Everyone’s playing tactics in the Primordial World, so who are you trying to trick here?

From any angle of consideration, Li Changshou discovered that he absolutely could not return to the Chaos Sea anytime soon.

If Kun Peng sincerely wanted to reveal some information…

Couldn’t he have just shouted it out directly in Xuandu City?

Kun Peng had fought with his Senior Brother for so long, surely he had time to shout; flying so fast outside the Primordial World, he wasn’t uncertain about preserving his life either.

If he set foot in the Chaos Sea again, regardless of whether he met Kun Peng or what information he might obtain, it would affect his current plans.

Following the conventions of his previous life, Li Changshou directly classified Kun Peng’s behavior as ‘serious fishing.’

Fishing, just hard fishing.

Kun Peng himself had evolved from a big fish, yet unexpectedly he would engage in such fishing behavior—truly bringing shame to fishkind.

Summing it all up, it just came down to two words: [Don’t go].

Li Changshou waited another half day, and finding that Master hadn’t sent him the word [Go], he felt somewhat relieved.

Then there wasn’t any major problem.

Taking advantage of this visit to Xuandu City, Li Changshou reorganized all subsequent layers of his plans. During his contemplation, he suddenly realized that his earlier refusal of Cloud Maiden’s offer to ‘share the burden’ might have left her feeling somewhat dejected.

After brief consideration, Li Changshou let out a long sigh within the Mixed Origin Golden Dipper.

“What’s wrong?”

Cloud Maiden’s voice arrived as expected, this immortal maiden outside the Golden Dipper had undisguisable concern in her eyes.

“It’s nothing, just feeling some pressure,” Li Changshou smiled, burning the scroll before him with true fire, standing up to look around, his heart somewhat lost.

As Cloud Maiden pondered how to help relieve his pressure, Li Changshou secretly laughed, pretending to be fine while showing fatigue, then using verbal hints, half-pushing half-accepting…

Soon, he lay on his side facing away from Cloud Maiden, using her slender legs as a pillow, enjoying the immortal maiden’s finger massage service on his head, contentedly narrowing his eyes.

Cloud Maiden naturally knew he was deliberately teasing her, but didn’t point it out, releasing a bit of immortal power from her fingertips to help Li Changshou relieve his dao body’s fatigue.

In this situation, Li Changshou was essentially placing his vital points in Cloud Maiden’s hands.

Though seemingly enjoying himself, he was bearing considerable psychological pressure, not pure pleasure…

Well, the joy of Star-Lord Taibai was something ordinary immortals and gods simply couldn’t imagine.

The several Dao experts in the distance captured this scene with their divine sense, each showing slight smiles, though Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and sighed lightly, glancing at Golden Spirit Holy Mother before quickly averting his gaze.

Though they had already secretly become dao companions, they weren’t as intimate in public as these soon-to-be dao companions.

Grand Magus finished regulating his breath and stood up, looking at various places in Xuandu City, beginning to implement the method of transforming dao soldiers.

He drew strands of primordial yellow qi from the Primordial Yellow Tower, then took yin-yang energy from the Taiji Chart, afterward sprinkling water, scattering earth, gathering some rusted weapons, and drawing wind sounds from the horizon.

His hands formed seals as he slowly exhaled a breath of living qi, taking out a stack of talismans refined by Lord Lao from his sleeve, and throwing them into the colorful clouds before him.

Soon, dao soldiers wearing yellow turbans jumped out one after another, kneeling in respect to the Grand Magus before turning to rush to various parts of Xuandu City.

Grand Magus sighed, “It will probably take a long time to recover vitality.”

“Why don’t we make more preparations,” Zhao Gongming stood up and glanced at Li Changshou’s direction, smiling as he said, “Since we’ve rarely come here, why not create a new set of arrays? This way Senior Brother Xuandu can also be more at ease.”

All the Dao immortals praised this as good, intentionally avoiding Cloud Maiden and Li Changshou as they discussed upgrading Xuandu City’s defensive arrays together.

Over there, Li Changshou pondered thoughtfully, also closing his eyes to concentrate, conceiving a set of composite grand arrays for this place.

They could make some unique countermeasures targeting the characteristics of heaven demons;

Xuandu City’s original array structure also followed the approach of mountain-protecting arrays, just a hundred times more complex than ordinary immortal sect mountain-protecting arrays.

This was, after all, his area of expertise.

…

In the northern part of Middle Divine Prefecture, near where the demon tribes gathered, atop a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

Squadrons of celestial soldiers and generals had recently come to set up camp here, making more than ten demon kings living nearby restless, unable to sleep day and night.

This mountain range would henceforth belong to the Heavenly Court. The recently famous nephew of the Jade Emperor, a third-generation disciple of the Enlightenment School, Dao Guardian, Clear Origin Wonderful Dao True Lord Yang Jian, was temporarily settling here.

