Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1257 - 868 First Emperor! _2

Then, the entire array was activated, the stars in the sky began to rotate, and endless starlight descended, evolving into a gigantic constellation that enveloped the Kunpeng Ancestor within, aiming to refine him.

At the same time, the Martial Dao puppets inside the city drew their bows and launched a torrent of arrows, raining down upon him.

The Great Qin Arrow Formation is invincible under heaven!

On the ground, millions of Martial Dao puppets at the Innate Dao Monarch level formed the Great Qin Arrow Formation and shot towards him, while in the sky, the Cycle Star Array transformed into constellations, binding his body and suppressing his magical powers.

If it had been the true body of the Kunpeng Ancestor, he naturally would not have feared these attacks. However, what had come here was merely one of his avatars with cultivation only at the late Quasi-Saint stage, facing such fierce offense, it was likely not to last long before being blasted into fragments.

"The Kunpeng Ancestor has also arrived; things are getting more interesting in Xianyang City." Jiang Chen had been watching the Kunpeng Ancestor, but with a glance from the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted Yun Zhongzi: "No, Yun Zhongzi is here too."

Compared to the peril Randeng and the Kunpeng Ancestor among others were facing, Yun Zhongzi was undoubtedly faring much better; he seemed like a specter wandering the city, walking slowly yet going unnoticed by everyone.

"The divine powers of Saints are truly beyond imagination!"

Jiang Chen knew that Yun Zhongzi’s ability to do this was not because of his great skill or strength but due to secret methods bestowed upon him by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, which allowed him to walk leisurely in a dangerous place like Xianyang City.

"How could you wander so leisurely on my Human Race’s territory?"

The relationship between the Human Race and the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign was notoriously bad, so Jiang Chen felt no need for reserve and immediately decided to make a move against Yun Zhongzi upon seeing him.

"Break!"

Jiang Chen didn’t know what kind of methods the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign had placed on Yun Zhongzi, but he could guess that if Yun Zhongzi encountered danger, those methods would certainly be triggered. Therefore, he went all out on Yun Zhongzi!

A Heavenly Dao hairpin transformed into a seven-colored longsword that silently appeared in Jiang Chen’s hands.

Then, an earth-shattering streak of sword light erupted, as if slicing through time and space, it directly appeared in front of Yun Zhongzi.

The name of this sword move was "Sever," a supreme sword technique created by the Upper Qing Saints, imbued with the intent of severing the lifeforce of Heaven and Earth.

"Not good!"

Jiang Chen’s sword was swift, so swift that it surpassed Yun Zhongzi’s thoughts. Only when the sword struck him did he realize what had happened.

However, his reaction, though not as fast as Jiang Chen’s sword light, was superseded by the methods left by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign on his body, which were even faster than his thoughts. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The moment the sword light struck Yun Zhongzi, a jade-colored celestial light burst forth, firmly blocking the sword light, not allowing it to advance an inch.

"Yu Qing celestial light, huh?"

Jiang Chen felt helpless in his heart; the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign had indeed made thorough preparations for his disciple’s trip here.

The Yu Qing celestial light, personally reinforced by him, could not be broken even by Great Divine Transcendents; Jiang Chen’s sword light was strong, but he could do nothing to Yun Zhongzi.

"It seems that the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign is adamantly determined to seize the Twelve Golden Figures. To weaken my strength, the old man really has exerted quite an effort."

The better prepared Yun Zhongzi was, the more Jiang Chen could sense the determination of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, who would rather lose face than fail to snatch away the Twelve Golden Figures or destroy them outright.

The reason why the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign was so persistent, Jiang Chen roughly understood, likely had something to do with the competition over the Ghost Immortal Dao.

At that time, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign was stubborn, insisting on pitting the Yu Qing branch against the Shangqing branch to decide the ownership of the Ghost Immortal Dao.

In fact, there was no comparison at all because all disciples of the Yu Qing branch put together were no match for Jiang Chen.

But the harsh words of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign had already been spoken, and if he were to lose just like that, he would probably become the laughingstock of the Three Realms. Therefore, he could not lose, or at least, he could not lose too easily.

