Chapter 487: You Fight First, I

This stretch of the Wei River was emerald green, flowing past the Green Plains.

Lin Jue rode a white cloud here, looking up and down.

It was quite marvelous; when flying low and looking up at the sky, there were only a few white clouds, mostly blue sky. But when flying high and looking down through the cloud layer, it was an endless expanse of rolling cloud seas.

Celestial soldiers pressed down from the clouds, an unknown number of divine generals. Regardless of whether their armor was originally gold or silver, or how dazzling it had been, gathered together, they all became a vast, oppressive black mass.

Those were the orthodox celestial soldiers of the Nine Heavens, belonging to the command of the Heavenly Lord.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

The war drums were beaten like thunder, shaking the hearts and souls of men.

Yet, facing them was only one person.

Quite a few idle immortals were watching from far away, flying high up and looking down.

"Fellow Daoist, hurry! They've already started fighting. To call for you, I've arrived late!"

Daoist Qingxia sat on a black bear, treading on a white cloud, flying forward rapidly. Behind the white cloud trailed a thin, sharp tail.

Lin Jue followed behind, truly helpless.

This cloud of his was an ordinary white cloud; it could only go this fast.

Fortunately, he could already see the scene in the distance—

Three streaks of light flew in from different directions like lightning, converging at one point. In an instant, divine light erupted, electric snakes danced wildly, and a gale was whipped up, surging in all directions. The white clouds beneath their feet were torn to shreds with ease, and even the celestial army formation in the distance became unstable, with many soldiers being blown backward.

No sooner had they collided than they separated in different directions.

Looking closely, one could see they were three True Lords.

One held a pair of maces, one grasped a long spear, and another was even more peculiar, clutching a black dragon in both hands.

In the center was Yili Shenjun Fuchi.

He still wore his black-gold fine-scaled armor, with a cloak over it, and a sword sheath hanging at his waist. A long sword was gripped in his hand.

Only after flying closer did Lin Jue discover that besides the three True Lords, there were two other immortals and great gods on the periphery.

A thunderous voice rang out from afar:

"Three True Lords, the Five-Spirit Great Yili Shenjun, the Silver Mountain Ji Xianren Elder, and so many celestial soldiers—I fear that even I would find it difficult to kill you all before my divine power is exhausted, right?"

Lin Jue had heard this voice before.

It was indeed Yili Shenjun Fuchi.

Such words were truly heroic.

"Hurry over!"

Daoist Qingxia beckoned to him.

After Lin Jue flew over, he discovered two other immortals here. They looked somewhat familiar; it seemed they were among those who had come to watch the spectacle of him and the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Saint Protection fighting earlier.

"This is Daoist Bai Luan and True Man Moyu," Daoist Qingxia introduced him, then asked curiously, "Why didn't Fellow Daoist Master Meng Hua come?"

"Fellow Daoist Master Meng Hua calculated the 'Great Star River' some time ago and divined that he would face a 'calamity of blades and weapons.' Thus, he is in seclusion in the mountains, intending not to emerge until this great calamity of heaven and earth is over," said Daoist Bai Luan, who then smiled and bowed to Lin Jue. "Fellow Daoist Lin, I have admired you for a long time."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Lin."

"Greetings, two fellow daoists." Lin Jue thought about the "Great Star River," the "calamity of blades and weapons," and the "seclusion," returning their greetings. He then pointed to the fox at his feet. "This is my Fuyao."

"Greetings, fellow daoists!"

The fox mimicked his words, though its tone was much more solemn.

The few immortals heard this and looked at each other, all laughing heartily.

"Greetings, little fellow daoist..."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Fuyao..."

These were a few old immortals, not solemn and upright deities, nor fierce martial immortals who excelled in fighting. They were playful in their old age, yet kind and gentle.

As they spoke, the fierce battle in the distance never ceased.

It seemed that with the three True Lords as the main force, and the two immortals and great gods providing auxiliary support, they were using all sorts of methods and skills to surround and fight Yili Shenjun Fuchi.