Choosing this place was Yang Jian’s deliberate intent.

First, it wasn’t far from Jade Spring Mountain, and with his speed, he could reach it by cloud in just half an hour;

Second, being close to demon territory, Yang Jian didn’t want to stop on his path of cultivation, and would later use the demon territory as his whetstone.

The battle at the Western Heaven Gate and the disturbance at Spirit Mountain made Yang Jian realize a fact.

In the Primordial World, he was just a third-generation disciple of the Dao School.

That casual slap from Star-Lord Taibai, that invisible pressure that swept him away in Spirit Mountain…

The gap was enormous.

But Yang Jian wasn’t discouraged by this, instead becoming more motivated.

After all, he had only cultivated for over a hundred years. After cultivating for several hundred more years, by the time he reached Star Lord Taibai’s current age, he might well be able to fight today’s Star-Lord Taibai.

‘Fight…’

In the immortal pavilion, in the study facing the mountain.

Yang Jian sat on the windowsill, left leg drawn up, right leg dangling outside, looking at the thoroughly sealed treasure pouch in his hand.

What was Star-Lord Taibai’s intention?

He was very curious about the contents of this treasure pouch, but after thinking it through, he still restrained the desire to investigate it.

Yang Jian recalled his path of cultivation and now seemed to find Star-Lord Taibai’s shadow everywhere.

Many times, in the guests appearing at Jade Spring Mountain;

Though Master didn’t cultivate the Eight-Nine Mystic Art, he could always provide increasingly profound insights level after level;

And when he went out to train, he would always encounter successive dangers and opportunities.

Stories that normal qi practitioners would encounter once in a thousand years, he often experienced every ten or dozens of years, thereby giving him more insights, and letting him stride forward unscrupulously on the path of cultivation.

It was as if Star-Lord Taibai had spread out a large hand, and he had never jumped out of his palm.

That feeling of powerlessness, that feeling of frustration, made Yang Jian’s dao heart lose balance several times, even impulsively wanting to smash Sage’s dao field at Spirit Mountain and destroy himself.

Just in his impulsiveness then, he forgot that Spirit Mountain was now trying to maintain good relations with the Enlightenment School, thereby becoming another blade for the Heavenly Court to divide the Sage’s great schools.

One ring connected to another, one layer after another.

It was as if these layers upon layers of calculations condensed into several large characters:

‘Welcome to the Primordial Era.’

Yet peculiarly, because of this treasure pouch in his hand, it made Yang Jian felt that everything Star Lord Taibai had done to him seemed to have deep meaning.

Especially that sentence…

[When you feel yourself falling into such a situation again.]

It was as if, while controlling him, Star-Lord Taibai was also exploring something, verifying something, and incidentally reminding him of something.

Until now, Yang Jian felt like he had developed some kind of mental illness, starting to ponder the deeper meaning behind these details.

He even began to suspect that his previous hatred and emotions were all within that old immortal-impersonating fellow’s calculations.

Formidable court official of the Heavenly Court.

Yang Jian kept the treasure pouch close to his body, gazing at the distant mountains, and contemplating future matters.

He was somewhat lost.

‘It seems I’ve always been living for other matters.’

His father had entered reincarnation, his mother had also been brought to his side, and his master hadn’t been entangled too deeply in his karma—everything could be considered a relatively good ending.

The breeze wandered, bringing laughter from other rooms in the pavilion, where Little Chan was discussing fabric for new clothes with his mother.

In the distance, celestial soldiers seemed to be talking about interesting matters in the Heavenly Court, and a general was constantly examining himself in a bronze mirror…

Yang Jian couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself—these masculine generals were also so concerned about their appearance.

Hmm?

There seemed to be something in that bronze mirror.

Yang Jian extended his divine sense and saw an immortal maiden dancing with a sword in the mirror, which was quite pleasing to the eye, and the immortal maiden seemed to be saying something to this general.

This must be a pair of lovers.

Just then, the bronze mirror shook slightly, and a green light emerged from the upper left corner, with large characters written:

‘The recorder the general follows has started streaming.’

The general’s eyes lit up, quickly sliding several times on the bronze mirror. The mirror’s surface vibrated, emitting a light drumbeat, showing the surging river water by the Heavenly River.

Yang Jian became somewhat interested, watching carefully from the side:

A figure bounced out in the image, wearing bright silver armor, cupping his hands in greeting to those outside the mirror.

“Heavenly Court Recorder, Heavenly River Water Army Vice Commander Bian Zhuang, greetings!

Without further ado, I’ll first perform a classic mortal clapper opera for everyone, start the music!”

