Chapter 850: The Wrath of the Heavenly Venerable

Golden Chicken Ridge.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The desolate horn shattered the morning light, and the sun rose from the east, casting hundreds of millions of rays of light.

After three years of rest and reorganization, the army at Golden Chicken Ridge had increased to eight million, and more than half were cultivators of the Heaven Realm or Nascent Soul Realm, with standard-issue armor and weapons all being Top-grade Spirit Tools.

Such an elite army was the source of confidence for Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya.

It could be said that in order to support Xiqi, Yuanshi Tianzun had truly exhausted his efforts and invested massive amounts of resources.

For this expedition, Jiang Ziya held the certainty of victory, so the entire eight-million-strong army was mobilized; three million were sent to attack Jiameng Pass and Qinglong Pass respectively, while five million troops headed straight for Sishui Pass.

Because the Sages had finished their lectures, the Loose Immortals who had previously been lurking and watching the excitement had flocked back again.

The live stream room soon became lively.

"After three years, Xiqi is on the move in a big way again. It seems they are carrying the certainty of victory."

"What an elite army; unexpectedly, over half are Nascent Soul or Heaven Realm."

"As expected of the Human Ancestral Land; their army now has begun to show the style of the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

One could see on the screen that the five-million-strong army was flying through the air.

The formations were orderly, resembling the Heavenly Court Heavenly General.

Banners fluttered, and warhorses neighed.

Not long after, the Xiqi army arrived before Sishui Pass.

On Sishui Pass.

The Yin-Shang army was already standing by in full battle array.

On the city wall, Han Rong, Shen Gongbao, and Zhao Gongming stood side by side.

Han Rong's expression was grave, knowing that this battle would likely be difficult to fight.

For three years, the Imperial Court had provided little support to Sishui Pass.

But the Xiqi army had completed a transformation.

Of course, he did not resent the Imperial Court, and even less would he resent the Great King, because the Great King had long ago sent a private message saying that this battle would likely be difficult to hold, and told him to retreat to Jiepai Pass when necessary and not make any senseless sacrifices.

Although he had the resolve to sacrifice his life for the country, he was more willing to trust the Great King.

Since the Great King said he could retreat, there must be a reason for the Great King.

In fact, he also knew that if the Jie Sect did not send experts, the Yin-Shang alone would be unable to hold Sishui Pass.

But three years had passed, and it was still only Zhao Gongming, Wang Bian, and Zhang Shao.

Yao Bin had originally said he would invite other Jie Sect experts to come, but to this day there had been no news.

Before the Red Water Formation.

Wang Bian stood on a high platform and said loudly, "Jie Sect rats, who dares to come and die?"

Randeng Daoren stepped out from the crowd and drifted forward.

His face held a look of compassion as he said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the Yin-Shang is without the Dao, and Xiqi's campaign against Shang is in accordance with the Heavenly Dao. Fellow Daoist Wang, you have set up an evil formation here with the intention of going against the heavens; you are destined to be on the list."

"So it is Teacher Randeng."

The corners of Wang Bian's mouth curled up with a mocking look: "This poor Daoist has heard that you originally wanted to take Yuanshi Shibo as your master, but Yuanshi Shibo would not accept you, yet still trusted you enough to appoint you as the Chanjiao Vice Sect Leader. I wonder if that is true or false?"

Randeng Daoren's pupils constricted, and a cold light flashed.

As one of the three thousand Red Dust Guests of Zixiao Palace, Randeng Daoren could be considered a Registered Disciple of Hongjun Daozu, of the same generation as Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yet he had shamelessly wanted to take him as a master, only to be rejected by Yuanshi Tianzun.

It could be said that this was the dark spot of his life.

Usually, no one would naturally mention this topic, but now Wang Bian had truly exposed this scar before the entire Honghuang; how could Randeng not be angry!

Although furious, Randeng Daoren did not let his head be clouded.

He only said indifferently, "More talk is useless. Enter the formation; Fellow Daoist should not miss the auspicious time to be on the list."

"That is exactly what this poor Daoist intends."

Wang Bian snorted coldly and turned to enter the Red Water Formation.

Randeng Daoren followed closely behind.

In the live stream room, everyone felt that breaking the formation and such was too boring; they couldn't see the specific process at all.

Originally, they had thought that this time breaking the formation would probably be the same as last time.

