Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

Upon seeing this scene, Ying Zheng felt a chill run down his spine!
No wonder the path to immortality for humans could be suppressed. The so-called Investiture of the Gods is actually like this, devoid of any auspicious signs, filled with resentment and ferocity!
That makes sense, after all, it was an important object that once triggered a great calamity of reckoning between heaven and earth, how could it be sacred? It's just a glorious illusion propagated by the three realms.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes.

He did not act rashly, but first used the original imperial city to protect himself, and then carefully explored around the bone stele.

Finally, a glint flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes, and he discovered that the golden chains surrounding the Investiture of the Gods were the key to the seal.

After confirming, Ying Zheng did not hesitate, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to unleash the Great Art of Transformation.

The manifested Dharma body lifted and manifested the primordial imperial city, unleashing it with unparalleled power!

This Dharma body transformed into divine light, propelling the primordial imperial city to cleave through the black waves and crash into a chain on the Investiture of the Gods!
The outcome is unpredictable!
boom!
The divine light collided with the bottom of the golden chains, instantly unleashing a deafening roar like a landslide or a tsunami!
The terrifying sound wave shook the heavens and earth, triggering an extremely vast energy radiance!

The divine light clashed with the black energy, triggering an incomparably powerful backlash!
In that instant, it was as if a million volcanoes were erupting at the same time!
Terrifying magical power engulfed the heavens!
However, this power is not the fiery red of a volcano, but a dark red!

It was like lava from hell, burning away all the heavens!

Almost at the very moment that Ying Zheng's physical body lifted the primordial imperial city and slammed into the chains!

Within the Three Realms, there are countless celestial beings.

No matter where you are, what you do, or how much you have cultivated yourself.

Their bodies trembled violently.

His face showed utter horror!
who?

The Investiture of the Gods is being animated!!!
………………

Boom!

A deafening roar!

A terrifying sound wave exploded between heaven and earth!

When Ying Zheng touched the Investiture of the Gods, he combined his Great Freedom Technique with the Primordial Imperial City to launch a terrifying attack!
In the distance, in the human realm under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.

Yang Jian, his robes fluttering, returned from Mount Hua.

He remained silent throughout the journey, leading the newly awakened Third Holy Mother to Chenxiang's residence.

As they walked, the newly awakened Holy Mother looked at Yang Jian with worry.

"Big brother..."

"By acting in this way, you will be violating the heavenly laws just like I have..."

When she was previously suppressed on Mount Hua, the Third Holy Mother hated Yang Jian intensely, believing that he had yielded to the Heavenly Court's decree and disregarded kinship and blood ties, thus imprisoning her under the mountain.

However, as the Third Holy Mother gradually calmed down, she slowly came to understand Yang Jian's good intentions.

When they saw him make his move, he stood in the sky and cleaved Mount Hua in two with his fingers.

He rescued her from her predicament and held her tightly in his arms. Only then did she realize how much suffering this older brother, who was only a few years older than her, had endured over the years.

Halfway there, the Third Holy Mother suddenly stopped in mid-air, biting her red lips and her eyes turning red.

"No, we can't leave like this. Brother, if you sever Mount Hua, the Heavenly Court will surely notice and hunt you down!"

"I've already made a mistake once, I can't afford to make another one!"

"Big brother!"

"Restore me to Mount Hua! While there's still time!"

Seeing Yang Chan's condition, Yang Jian refused without hesitation and led her towards the familiar village.

"It doesn't matter."

"They are holding a Peach Banquet and have no time to cause us trouble."

"But once the Peach Banquet is over, the Heavenly Court will definitely come knocking. We are no match for them!" Yang Chan anxiously grabbed Yang Jian.

"I've made a mistake once, and I'll never make it again!"

Seeing this, Yang Jian smiled slightly. He strode forward, condensing fragments of time in one hand and scattering spatial debris in the other.

With a touch of his finger to Yang Chan's brow, his previously stagnant magical energy gradually revived.