The scene shifted, and several celestial soldiers playing musicians began performing frantically a few zhang away, while the real music came from several female immortals even further away.

As rhythmic drums began, Bian Zhuang grabbed out his nine-toothed rake and began a solo performance.

“The Heavenly River waters ripple, and this general starts to sing!

The Heavenly River Army is great, subduing demons in the water!”

What is this?

Yang Jian’s forehead was covered in black lines as he let out a slight cold snort, expressing his disinterest in such superficial content.

With a critical eye, Yang Jian watched through his divine sense for a while, unknowingly passing… several hours.

As the sun slanted westward, the bronze mirror’s image suddenly stopped, and that general frowned, muttering:

“How has the spiritual power been exhausted again? This place is too far from the Heavenly Court. Although the Star Lord granted permission to take the bronze mirror out of the Heavenly Court, the spirit stone consumption is too high.

Ah, truly troublesome, can’t operate the restrictions while charging spiritual power.”

While speaking, he took out a spirit stone and placed it against the back of the mirror, lighting up several red and green jewels on the mirror’s north side.

Star Lord Taibai?

Yang Jian couldn’t help but become interested.

Being not one to be coy, he leaped from the window, riding a cloud to the general’s side, indirectly inquiring about matters concerning this bronze mirror.

When Yang Jian heard that this item was widely circulated in the Heavenly Court, with Court records providing real-time broadcasts of any major events.

Usually, these Court records would also put on some shows, with the most popular being the comedic Heavenly River Water Army Vice Commander Bian Zhuang, followed by the battle category’s Heavenly Court War Goddess Xuan Ya…

Yang Jian asked puzzledly: “Battles can also be broadcast through bronze mirrors?”

“Yes, yes,” the general nodded and smiled, taking out an old version backup bronze mirror from his sleeve for demonstration.

Unfortunately, lately, the Heavenly Court War Goddess hadn’t been active, and the battle category had lost its traffic.

Yang Jian quickly understood this item and asked further: “Then how does one become a Court Recorder?”

“One only needs to register at Tongming Hall to receive a specialized bronze mirror capable of capturing such scenes. Using immortal power while carrying it enables real-time streaming…”

The general thought of something and immediately said: “If you’re interested, this subordinate will return to the Heavenly Court right away to apply for you.

Lord Mu instructed that everything concerning you should be simplified and convenient.”

Yang Jian coughed and said: “I’m just curious… Thank you for your trouble, General.”

“No trouble at all, please wait!”

The general rubbed his hands together, turned to jump on a cloud, and hurried back to the Heavenly Court.

Thus, half a day later, in that immortal treasure pavilion, Yang Jian looked curiously at three bronze mirrors of varying sizes before him.

Putting down the mirrors, he picked up the small booklet beside them with five large vertical characters on its cover, opening it curiously to see its subtitle.

‘By Star Lord Taibai — Positive Guidance for Quality Content’

Opening the second page, the first sentence caught Yang Jian’s eye.

‘Are you still confused about what content to show other immortals? Do you want to understand what format everyone wants to see…’

Gradually, Yang Jian read carefully, his spirit immersed in it, soon revealing a faint smile.

Interesting.

With nothing else to do, he might as well try this novel thing. With hundreds of immortals streaming daily in these bronze mirrors, no one would pay attention to him…

What kind of content should he make?

It had to be something others couldn’t do.

Yang Jian sat at the table deep in thought, soon his eyes brightened, and he disappeared with two bronze mirrors.

Three days later, the Heavenly Court gained a small streaming connection, showing a figure charging back and forth through demon qi, fighting in blood.

This mirror stream had only been online for half an hour when it attracted numerous immortals to watch.

“Isn’t this Clear Origin Wonderful Dao True Lord?”

“True Lord has started streaming?”

“Truly magnificent! Quick, tell the sisters!”

An hour later, Yang Jian stood before countless demon corpses, holding his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, as strands of golden light transmitted from these karmic great demons, surrounding his figure.

At this time, Yang Jian was still too shy to directly look at the floating bronze mirror behind him, only slightly turning his head to show a profile before closing the mirror.

The Heavenly Court immortal maidens all expressed being struck by his handsomeness, while many generals watched with boiling blood, and Clear Origin Wonderful Dao True Lord’s fame exploded in an instant.

Half a month later, Yang Jian found another gathering place of karmic great demons, opened the mirror, and charged in…

Coming and going, he also grasped the ways of this field, knowing to interact with the mirror, to say a few meaningful words after eliminating demons, and before demon elimination to announce where he was going, building anticipation.

“Everyone, today we’re eliminating demons at Seal Demon Mountain!

Days ago, the demon king here killed mortal villages in the southeast of Middle Divine Prefecture, devouring mortal souls. The Heavenly Eye has spotted his whereabouts!

