#826 - Temple of the True Lord
Great Desolation Death Ground, Evergreen Immortal Palace.
As a gentle white light illuminated, a vast, dense mass of figures appeared out of thin air above the Neon Light Realm, blotting out the sky and accompanied by a chorus of dog barks, instantly attracting the attention of all the immortals in the Neon Light Realm.
“What the heck, why did the Alliance Leader suddenly bring back so many dogs?”
“Wait a minute, these dogs aren't ordinary dogs. Each one's cultivation is terrifyingly high. There are some whose exact strength I can't even detect. And I'm an Immortal King!”
“So what if you're an Immortal King? This old man is an Immortal Emperor, and there are still a few whose cultivation I can't detect. Hiss… could it be… Emperor-level?”
The Four Sages, who had come upon hearing the commotion, also wore expressions of shock.
Chu Aotian asked suspiciously, “Gongyang Jin, haven't you brought all the core figures of your demon path here? How could so many demon beasts suddenly appear, and even Emperor-level ones?”
Gongyang Jin also looked puzzled.
I haven't seen these dogs either!
“Wow, such cute doggies! Mom, I want to ride the big dog!”
A three- or four-year-old toddler next to Qin Weiwei looked at the dense mass of canine immortal beasts above, his eyes shining. He was about to rush up when Qin Weiwei grabbed him.
Although these immortal beasts and demon beasts were brought by the Alliance Leader, each one possessed extraordinary strength. Her child's cultivation was still low, so it would be troublesome if something happened.
Some children directly stared at the White Bone Yang Jian in the center of the crowd, their eyes shining: “White Bone Spirit, Mom, it's the White Bone Spirit!”
Several children were already yelling and about to rush up, wanting to reenact Sun Wukong's Three Beatings of the White Bone Spirit, but their mothers quickly grabbed them back.
White Bone Yang Jian felt the misty and rich immortal spiritual energy around him, feeling comfortable and nostalgic, but hearing the children's innocent words, he couldn't help but smile wryly.
Has the dignified Erlang Manifesting Sage Lord become the White Bone Spirit?
He hadn't been in contact with the outside world for far too long, and he had even forgotten how to communicate with people.
“The aptitude of these people…”
White Bone Yang Jian scanned the crowd, a look of surprise flashing in his vertical pupils.
He was horrified to discover that the aptitude of most of these immortals was surprisingly good. Some had even touched the edge of the Divine Body and had the potential to become gods on their own, which greatly shocked him.
Could this all be Senior Qingyun's methods?
Nurturing a spiritual fetus, even gods would find such a divine power difficult to achieve.
“Woof woof!”
“Alliance Leader, who is this?”
Qin Changqing revealed a look of doubt.
The Black Robe Avatar said indifferently: “Changqing, this is the ancient god Yang Jian. From today onwards, he will also be a member of our Evergreen Alliance. You are responsible for arranging his residence, and you must not be negligent!”
God!
Hearing these words, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and everyone revealed an expression of incomparable shock.
This white bone skeleton with a red eye on its head was actually an ancient god?
Really?
Just now, everyone had already noticed White Bone Yang Jian. At first, they thought he was some unlucky fellow who had strayed into a dog den and been gnawed into bones, but they didn't expect him to be a god!
This was a legendary ancient god!
An existence even above the Five Sages.
In recent days, the situation of Nameless had already spread throughout the entire immortal realm. Everyone knew that the current Nameless possessed power comparable to that of an ancient god, and he had obviously obtained some incredible opportunity.
Some people speculated whether Nameless had obtained the inheritance of some ancient evil god, otherwise how could he have suddenly become so eerily evil and his strength soared?
Inheritance is inheritance, but now, standing in front of them, was a true ancient god!
No one doubted the words of the Black Robe Avatar. They had absolute trust in the Alliance Leader.
If the Alliance Leader said he was a god, then he was a god!
“Yang Jian?”
Hearing these words, the children revealed a look of doubt.
Qin Qishuo couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion: “Why does this name sound so familiar? It seems like the same name as the Erlang God that Dad told us about back then!”
Qin Qiming nodded, also looking suspicious: “It does sound a bit similar, and the Erlang God that Dad told us about had a third eye on his forehead.”
Qin Qigang was full of excitement: “No way, no way, could this be the legendary Erlang God Yang Jian! Could it be that the gods in those stories that Dad told us back then are all real?”
Qin Qishuo slapped his thigh, even more excited: “If Erlang God Yang Jian is real, then does that mean the Azure Beast of Konoha also exists in this world?”
Qin Changqing, who also caught this sentence, couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Son, you're thinking a bit too much.
At least the myths and legends that I told back then were based on something, but those anime are purely imaginary creations, okay?
White Bone Yang Jian turned his head in surprise to look at the children discussing around him, feeling astonished in his heart.
The great calamity of the ancient times had already obliterated the traces of the existence of the gods, and so much time had passed. How did these children know about him?
Could it be that even though I left, my legend still remains in the world?
“Another god has been resurrected in this world. It seems that the world is really going to change!”
Qiu Hongjun stared at the red vertical pupil on White Bone Yang Jian's forehead, somewhat grateful for the decision he had made before.
Fortunately, they had now joined the Evergreen Alliance. Otherwise, with the continuous resurrection of gods in this immortal realm, the Five Sages, as the overlords of the immortal realm, would definitely be the first to be targeted. Nameless was a lesson learned.
The other party was a god. Could they escape once and still escape a second time?
Chu Aotian and the other two also had complicated expressions.
They had always thought that they had reached the peak of cultivation in the immortal realm, but the continuous resurrection of ancient gods made them deeply realize their ignorance and insignificance.
In front of the gods, their petty cultivation was simply not worth mentioning!
The appearance of a god made the entire Evergreen Immortal Palace boil. Everyone couldn't help but run over to admire the visage of the god, but when they saw Yang Jian, who was only left with a white bone body, they were somewhat disappointed.
Why does this god look so miserable?
White Bone Yang Jian didn't mind this at all. On the contrary, he liked the atmosphere here very much. He hadn't been in contact with the outside world for too long, and now seeing so many people, his heart was filled with joy.
Howling Celestial Dog was even more of a natural, constantly wagging its tail to show its goodwill to everyone. Its cute appearance immediately caused a group of children to scream, and they generously took out large amounts of spiritual food from their storage rings to feed it. Howling Celestial Dog's eyes shone, and it accepted everything, plunging into the pile of spiritual food and drilling around, so happy that it was about to ascend to heaven.
For it, who had been lonely for too many years, this place was simply heaven!
Now, where was there even a trace of the demeanor of Howling Celestial Dog? It was simply a living pet, allowing the children to stroke it, and it still looked full of enjoyment.
White Bone Yang Jian was also somewhat speechless about this.
You are a dignified divine dog, do you not want your dignity anymore?
Qin Changqing led White Bone Yang Jian to a magnificent palace. This was what he had immediately cleared out after he learned of Yang Jian's existence, and he had also thoughtfully hung up a plaque with the words “True Lord Divine Palace”.
White Bone Yang Jian looked up at the plaque hanging high above his head, stunned, the red vertical pupil in his brow contracting for a while, his mind somewhat dazed.
After a long while, White Bone Yang Jian sighed softly: “Fellow Daoist Changqing, you are kind. The so-called Erlang True Lord has become a thing of the past. The current me is just a useless person who has been cast down into the mortal world…”
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