Chapter 1921: You Say This Is Mount Song?! (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

The crowd chanted the incantation, feeling only mysterious currents of power flowing through the void, scouring their bodies.

In but a moment, their strength had multiplied by more than tenfold.

"This…"

"You… Yuyangzi, you've—you've returned to your youth!"

"Yuxiu True Person, aren't you the same! —"

The crowd glanced at one another, hearts shaken and at a loss.

No immortal pills were needed, no cultivation required—merely chanting the incantation granted them incomparably ferocious power and the return of their youth.

Just what kind of extraordinary being was the Taixuan Dao Ancestor praised in the incantation?

"Great Emperor, may I ask which patriarch this Taixuan Dao Ancestor is?"

Zhang Junbao shook his head: "I don't know. This divine incantation was passed on to me by someone else. However, according to him, the Taixuan Dao Ancestor is the supreme powerhouse of the Infinite World—even the World-Honored One Tathagata is not qualified to take him as a master. Such a being, you need only venerate him with sincere devotion."

The crowd was horrified.

Even the ancestor of Fomen was not qualified to take him as a master?

What manner of extraordinary being was this?

On second thought, boundless joy welled up within them.

A divine incantation passed down by such a formidable being—was it not a wondrous method for becoming an immortal, a ladder to ascend to the heavens?

Thereafter, Zhang Junbao's path to sweeping the world became even smoother.

The True Martial Great Emperor was innately in tune with Daoism.

With Daoist Priests from the Wudang region joining in, and with the precedent of returning to one's youth set, Daoist Priests from famous mountains and great rivers alike, as well as those from smaller Daoist abbeys, all threw in their lot with Zhang Junbao's camp.

Blessed by the Taixuan Divine Incantation, these people's strength was terrifying to the extreme.

Chanting the incantation once granted them several thousand jin of force; unless faced with a volley of ten thousand arrows, a single person could punch through a thousand-strong army.

Chanting for a few days, blessed by the power of light, blades and spears could not wound them, ten thousand arrows could hardly harm them—one person could suppress ten thousand elite troops.

It could be said that, under the incantation's blessing, this band of Daoist Priests was ferociously unstoppable.

In just a few days, the party had fought its way to the capital of the Song Dynasty, annihilated the Great Song, and then, with overwhelming forces, swept away the foreign races, crushing the Jurchens, Mongols, and other powers, achieving great unification.

"Congratulations, Great Emperor, on pacifying the realm and ending the age of chaos!"

Within the imperial palace, Daoist Priests, civil officials, and military generals offered their congratulations in unison, their eyes fervent.

The one they followed was the True Martial Great Emperor.

With the age of chaos ended, there would be wealth and honor, and later they might even become immortals and gods, ascending to the Heavenly Court alongside the Great Emperor, living forever.

Right now, they were hoping the Great Emperor would ascend in broad daylight and take them along to the heavens.

"Rise!"

Zhang Junbao's expression was calm, yet inwardly he was somewhat speechless—wasn't it said that completing the long-cherished wish might allow him to recover the memories of his past life?

Why was there not a single trace of True Martial's memory in his mind now?

Could Tianbao have been lying?

But—both the divine incantation and the true qi martial arts were not things Tianbao could have casually invented.