This poor Daoist will today eliminate all twelve demon kings of this place!”

“Everyone, today we’re clearing this nameless wasteland mountain!

Previously tracking an ancient great demon’s trail, today I’ve finally found its trace. I shall wield my spear without hesitation!”

“Everyone, today we’re going to Plum Mountain, this place has many demons…”

“There’s a human tribe here, with many true-hearted men within. Heaven and Earth bear witness—everyone please also help witness—today I, Yang Jian, shall become sworn brothers with the Six Friends of Plum Mountain!”

“Lately demons are hiding, no trace of great demons. Today let’s walk the dog and hunt.

Howling Celestial Dog, why don’t we spar a bit? Otherwise, our martial arts will never be satisfied.”

That small white dog, now grown to two feet tall, howled twice and immediately lay down covering its eyes, playing dead.

…

Speaking of Li Changshou’s visit to Xuandu City, he truly helped design a composite defensive grand array for Xuandu City and also coordinated many precious materials from the Heavenly Court, Dragon Palace, and Immortal Alliance. Getting delayed one thing after another, time passed quite a while.

In the blink of an eye, two years had passed. Li Changshou, concerned about the Heavenly Court’s situation, specially returned through that vortex from Xuandu City to inside the world.

—This way, contact with his paper Daoist avatars was more convenient.

His divine consciousness patrolled the Five Continents for a while, then returned to the Heavenly Court. Seeing Lord Mu was stable and everywhere peaceful, he was about to go urge Ling’e to cultivate.

But his divine sense swept past and discovered that in various places throughout the Heavenly Court, many off-duty celestial soldiers and female immortals were gathered watching bronze mirrors.

Had something major happened?

Li Changshou’s paper Daoist avatar appeared in the depths of Taibai Palace, clicked open that bronze mirror, looked at the currently ‘most-viewed channel,’ saw that title, and was truly stunned for a moment.

[Dream Team Collaboration · Heavenly River Water Army Vice Commander Bian Zhuang and Clear Origin Wonderful Dao True Lord’s Surprise Attack on Demon Territory North Independent Mountain!]

No… no way…

Li Changshou’s mouth corner twitched frantically as he carefully clicked on this text. A light drumbeat transmitted out, showing Bian Zhuang reciting forcefully rhyming verses;

In the distance was endless demon qi, with a figure constantly charging through it, beating dozens of great demons until they couldn’t lift their heads.

“Today, wishing to compare with Heaven’s height!

I, singing at North Independent Mountain’s site!

See, Clear Origin has wonderful dao might!

Kill! A thousand enemies in carefree flight!

Demon tribe’s thousand troops aren’t much to see,

Ancient great demons, what could they be?

If your karma’s heavy as can be,

Three-pointed double-edged takes your life from thee…”

Hand trembling, Li Changshou opened the recording area in the large bronze mirror, saw the ‘follow’ function he had just put online, the backend statistics, found Yang Jian’s exclusive bronze mirror marker ranked second, that long, long number…

Shocking to the eye, shocking to the heart and gallbladder.

Li Changshou couldn’t help but open his mouth, his mind somewhat ceasing to think, and then his whole person collapsed sitting there, his forehead full of black lines, his small white primordial spirit leaving his body.

Really!

He had used so many resources, spent a hundred years of effort, just to cultivate a Heavenly Court Recorder?

Where was the cold and aloof style?

Yang Jian, where was your tsundere, no, your pride? Instead of being a proper Heavenly Court War God, what are you doing in entertainment?

This was simply going to take his life.

Meanwhile, in a prosperous city of the Shang tribe in South Jambudvipa Continent, a young woman sitting on a swing holding a bronze mirror, watching the lively scene in the image, couldn’t help but reveal a slight smile.

“The Heavenly Court seems much more fun than the mortal realm.”

Deep in the Chaos Sea, at a certain place where dao principles chaotically gathered.

In the Chaos Sea, one couldn’t feel the passage of years; the speed of time’s flow depended entirely on one’s perception.

At this moment, Kun Peng felt that not a short time had passed, but his marker left at the ‘old place’ still hadn’t been triggered.

‘Why is this fellow so hesitant? Can he truly resist not coming to the Chaos Sea to explore?’

This Demon Master Kun Peng narrowed those elongated fish eyes, then looked inward again at the brand marked on his primordial spirit.

That damned bastard!

‘After completing the matter of your brand, this poor Daoist will tear your fellow townsman to pieces! Bastard!’

The enormous body erupted with rolling dao principle waves, and the Chaos Sea also stirred with some qi.

On the path of Primordial World beasts transforming into Chaos beasts, Demon Master Kun Peng very obviously walked at the forefront of all the Primordial World’s beast kind.