Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 2 [Apprenticeship to Yuqing, Daoyan System]

Millions of kilometers, almost as big as the earth in several previous lives. Even though Zhang Yan's physique has greatly increased and he has endless power, running all the way here feels like running to death.

Fortunately, Kunlun Mountain is big enough. Even if it is covered by tall trees, Zhang Yan can tell the direction in the opposite direction without worrying about getting lost. Soon he reaches the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

The Kunlun Mountains reached straight into the sky and descended slowly and forcefully, making Zhang Yan feel like he was kneeling down to worship. This was the pressure of a saint. Although it was not intentional, it could make living beings sincerely convinced and want to kneel down and worship.

Because saints represent the way of heaven, and all living beings in the prehistoric times are under the way of heaven.

"Jie Jie! Someone from the tribe is here."

As soon as he fell down, a sneer came from Zhang Yan's ears. Zhang Yan was so shocked that he quickly looked back. When he saw the appearance of the other party, his heart sank involuntarily.

It was not a human being. Although it had human-like limbs, it had a huge lion's head. It was full of demonic aura and looked at Zhang Yan as if looking at food.

"Brother Lion, you should be careful and rigorous in the presence of a saint."

Beside the lion demon, there was a white-faced young man. Although he was also full of demonic aura, at least he had transformed completely.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Dijun Clan established the Demon Court. Anyone with fur, horns, and wet eggs became a demon clan. Since its establishment hundreds of years ago, it has been competing with the Wu Clan who claims to be the Pangu Authentic Sect for the master of the ancient world. seat.

However, the cohesion of the Monster Clan is not strong. Even though the group is huge, it is not as good as the Witch Clan's Unity.

But all this was broken when Nuwa became a saint. In the past thousand years, the demon clan seemed to be ready to take action.

"Hehe, I, the old lion, naturally know that these are the feet of a saint. Otherwise, this little human race would have been reborn in my belly long ago."

A disdainful smile formed on the corner of the lion demon's mouth, and he paid no attention to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and at the same time thought to himself, "It seems that the purpose of these people coming here is the same as mine."

"But looking at the lion demon, it's obvious that he is targeting me. If I can't worship the saint this time, I may die when I step out of Kunlun Mountain."

Zhang Yan knew very well that the lion demon was so greedy for humans because he had eaten a lot of humans. Otherwise, the demon clan who had achieved immortality would not waste time eating at all.

Zhang Yan squeezed his hands. He was determined to win this trip. No matter what the reason was, he must worship the saint.

As time passed, more and more creatures gathered at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. However, among the humans, there was only one Zhang Yan. Standing in the corner, Zhang Yan could even feel the faint glances from the demon clan.

"Boom!"

Just listen to the sound of bells that resound through the sky, echoing in all directions on the top of the Kunlun Mountains, and accompanied by a sound of nothingness that seems to have circulated from eternity, appearing hundreds of millions of miles away from the Kunlun Mountains.

"I am the First Heavenly Lord of the Yuqing Dynasty. Today I open the gates of the mountain. Anyone who has stepped through the 10 billion steps with great perseverance and great wisdom can join the sect of my teaching after passing my test."

"boom!"

"I am the leader of the Shangqing Tongtian Cult. All living beings in the prehistoric times who enter my illusory formation and come out of it can worship the Jie Cult!"

"hiss!"

"This is the voice of a saint. Oh my God, my golden immortal cultivation level makes me feel my soul throbbing."

"Yes, and Saint Tongtian and Saint Yuanshi both want to accept disciples at the same time."

"I must worship the saint's door wall!"

"I came here today and I vow not to give up until I enter the saint's gate."

".."

There are at least thousands of beings in the crowd, some with high cultivation and some with low cultivation, but in real terms, Zhang Yan is the only one who comes here from the human-immortal realm.

"A saint!"

Zhang Yan stared at the top of Kunlun Mountain, with envy and admiration in his eyes. Both Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Cult Master began to accept disciples. Who should he consider as his teacher?

Frankly speaking, there were many people who vilified Yuanshi Tianzun in the previous life, but in Zhang Yan's opinion, it would definitely be more comfortable to be a disciple with a protective master like Yuanshi.

During the Conferred God War, this saint dared to attack the junior regardless of his dignity.

No matter what, Yuan Shi had nothing to say about his apprentice.

On the other hand, the leader of Tongtian Cult knew the fate of his disciples, but did not go to rescue them, which ultimately led to the destruction of the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Cult.

