subordinates fall one after another, rushed forward: "How are you here? My master should've gone after you!"

"And Er Lang Zhenjun—your power seems too weak. Sending only a clone to save Penglai? You're treating us with utter contempt!"

Yang Jian sneered: "Weak or not? Fight and find out!"

At the thought, he borrowed the power of the Pure Land of Light through the passage of crossing over, and his aura suddenly surged, his combat strength increasing by a great deal in an instant.

After many years of development, and further influenced by the momentum of Heaven's Dao, the faction Yang Jian had founded was long no longer what it once was; its strength had multiplied many times over, and it could be called a place where experts gathered like clouds.

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