Yang Jian's long hair flowed freely, his body was crystal clear and dazzling, and his sea-like magical power surged and ebbed, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

"Don't worry, after the Peach Banquet, they will be even less able to pay attention to us."

"The Heavenly Court is long since decayed and is no longer the Heavenly Court of the past."

"You are not wrong."

"What's wrong with spending time with the one you love?"

"With me here, no one can stop me."

"Even the Heavenly Court is not acceptable."

Yang Jian spoke calmly. A gentle breeze swept by, and the surrounding scenery rushed past. The Third Holy Mother began to sob softly, clinging tightly to Yang Jian. Yang Jian used the "Traveling Word Secret Technique" to traverse the sky, leaving a dazzling trail of light in the heavens like a divine sword piercing through the clouds, before disappearing into the distance in an instant.

'brush!!'

The intense light was boiling.

Yang Jian stopped in an ancient village and came to a farmhouse.

Slowly push open the door.

Inside sat a teenager.

It is agarwood.

Upon first seeing Yang Jian, Chen Xiang was taken aback, then his expression darkened, but before he could speak...

Yang Chan rushed forward from behind and hugged Chen Xiang tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Chenxiang!"

The boy froze, staring at the person who had suddenly pounced on him, somewhat flustered and at a loss, but mostly in disbelief.

Yang Jian reached out and gently rubbed the top of Chenxiang's head, his voice gentle.

"I have brought back the person you have been longing for."

Yang Chan's cheeks were wet with tears as she cupped Chen Xiang's face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably: "He's gotten so thin... so thin... my child..."

Upon hearing this, the boy finally came to his senses, staring at Yang Chan in disbelief, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Then she burst into tears and rushed forward!
"Mother!"

"I miss you so much!"

Mother and son were reunited. Yang Jian took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and walked out the door.

Not long after, Liu Yanchang, who had rushed back from the fields after hearing the news from the villagers, appeared in the distance.

He was covered in sweat and cement, his face was dark, and his still relatively clear eyes were filled with disbelief.

He saw Yang Jian standing in front of the door, looking at that heroic young man, unsure of what to do with his hands.

He hurriedly wiped the sweat and dirt from his face, his respect tinged with excitement, his fear mixed with resentment. Finally, he straightened his back and stepped forward, taking a deep breath:
"Erlang Zhenjun, may I ask..."

Before he could finish speaking, two cries could be heard coming from the house behind Yang Jian.

It was a household name.

The man looked on in disbelief. He rushed to the door, but fearing it was a dream, he quickly pulled back and slapped himself hard.

"It's not a dream..."

The man murmured to himself, feeling a surge of bitterness in his chest.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."

He trembled as he slid slowly down the corner of the wall, curled up into a ball, and pressed his ear against the door.

In an instant, tears streamed down her face, and she hugged her arms and wept silently.

Yang Jian stood quietly to one side, his clothes fluttering, his long hair flowing freely, exuding heroic spirit. He looked at Liu Yanchang, still somewhat puzzled.

As the younger sister of the God of War in Heaven, Yang Chan, who is showered with love and affection, how could she fall in love with such a mortal man?

The man bit his lip so hard that he dared not make a sound and disturb the two people inside.

Yang Jian seemed to understand a little more.

As he was pondering, Yang Jian suddenly turned his head and looked sharply towards the direction of the Heavenly Court!

His aura erupted without warning, causing the ancient trees in the courtyard to sway and their leaves to flutter!

Liu Yanchang was startled and quickly spread his arms to protect the doorway, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Erlang Zhenjun!"

"This time, I will absolutely not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian casually picked him up and threw him into a water vat not far away.

Then he pushed open the door.

Yang Chan stared at Yang Jian in horror. Just now, she had felt a wave of palpitations that pierced her soul.

"Big brother, what is this...?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "It's alright."

"It must have been my friends who made the move." (End of Chapter)