“Wait until Sage Zixia is resurrected, then I shall battle you again.”

Upon hearing He Feiyang’s words, the Sage of Reincarnation narrowed his eyes and asked, “What kind of joke is this? How can a man dead for ten thousand years resurrect?”

“You need not worry,” He Feiyang replied calmly.

“It might be impossible. Before Sage Zixia resurrects, I will destroy your Zixia Holy Land,” replied the Sage of Reincarnation.

“If he wishes to settle the score, I am ready at any time.”

“That’s not up to you,” He Feiyang shook his head.

He extended his hand and an invisible fluctuation of power spread.

As the power reached, countless voids froze, and the Great Dao collapsed.

Within the borders of Zixia Holy Land, a cage descended.

On top of the cage, a Divine Dragon swung its tail, a Phoenix cried in unison, and an endless cycle of reincarnation emitted an aura.

This cage, however, is full of strange phenomena, leaving people astonished.

Seeing the cage appear, even someone as powerful as the Sage of Reincarnation had a change in expression.

He tried to escape, and the principles emerged around him.

The originally confined void was instantly broken by him.

He ripped apart the void in front of him with a single hand, not even caring about Reincarnation Mountain, eager to leave.

From start to finish, He Feiyang did not intervene, only watching everything with an inscrutable gaze.

He smiled, “It’s useless. If you were in the Ancient Reincarnation Land, I could not handle you.

But on the territories of Zixia Holy Land, I am god.”

As his words fell, the cage from the firmament descended.

It seemed to lock onto the Sage of Reincarnation.

In the blink of an eye, he could flee a thousand miles away, yet was still enveloped by the cage.

With a thunderous “boom,” the earth trembled.

The cage landed heavily in front of Zixia Holy Land.

Inside the cage, the power of reincarnation surged forth, constantly assaulting the confines of the cage.

“Stop struggling, this cage is forged by iron from the Changhe of Time.

Unless you enter the Changhe of Time, you cannot escape,” He Feiyang said confidently.

“What is difficult about that? Once I comprehend the iron from the Changhe of Time, I can leave easily,” said the Sage of Reincarnation.

“It’s just iron, not the real Changhe of Time.”

“I didn’t mean to hold you for long. By the time you comprehend it, it should be time for the resurrection,” He Feiyang said somewhat solemnly, his gaze towards the inside of Zixia Holy Land.

“Your Zixia Holy Land is indeed prepared, specially setting up such a thing for me,” the Sage of Reincarnation said blandly.

“But once I break out, it will be the end of Zixia Holy Land.”

Though trapped, the Sage of Reincarnation was not panicked.

In fact, at his level, even if killed, his Life and Death Soul can still resurrect.

The iron from the Changhe of Time not only can’t hold him, but is also an opportunity for comprehension.

“This wasn’t prepared for you,” He Feiyang snorted coldly.

Only Xu Zimei knew that the iron from the Changhe of Time was meant for the Holy Court.

After all, they likely planned the resurrection of Sage Zixia long ago.

After speaking, the Sage of Reincarnation no longer paid attention to He Feiyang.

He sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the profound meaning of the iron from the Changhe of Time within the cage.

As for the World-Weary Immortal, he had already fled with Reincarnation Mountain.

With his own ancestor trapped, he dared not stay.

“City Lord He’s methods are indeed impressive,” Si Zu remarked.

“Just some petty tricks,” He Feiyang shook his head calmly.

“Our Saintess has waited a long time, please follow me,” he chuckled.

He Feiyang led the way, with Xu Zimei and the others following him into Zixia Holy Land.

Strangely, from the outside, Zixia Holy Land was filled with glorious light and celestial charm.

But inside, it was merely an ordinary forest.

The only difference was that the flowers, grass, and trees here bore Taoist Charm and grew extremely lush.

“This place…,” Si Zu gazed around, seemingly contemplating something.

Finally, He Feiyang’s figure stopped before a large door.

In the lush forest, a door suddenly appeared, quite abruptly.

He Feiyang extended his right hand and gently placed it on the door.

With a muffled “thump,” the door vanished.

In its place stood a towering tree reaching the sky.

This tree was over a thousand meters tall, its end unseen, with lush branches.

A crack opened in the tree’s trunk.

This crack was held together by countless branches; it was soft to the touch.

He Feiyang first passed through the crack, followed closely by Xu Zimei and the others, feeling like passing through cotton candy, with a hint of elasticity.

However, upon entering the crack, Si Zu was stunned by the scene before him.

The view stretched vast and boundless before his eyes.

Mountains and rivers materialized, expounding Spiritual Energy, giant Immortal Trees and Immortal Herbs stood atop peaks, with phenomena occurring frequently upon the firmament.

Even mighty creatures were seen absorbing the Essence of Sun and Moon.

Galaxies hung down to the skyline.

Endless scorching sunlight intertwined with April snow.

“Such a treasure land,” even Si Zu couldn’t help but marvel.

Even compared to the Demon Realm, it was comparable.

Though not to say the Demon Realm is inferior, the Demon Race has cultivated it for many years, housing many Immortal Trees and Divine Beasts.

The only difference is that this land bears divinity.

Divinity is elusive; even a piece of soil imbued with divinity can cause many to vie for it.

Yet now, before him, this land was suffused with rich divinity.

This divinity wasn’t just naturally formed but was taken and fused into this territory.

From the outside, no one would have thought Zixia Holy Land contained such vast lands.

“Everyone said Zixia Holy Land has long declined, but now it seems many saintly domains are inferior to this place,” Si Zu sighed repeatedly.

“Please,” He Feiyang smiled.

He appeared calm, having lived here, this land was customary to him.

“Sage Zixia’s resurrection has invited me to protect the Dao, and likely others too,” Xu Zimei said.

Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, He Feiyang’s expression froze.

He then smiled, “Your insight is commendable, it’s true, there will be three more protectors this time.”

“Which three?” Si Zu asked curiously.

“Bright Mirror Great Saint, Demon Refining Sage, and Bright Moon Fairy,” replied He Feiyang.

“Three Great Saints?” Si Zu’s breath caught, asking somewhat breathlessly.

“How is this possible.”

Typically, Great Saints are elusive beings.

They are figures at the ancestral level of each holy domain.

All are usually engaging in enlightenment, striving for higher realms.

“It seems the Sage of Reincarnation came not only for revenge but also upon hearing some rumors,” Si Zu suddenly said.