The most important thing is that the Tongtian Cult Master advocates that there is no distinction between religion and any living thing in the ancient world can become a disciple. There will definitely be many monster clans. In the future, when humans and monsters conflict, how should they deal with these fellow disciples?
  You must know that the members of Jiejiao are messy, and there are definitely not a few cannibalistic disciples among them. Moreover, the leader of Tongtian Cult has too many disciples, which means that the resources of the sect will be divided up even more.

Zhang Yan made up his mind and prepared to become a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun. He looked towards the Taoist platform.

As for the grand formation casually arranged by the leader of Tongtian, it will no longer be considered. He teaches without distinction, and his considerations will definitely not be as harsh as Yuanshi.

"Whoosh!" I saw countless shadows flashing with countless brilliance. After hearing the voice of the Saint of Yuanshi, some people couldn't wait and rushed to the steps leading to the top of Kunlun Mountain.

"Ah! What is this!"

In an instant, hundreds of people rushed towards the steps, and soon more than half of them flew backwards. Their faces were particularly frightened, as if they had seen something terrible.

The faces of those who were still on the steps were extremely ugly. Some of them were trembling, but they persisted and did not retreat immediately.

After more than ten people stepped onto the first step, they recovered within a few dozen breaths and walked towards the second step.

"There is a magic array hidden on this step!"

I don't know who called out, and everyone understood instantly. Emotional Yuanshi Tianzun also set up a formation on the steps without reminding anyone.

Those who had retreated had serious expressions on their faces, and were about to step on the steps again, only to find that there was always a thin film blocking them out.

"Everyone only gets one chance! This is too mean."

"Ah! I'm so angry."

"Missed opportunity, cry out in pain."

Those who dare to step forward have full confidence in their own strength, but they cherish their lives more than others. Now that they see the opportunity missed, how can they not hate it!
  "Alas, now I can only go to the Grand Formation of Master Tongtian and try it out to see if I can become a disciple of the saint."

Some people see that they have missed the opportunity, so they can only set their sights on the leader of Tongtian.

Zhang Yan condensed after seeing this, "Being mean is a bit mean, but only in this way can I have more opportunities."

Without hesitation, Zhang Yan wanted to be the Saint of Yuanshi. He stepped forward and landed on the white jade steps.

"Hoohoo!"

The boundless wind blows past, straight into the soul, and the world changes instantly.

"What a strong wind!"

In front of him is no longer a white jade staircase that reaches the sky, but a cliff. Zhang Yan has one foot on the cliff and the other foot is already hanging in the air.

Below is an endless abyss of darkness, with hideous ghosts roaring faintly.

Zhang Yan murmured: "If I fall, I will definitely become one of them."

"No! This is a mirage, all of this is fake."

Zhang Yan was unwilling to give in and gritted his teeth as he looked at the endless abyss. He knew that this was a phantom mirror, but what if he knew the spell set by the saint? There was always a voice in his heart telling him that this was hell. If he fell into it, he would be killed. He will turn into a fierce ghost and never be reincarnated.

"Hey! Daoyan No. 1 has been activated, please give the order."

"Ding, an increase in the host's adrenal hormones has been detected, please calm down as soon as possible!"

At this moment, Zhang Yan was completely immersed in the endless abyss. The ferocious roar of the fierce ghost affected his soul, and even the sounds near his ears seemed to be unheard.

"Ding ding! The host's adrenal hormones have reached the critical value. Alert and take emergency measures."

"Zizzizi!"

A blue electric light flashed all over Zhang Yan's body, and his heart stopped for a few breaths. The strong feeling of suffocation instantly pulled Zhang Yan's attention back, and his whole body was trembling.

"what's the situation!"

Zhang Yan looked in front of him in astonishment. Where was the endless abyss? The ghost roared.

On the pure white jade in front of you, there is a flash of spiritual light, which seems to be running with infinite power.

"Drop! The host's adrenal hormones have entered a stable value."

Zhang Yan looked around intently, "What's the sound?"

"Daoyan No. 1, report to the master, please give orders."

As the harsh mechanical sound echoed in Zhang Yan's mind, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Daoyan No. 1, where are you? Why didn't I see you?"

Zhang Yan was still looking around. In his impression, Daoyan No. 1 was a program and intelligence that had been stored in supercomputer power since it was created, absorbing various nutrients of the new century.

This is the supercomputer created by Zhang Yan, which can run at a peak of 1300 billion times per second, which is far inferior to the human brain.

(End of this chapter)