A radiant golden avenue, suddenly erupted from the distant horizon.

The avenue spanned across the Star Realm and appeared above many people’s heads.

Prompting countless people to raise their puzzled gaze.

Then they saw on that golden avenue, a strikingly handsome person, wielding the Three-Pointed Two-Bladed Knife, traversing the void.

Beside him, there was a majestic, unparalleled black dog accompanying him!

As soon as they appeared, they stirred the world, causing countless beings to marvel.

"That silhouette!! That silhouette!!"

"It’s the silhouette from the True Monarch Temple!!"

"It’s the legendary True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, it’s the legendary True Monarch Erlang!!"

As a fleshly Saint from the Gods Sealing Era, as a fierce figure from the Journey to the West era who followed instructions but not declarations, Yang Jian was too famous in this world, to the point that many places have his temples and statues.

Coupled with the Three-Pointed Two-Bladed Knife, with the divine dog beside him.

Such a setup easily reveals his origins.

Naturally, it caused an uproar.

Even many reclusive powerful beings were startled.

"Is that Yang Jian, the Erlang God? Can it really be him?"

"He hasn’t been seen in the world for at least over 200,000 years, right?"

"The latest news about him was from the competition for the Saint seat, saying that the Heaven-Barking Dog appeared in the Demon Realm. Unexpectedly, today, True Monarch Erlang has also manifested again!"

"Heavens, it’s truly unbelievable..."

Countless ancient beings who once witnessed the splendor of True Monarch Erlang, were so moved that their voices trembled.

Even those who were defeated by Yang Jian in the past looked at the opponent who vanished for an era, unable to help but feel nostalgic.

From Divine Enthronement to the Journey to the West, disregarding those Saints.

The ones who left many legends in the world were none other than Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Erlang God, most famous.

Not to mention the former two, who have always been active in the world; although with True Sun Wukong becoming a Quasi-Saint in the South Sea, people realized the Buddha Country’s was fake, yet in people’s minds, Sun Wukong and Nezha never disappeared.

Only Yang Jian.

He truly vanished after the Celestial Court collapsed, for nearly 300,000 years.

Now, as he returns to the world, those from the past are naturally filled with mixed emotions.

However, while some rejoice, others are inevitably infuriated.

Like the Nine Nether Ao, which was wounded again in this seat competition and withdrew unwillingly but remained hidden in the dark. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It fervently hoped that Venerable Emperor Chong’en would fail in the Saint tribulation, so it might have another chance.

Just then, it discovered that the Daoist Court was facing a great catastrophe.

Already harboring grievances with the Lord of the Dao Court, it naturally seized the opportunity to watch the chaos and gloat.

Who would have thought, Erlang God appeared at this moment!

His purpose was obvious!

"What to do..."

Watching the man and the dog heading straight into the Daoist Court, Nine Nether Ao’s complexion fluctuated, pondering pensively.

At that moment, the Daoist Court was already in chaos.

Even in the darkness, Lin Heng, relying on his perception, managed to block numerous celestial tribulations.

Yet within the Eastern Domain, continents were still sporadically attacked.

The Daoist Court’s citizens, already anxious and uneasy, naturally became even more terrified under such circumstances.

With the jurisdiction’s panic, the Celestial Dragon of Fortune was inevitably the first to be affected!

It should have been mighty, but now, it had completely withered.

Lin Heng could feel it, it had reached the tipping point, ready to disperse at any moment.

But Lin Heng had no solution.

"Is it really inevitable?" Lin Heng furrowed his brow, murmuring to himself, for the first time wavering in his conviction.

Yet just at this moment.

A cold voice emanated from the darkness.

"Cultivation is inherently defying heaven; if destiny cannot be altered, why bother cultivating? Go home and farm sooner!"

As soon as this voice sounded.

Lin Heng, Sun Wukong, Nezha, Shen Gongbao, all jolted.

"Yang Jian?!"

The voice did not respond to them but instead a surge of Holy Soldier aura erupted.

That aura.

Lin Heng was too familiar with it.

Because he had been protected by it, and had been struck by it.

It was, the Treasure Lotus Lamp!

As soon as the Treasure Lotus Lamp emerged, the flame within its wick blazed fiercely.

From starlight to sunrise, swiftly dispelling darkness and illuminating the world.

Boom!!

Under the divine might of the Treasure Lotus Lamp, the entire Daoist Court was finally illuminated.

The darkness retreated like a tide, like startled birds, swiftly receding.

The entire process took less than one incense stick.

All darkness was completely dispelled.

The Daoist Court once again manifested in the world, and beings regained their sight.

At this moment, countless wept tears of joy.

Too despairing.

Previously, the darkness was too despairing.

Many beings believed the apocalypse had arrived.

Fortunately, there was finally a time when clouds dispersed and fog cleared.

Surviving this crisis allowed the Daoist Court’s citizens to see hope, no longer fearful.

The Celestial Dragon of Fortune, close to dispersal, also finally held on valiantly.

Even Shen Gongbao and other Immortals’ gazes focused on that silhouette in the sky.

He held the Treasure Lotus Lamp in his palm, the wick’s flame illuminating the world, helping the Daoist Court dispel all darkness.

"Second brother..." Seeing the old comrade again, Nezha was full of emotion.

"He really came after all..." Sun Wukong couldn’t help but sigh.

"Truly, he is the first among his generation praised by masters..." Shen Gongbao felt mixed emotions.

The Ox Demon King suddenly realized, "Previously, focusing entirely on worldly pupil skills, I forgot the Treasure Lotus Lamp can reveal through any darkness."

"Indeed." Tianpeng and others also smiled in sentiment, unexpected that it was Yang Jian with the Treasure Lotus Lamp who resolved this crisis in the end.

"You’ve helped me once again."

High in the Thirty-Three Heavens, Lin Heng, looking at Yang Jian before him, was filled with emotion.

Yang Jian remained indifferent: "Didn’t the Ancestral Master Shangqing remind you to be wary of me?"

Lin Heng didn’t hide: "They did."

Yang Jian’s expression flickered, becoming even colder.

But the next second, he heard Lin Heng say: "But Ancestral Master Shangqing also said, whether it’s you or me, it’s all for Daoism. Our rivalry is merely an internal matter."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian’s eyelids seemed to slightly tremble, but he didn’t say much, instead raised his eyes to look up, then down, then expressionlessly said:

"The tribulation must be thoroughly eliminated."

"You handle above, I handle below."

As he spoke, his figure descended like a comet, crashing beneath the Daoist Court, heading straight into the Netherworld Region.

Lin Heng, without hesitation, left the Celestial Dragon of Fortune, shooting alone into the depths of the Celestial Domain.

In those two places, wars erupted.

The world could not see, only those at the Quasi-Saint level could glimpse a corner.

They were rampaging in the Thunder Pool.

"As in the rumors, Yang Jian has indeed reached an astonishing level..."

"Daoism might truly flourish..."

Various Quasi-Saints whispered, their brows filled with worry.