Thus, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign set his sights on the Twelve Golden Figures of the First Emperor. If he could destroy this treasure, it would be tantamount to weakening Jiang Chen’s strength.

If this treasure were to be taken, it would not only weaken Jiang Chen’s strength but also bolster the power of one’s own side.

The purpose of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s dispatching Yun Zhongzi here was precisely this. If there was an opportunity to seize the twelve Golden Men, then they would take them; if not, they would destroy them. In any case, they must not be left to Jiang Chen.

"Fellow Daoist Yun Zhongzi, enjoy your time here at your leisure, I shall take my leave first."

Having understood the intentions of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, Jiang Chen had no desire to entangle with Yun Zhongzi further, thus he created an incarnation to keep him occupied while he himself proceeded first into the Xianyang palace.

With the Path Mirror protecting his body, Jiang Chen encountered no obstacles and walked into the Xianyang palace. Then, before his very eyes, there appeared twelve colossal Golden Men.

They had cold expressions, their bodies enshrouded in golden light with powerful runes floating upon them, and a thick Sha Qi permeating the air, exerting a daunting pressure on anyone who laid eyes on them.

These were the twelve Golden Men, the supreme treasures crafted by the First Emperor. To a certain extent, they were akin to weakened Ancestral Witches, their power comparable to that of Barbarian Ancestors within the same realm.

It was certain that the twelve Golden Men were not equivalent to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this was beyond doubt.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were the children of Pangu, nurtured by Pangu’s Heart into Innate Saints. How could man-made Magic Treasures compare to them?

Upon closer observation, Jiang Chen could clearly sense the strength of these twelve Golden Men, each possessing combat power comparable to that of an Innate Dao Sovereign at complete fulfillment.

Furthermore, these twelve Golden Men could form the God-killing Array of Dutian, elevating their combat power further and unleashing terror akin to late-stage Quasi-Saints.

Saying the twelve Golden Men were lesser than the Twelve Ancestral Witches was due to this; if the Twelve Ancestral Witches were at this level and formed the God-killing Array of Dutian, their strength could match against Quasi-Saints at complete fulfillment.

The God-killing Array of Dutian could only unleash its full potential in the hands of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, directly advancing an entire major realm.

What does that mean? It means that no matter what realm the Twelve Ancestral Witches were in, as soon as they formed the God-killing Array of Dutian, their strength would immediately rise by one major realm.

In other words, when the Twelve Ancestral Witches first attained the level of Quasi-Saints, they already had the power to contend with Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial. And when they became Great Divine Transcendents, Saints were no longer regarded by them.

Alas, Mother Earth’s transformation into Reincarnation resulted in an imperfection in the God-killing Array of Dutian, no longer capable of ascending a major realm. Otherwise, during the decisive battle between the Witch and Demon Clans, the Witch Clan would not have been defeated.

"Should all twelve Golden Men advance to Quasi-Saints, although they might not be able to contend with Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial like the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they would still be able to match Great Divine Transcendents."

After arriving, Jiang Chen’s gaze was continuously drawn to the twelve Golden Men, and he failed to notice the imperial figure that had appeared at some point on the throne at the center of the Xianyang palace.

"Are you this era’s Human King?"

Suddenly, a gentle voice resounded in Jiang Chen’s ears, pulling his mind from the twelve Golden Men back to his body.

"You are..."

"The First Emperor!!!"

Following the direction of the voice, Jiang Chen saw, upon the throne, a middle-aged emperor dressed in a black dragon robe.

However, as his gaze fell upon the face of the middle-aged emperor, he couldn’t help but cry out in shock.

Jiang Chen, of course, had seen the First Emperor before.

When the First Emperor perished, Jiang Chen was already sixteen years old. At that time, he had accompanied his family elders to Xianyang city and received an audience with the First Emperor; that was when he saw him.

And the person before him was the exact image of the First Emperor from Jiang Chen’s memory.

"I should have met you before?"

"I remember now. Before my demise, I met you. You were but a youth then, no more than fifteen or sixteen years of age, coming to the Xianyang palace with your family elders."

"If I’m not mistaken, you should be a member of the Jiang Family."