The song of destiny begins.
The pages turn, revealing the person's life, finally settling on the page where the mother is captured and the sister and her brother are attacked by a monster during their escape.
His life hung by a thread, his body covered in death lines.
Yang Jian pushed his magical power and blood energy to the limit. His blood should have been boiling, but instead, his body felt a chill. An overwhelming crisis pressed down on him, like a celestial sword piercing his forehead.
"Ah!!" he roared furiously, raising his hand to wipe his forehead.
【Heaven's Will · Heaven's Eye】
Although he wasn't particularly strong, his own understanding combined with the Heavenly Eye bestowed upon him made him incredibly powerful.
Its gaze was dazzling, shooting out thousands of feet, enveloping the bronze spear that pierced the Book of Destiny.
Wherever the eye falls, space transforms from water into marble, and the river of time builds a dam, making it impossible for the bronze spear anchored to the book of destiny to move forward.
"Second Master!" The four people behind Yang Jian rushed forward, turning into streaks of light and pouncing on Li Changzhou.
Almost as soon as they pounced, the four of them were sent flying back with screams, spitting out blood.
They didn't even see the other side make a move.
"Second Brother!" Yang Chan, helpless with the fishing line, abandoned the Lotus Lantern that had been caught and rushed towards Li Changzhou.
Yang Jian shouted, "Stop!"
He dared not look away, staring intently at the bronze spear, pushing his internal magical power to its limit.
"Sir, we have no intention of fighting you!" he said loudly.
Li Changzhou raised his hand, and the bronze spear trembled slightly, turning into a ball of lightning. The next moment, the bronze spear was already stuck beside him.
Within the Heavenly Eye, the ball of lightning had not disappeared, remaining as if it were a physical entity.
The speed was so fast that Yang Jian's expression turned solemn, while Yang Chan and the other three were shocked and terrified.
Li Changzhou sized up the six people: Erlang Shen, the Third Holy Mother, and the others should be the Six Monsters of Meishan.
No, not entirely. Even if they followed Erlang Shen, with the aptitude of the six strange grass-root gods of Meishan, they wouldn't have reached the sixth holy city. They must be Yang Jian's newly recruited subordinates.
The former officials of the Heavenly Court should, in principle, be killed to avoid future trouble.
Before Erlang Shen left the Three Realms, he entrusted the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to Guanyin, asking her to pass it on, in case something happened to him and this sacred arcane art was lost.
Later, Guanyin passed on the profound skill to Li Changzhou.
Killing is out of the question.
As for subduing them, it wouldn't be a problem if it were just Erlang Shen alone, but with Yang Chan and four other Heavenly Realm experts following along, it would be too much of a burden.
Li Changzhou flicked his fishing hook and threw the Lotus Lantern toward Yang Chan.
"Thank you!" Yang Jian clasped his hands in thanks, then turned and left with the five of them.
Li Changzhou shook his head, casting his line again as he said, "I kindly spared your lives, yet you wouldn't even call me Your Majesty."
"Buzz!" The bronze spear vibrated.
It was very dissatisfied.
How could Erlang Shen possibly freeze someone who opposes him, as one of the ultimate divine arts?
Just now it tried to unleash the will of Heaven. With the power of Li Changzhou's nine instances of the will of Heaven, it would surely be able to forcefully pierce into the Book of Destiny.
In a brief exchange, he discerned that Erlang Shen had received divine intervention eight times.
Having passed through the fifth city, he should have reached the theoretical limit of nine times, greatly enhancing his life essence. Clearly, he distributed the pool water of the Mother's Origin Pool to Yang Chan and his subordinates.
Eight times versus nine times is not as simple as just increasing the number of repetitions.
Only by deepening one's understanding of the will of Heaven can one increase the number of times one can receive divine intervention; at the same time, the power of the divine will will multiply each time.
Eight times is no match for nine times. Erlang Shen sacrificed one chance to become an unparalleled powerhouse for his sister and subordinates.
Fortunately, Li Qianxia is more capable and prettier than Yang Chan, and also younger.
Li Changzhou was nonchalant, but Yang Jian and the other six who left were still shaken.
"Second Brother, is that the new Heavenly Emperor?" Yang Chan asked.
Yang Jian nodded with a serious expression.
"So powerful!" a Heavenly Realm expert couldn't help but exclaim. "Just sitting there, he suppressed us."
It was more than just suppression; it was a life-or-death crisis, and they all knew that.
Yang Chan felt uneasy and asked, "Second Brother, are you sure you can succeed?"
Yang Jian smiled gently and said, "Fight if you're an opponent, retreat if you're not. This isn't the Three Realms. Even the Jade Emperor, Buddha, and the Three Pure Ones have been defeated. What arrogance do I have left? Go as far as you can. The Holy City is full of opportunities. You don't necessarily have to become a saint."
"Hmm." Yang Chan felt slightly relieved, but then worried about Chen Xiang, who had been separated from her.
Normally, Yang Jian would have already seen through his sister's thoughts and comforted her, but now, his mind was filled with complicated emotions.
He vaguely realized that a slight difference in the maternal source pool could make all the difference.
Following Yang Chan, Li Changzhou caught 371 more participants, firmly holding the top spot in kill count.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
The other participants had all gone through bloody battles, conspiracies, and alliances before finally managing to kill one person and wipe out a team.
Only he would kill every fish he caught, and kill every fish he caught.
Except for a very few slippery ones that escaped and were too lazy to chase, the rest were no match for them.
"This is an unparalleled powerhouse!" exclaimed an ancient celestial being.
"The Crown Princess, Corpse Bone Gene, True Dragon, and others are not bad either; their strength completely overwhelms the other participants."
So far, no battles between peerless powerhouses have broken out, since the sixth holy city is determined by the number of enemies killed, not by life-or-death battles.
"It's such a pity that it would be more interesting if the True Dragon and the King of Black Mist were in the same starry sky."
"If these two were to get together, they would surely engage in a life-or-death battle, possessing a confidence that surpasses that of ordinary peerless experts."
"Why do you say that?" Youfanzhong didn't understand.
"Do you think they would give up their lives and their holy positions? No, so they are very confident in themselves and believe that they will definitely win."
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