All kinds of electric light and divine light flashed, booming and crashing. Coupled with the black mass of celestial soldiers in the distance, it truly had the appearance of the celestial army descending to wage war as described in myths and legends.

Gusts of wind blew over one after another. Even from tens of miles away, it still caused the cloud waves beneath everyone's feet to ripple incessantly, their sleeves to dance, and their hair to flutter. Sometimes, even their facial features were distorted by the wind.

"This wind is so strong..."

"Indeed. Originally, the fruits I planted had ripened, and I had thought about bringing some over for you fellow daoists to taste. But thinking that Yili Shenjun Fuchi is waging war, it is better for us to be cautious."

"Why is Yili Shenjun Fuchi alone?" Lin Jue asked.

"Fellow Daoist, you have only just attained the True Path, so you are unaware. Yili Shenjun Fuchi is naturally unruly and unwilling to be restrained. However, before he attained the True Path, he practiced under the Great Emperor Zi Xu, and was considered his disciple—at the time, the Great Emperor Zi Xu was only a True Man. Later, the Great Emperor Zi Xu became a Great Emperor, governing the North, and Yili Shenjun Fuchi's reputation became illustrious, so the Great Emperor Zi Xu summoned him. Yili Shenjun Fuchi could not refuse. It just so happened that the demons and monsters in the North had been extremely rampant, so he agreed to subdue demons and eliminate monsters for him."

Daoist Qingxia kept his eyes fixed on that direction, unwilling to look away, answering as he watched.

"However, Yili Shenjun Fuchi is unwilling to get involved in such struggles over divine incense and orthodoxy. It is just that in recent years, the True Lords and deities under the Heavenly Lord have become increasingly degenerate and behave too outrageously. Furthermore, the Great Emperor Zi Xu promised him that once he ascended to the central throne of the Nine Heavens, he would allow him to resign from his post as Husheng Husheng Zhenjun and return to the human world to practice. That is why he came here alone. As for the other True Lords and divine generals of the North, they should be fighting the South at this time."

"So that's how it is."

Just then, the Five-Spirit Great Yili Shenjun pressed his hands down, and golden light rippled across the heaven and earth in the distance for nearly ten miles, like water waves, reflecting the rolling white clouds beneath their feet into gold.

It was not the gold of the setting sun, but the metallic texture of yellow gold.

Lin Jue and the other immortals, as well as those further away, were all far off and not within the golden light, so they naturally did not know how it felt. They only felt that within the golden light, there seemed to be infinite resistance and endless mystery. The white clouds in that area rolled more slowly, the wind blew more sluggishly, and Yili Shenjun Fuchi's movements began to grow sluggish.

But the three True Lords, Baosheng, Youling, and Jiling, were unaffected.

"Is that the Five-Spirit Great Yili Shenjun's signature technique, the Jin Guang Iron Sea?"

"What else could it be?"

Then they saw the Silver Mountain Ji Xianren Elder pluck a few hairs and point with his hand. Those few hairs immediately flew out, growing larger and longer, transforming into long silver needles that flew toward Yili Shenjun Fuchi like dragons and snakes.

"Is that the Silver Mountain Ji Xianren Elder's Silver Snake?"

"Fellow Daoist has a sharp eye!"

The few immortals watched with great relish.

Lin Jue also listened attentively.

Before, when he was fighting the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Saint Protection, he had sometimes faintly heard the immortals in the distance discussing things. He had not expected that now, when he listened again, he would be in a different position.

This feeling was quite marvelous.

Just as he was thinking this, thousands of silver needles flashed in the air and reached Yili Shenjun Fuchi.

It was unknown how many silver needles struck the Yili Shenjun in the center. It was unknown whether the needles pierced through and came out the other side, or struck the Yili Shenjun and deformed, or were deflected and slid away. One could only see a streak of silver light suddenly appear within the golden light.

In an instant, the silver light dissipated, and the Yili Shenjun's figure remained.

Only his armor was a few pieces more broken.