It should take at least the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

But in less than a minute, the Red Water Formation dissipated with a boom.

Randeng Daoren was calm and composed, holding Wang Bian's head in his hand, while the body lay at his feet. A hidden joy flashed in his eyes.

By killing Wang Bian, he had unexpectedly obtained the Flower Basket of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

Although it had no attack power, it was at least a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and still had many wonderful uses.

"Senior Brother!"

On the high platform before the Red Sand Formation, Zhang Shao cried out in grief.

On Sishui Pass, the Yin-Shang army was also in an uproar, because this speed was too fast.

Han Rong's expression changed suddenly, and he said urgently, "Immortal Zhao, how could Randeng Daoren break the formation so quickly? I fear he has another trump card."

A cold glint flickered in Zhao Gongming's eyes, and he said coldly, "Although Randeng Daoren is a Peak Great Luo, the chance of success in breaking the Red Water Formation is less than thirty percent; the most likely outcome is that he would have fled the formation in a sorry state.

But now, he has broken the formation so easily.

If this poor Daoist is not mistaken, my Shibo has lent him the Pangu Banner."

Although Zhao Gongming is honest and kind, he is no fool.

Please... you.... add to your library....!

He quickly guessed the key point.

He slammed a palm fiercely onto the city wall, shaking the entire pass city violently.

He was furious.

The Chan Sect is simply a group of shameless scoundrels.

Borrowing the Taiji Diagram from Laozi earlier was one thing, but now they have actually borrowed the Pangu Banner; do they really think that their Jie Sect has no Innate Supreme Treasure?

Randeng Daoren tossed Wang Bian's head aside casually and walked toward the Red Sand Formation.

His voice was calm, yet it carried a deep chill: "This poor Daoist knows that you brothers share a deep bond. Since fellow Daoist Wang Bian has already ascended the Investiture of the Gods, why don't you go accompany him, fellow Daoist Zhang, so that he won't be lonely on the Investiture of the Gods."

Zhang Shao said coldly: "A shameless wretch, daring to spout wild words before this poor Daoist; then enter..."

"Wait!"

Zhao Gongming interrupted Zhang Shao's words.

His figure flashed, and he appeared beside Zhang Shao, saying in a deep voice: "Randeng Daoren, you are a Peak Great Luo; coming to break the formation is already breaking the rules, yet you even borrowed the Pangu Banner. Do you really think my Jie Sect has no Innate Supreme Treasure?"

As Zhao Gongming's words fell, the Honghuang was in an uproar.

"What, the Pangu Banner! That is an Innate Supreme Treasure, the Dharma Treasure of the Yuanshi Saint for proving the Dao."

"I said so, the Red Water Formation is one of the Shidao Jiezhen personally taught by the Tongtian Saint, how could it be broken so easily? So it was because of the Pangu Banner."

"Hehe, this Chan Sect is as shameless as ever, using such methods."

Golden Turtle Island.

Watching the live broadcast, Tongtian Jiaozhu's expression was as calm as water, with sharp light flickering in his eyes.

The Pangu Banner!

He was truly puzzled, and also angry.

Why?

Why would Yuanshi Tianzun do this?

For the struggle between juniors, borrowing the Taiji Diagram was one thing.

This time he actually borrowed the Pangu Banner again; this is completely disregarding his reputation, insisting on killing his disciples.

He had thought that after three years of calm, Yuanshi Tianzun would restrain himself.

Now it seems he has become even more unscrupulous.

"Duobao!"

Thinking of this, Tongtian Jiaozhu parted his lips slightly.

Soon, Duobao Daoren hurried over and bowed, saying: "Master, did you summon this disciple?"

Tongtian Jiaozhu nodded, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the four Immortal Execution Swords and the formation map hovered in the great hall; although no aura erupted from them, it made Duobao Daoren feel his Primordial Spirit stinging.

"Go to Sishui Pass and lend your junior brother Zhao Gongming a hand!"

If Yuanshi Tianzun can disregard his reputation, he cannot just watch his disciples being killed one after another.

A sharp light flashed in Duobao Daoren's eyes: "Yes, Master."

West.

Lingshan.

Jieyin Daoren and Zhunti Daoren looked at each other and smiled.

The more Yuanshi Tianzun disregards his reputation, the more it shows he wants to surpass Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Then the conditions for what follows can be negotiated well. (End of this chapter)