Immediately after, the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Saint Protection flew over rapidly, holding golden maces. He turned his waist in mid-air and struck at Yili Shenjun Fuchi's head with both maces simultaneously.

"Boom!"

Yili Shenjun Fuchi raised his sword to block, and was also knocked flying.

And in that direction, the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Youling flew over holding a long spear in both hands, stabbing directly at Yili Shenjun Fuchi's chest.

How strong was the power of a Husheng Husheng Zhenjun?

The long spear pierced directly through Yili Shenjun Fuchi's armor.

Many of the watching immortals were greatly shocked.

Could it be that Yili Shenjun Fuchi was about to be defeated?

Seeing this, the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Jiling immediately released the black dragon from his waist.

"Roar..."

A dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth. The black dragon instantly grew larger, at least a hundred zhang long, moving freely through the golden light and cloud sea, fiercely pouncing toward Yili Shenjun Fuchi.

The black dragon happened to block the view of the few people here.

However, in the next instant, they saw the fiercely swimming, claw-waving, and ferociously charging black dragon suddenly stop. This sudden stop was by no means its intention. Immediately afterward, it was like a small snake, knocked flying backward by a tremendous force, spinning continuously as it flew far away.

Also knocked flying along with it was the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Youling.

The wind and clouds suddenly ceased, and the scene in that direction was immediately revealed.

They saw Yili Shenjun Fuchi standing in place. His black-gold fine-scaled armor on his chest had shattered, but the spear that could split mountains and pierce peaks had not brought him any injury.

The armor shattered and fell, dropping into the clouds.

Yili Shenjun Fuchi wore his cloak, sheathed the long sword in his hand, and beckoned with his hand. With a flash of luster, a black-gold great halberd appeared out of thin air.

"Quite interesting..."

"It's a pity that you don't know that the most fragile and unbearable thing on this Lord's body is this suit of armor."

The Yili Shenjun roared angrily and charged directly at the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Youling.

"Boom!"

The golden light iron sea filling the sky shattered instantly.

The Five-Spirit Great Yili Shenjun was greatly shocked and pressed his hands down again.

Golden light filled the heaven and earth once more.

Then he did not dare to stop at all, and pressed his other hand down as well.

"Hum..."

Where the magic power reached, mystery followed.

Within the golden light, there was an extra hint of gray.

This heaven and earth seemed to be aging as well.

Yili Shenjun Fuchi traveled through as divine light, the great halberd in his hand aimed straight at the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun of Youling's chest. Even though the golden light reappeared, it could not hinder him, but his temples began to show a few streaks of white.

"Hmm?"

In an instant, the Yili Shenjun disappeared.

The Five-Spirit Great Yili Shenjun's eyes widened in great shock, and he hurriedly turned his head to look around.

He only heard a muffled sound—

When he looked down again, a great halberd had already pierced through his chest.

"What a 'Bai Yun-Smoke Age Barrier'!" Daoist Qingxia shook his head. "It's a pity he ran into Yili Shenjun Fuchi..."

"Sigh, what a fine great god. How difficult it is to practice, and how high his skills are, yet he insists on getting involved in the struggle for incense of the Great Emperor."

Lin Jue did not even dare to blink.

The fox beside him was the same.

After this battle, one side would surely be defeated.

His own fox inherited the great supernatural powers of the demon race's great power, Lady Lady Yao Hua. Therefore, he came to watch the battle, besides being bored and wanting to see the spectacle, he also wanted to see if he could pick up a leak.

Immortals have calamities; when they encounter a calamity, they must meet the move with a move.

For example, the "Fellow Daoist Master Meng Hua" mentioned by the few immortals earlier had a calamity of blades and weapons. He was clearly not good at fighting and lacked the skills to deal with such a calamity, but he had other skills, which was to calculate his own calamity through the "Great Star River" and then hide away, hoping to avoid it.

Lin Jue would also have calamities, different calamities.

To meet the move with a move, one must have moves.

That was why he had specifically brought the fox along.

At this moment, he was concentrating, not blinking, secretly analyzing in his heart, silently making his selection.