As noon approached, Gu An arrived at Mystic Valley. It had been two days since the Sea Breaking Rift had erupted with waves, and now it was the third day.
Gu An was about to gather medicinal herbs when he suddenly sensed something. He sighed softly, then continued harvesting.
He had already felt a powerful force approaching from afar!
Originally, Gu An didn’t want to concern himself with the survival of the two distant continents. The waves would have to pass through these two continents before reaching his own, and they were still very far away.
But now, a dangerous aura had emerged from within the waves, forcing him to change his strategy.
He couldn’t wait until the force behind the catastrophe neared his continent before acting; if that happened, it would easily lead to unexpected changes.
The farther the catastrophe remained from the Supreme Sect, the more room he would have to operate.
He couldn’t fight on the continent itself, where he would have to consider the well-being of all living things.
As the catastrophe progressed, the entire ocean had become aware of the existence of the Divine Exotic Resentful Ghost. The Sea Breaking Rift was definitely not a natural calamity; deep within it lay a force poised to overturn the mortal world. Whether Gu An intervened or not, this would be a disaster the entire ocean needed to face together.
Gu An continued gathering medicinal herbs while pondering how to act.
Lu Jiujia, the chief disciple of Mystic Valley, approached and softly asked, “Senior Brother, I’ve heard there is a disaster at sea that could potentially affect our continent. What should Mystic Valley do?”
From his words, it was clear how much the Supreme Sect had progressed over the years. The disaster at sea had only been ongoing for three days, yet word of it had already spread within the sect. In the past, let alone three days, as long as the disaster didn’t make landfall, inner sect disciples could go their entire lives without knowing.
“Naturally, we should adhere to our duties, cultivate diligently, and provide the best medicinal herbs. That is the greatest responsibility we can bear,” Gu An replied nonchalantly.
Lu Jiujia nodded. In truth, he just wanted to gauge his senior brother’s attitude. After all, his senior brother had connections within the inner sect and would certainly know more than they did.
Since his senior brother was unperturbed, he saw no reason to worry and could reassure the valley’s disciples.
After Lu Jiujia left, Gu An continued picking herbs.
Thirty minutes later.
Gu An arrived at the eastern cliff of Mystic Valley, with the Blood Prison Great Saint following behind.
“Master, what brings us here?” the Blood Prison Great Saint asked curiously, noticing Gu An playing with a leaf.
Gu An stood at the edge of the cliff, looking toward the horizon. “To stop the disaster at sea,” he replied.
Upon hearing this, the Blood Prison Great Saint’s eyes widened. He took a step forward and asked, “How will you stop it? Didn’t you say the catastrophe was far from us?”
Gu An grasped the leaf with his left hand and pressed his right hand against the Blood Prison Great Saint’s ox-head. In an instant, the Great Saint’s expression changed drastically, his eyes widening in shock as the image of a terrifying wave appeared in his pupil reflection.
He saw the scene that Gu An’s divine sense had captured.
At that moment, in front of the massive waves, countless great cultivators were besieging a terrifying figure a thousand feet tall.
It was a humanoid monster, wearing only pants and bare-chested. Its entire body was dark, covered with blood-red scars, as if it might split apart at any moment. Its hair was wild, with a fierce and ghostly face full of fangs, holding a bone knife, exuding dominance and arrogance.
The myriad spells and divine skills cast upon it failed to shake its massive form.
Its roar drowned out the thunder, turning the sea and sky into a hellish landscape.
The Blood Prison Great Saint trembled at the sight of the thousand-foot figure.
The aura alone was terrifying to behold.
The spells and divine skills of the cultivators were immense, resembling the power of immortals, creating a spectacle rivaling the sun and moon.
The more powerful the cultivators, the more terrifying the thousand-foot figure seemed.
Gu An raised his right hand, breaking the Great Saint’s vision, who instinctively looked at Gu An, wanting to see more. However, he saw Gu An lift his left hand and wave it toward the horizon.
With a casual wave, the leaf in his hand shot out like a flying sword, emitting a cold light before disappearing into the horizon.
Gu An then turned to leave.
The Blood Prison Great Saint stood stunned for a moment before hurriedly following him.
“Master, is that all?”
“What else?”
“You just threw a leaf?”
“Stop fussing.”
“But…what realm have you reached?”
The Blood Prison Great Saint wasn’t doubting Gu An’s success; he was just in shock.
To slay such a terrifying being that many cultivators couldn’t handle, with just a leaf from such a distance?
What level of cultivation would one have to reach to achieve such a feat?
Gu An didn’t answer the Great Saint’s question, leaving him to ponder endlessly.
Meanwhile.
Far over the ocean, the sky was dark, thunder roared, rain poured, and winds howled in all directions.
Chi Jiuxiao held the Dragon-Slaying Spear, flames burning around him. The rain evaporated into steam as it approached him. He bit his lip, glaring at the terrifying figure in the distance, his eyes full of struggle.
“Where did that thing come from…” Chi Jiuxiao thought angrily.
The great cultivators ahead displayed energies far beyond his reach, twelve of whom reminded him of Sword Venerable Fudao.
So many great cultivators gathered, yet they couldn’t harm the thousand-foot figure one bit.
How could he not be afraid?
Some cultivators had already fled in terror, and he too hesitated whether to retreat.
If the great cultivators ahead retreated, their speed would surely outpace his. Whoever was the slowest would die.
But he also feared others might choose to fight to the end. If he fled, how could he maintain his standing in the immortal cultivation world later?
At that moment, Chi Jiuxiao vaguely heard a whistling sound. He barely had time to react before his vision suddenly brightened, his pupils moving instinctively.
Time seemed to stand still, everything in the world frozen, the casting cultivators still, the roaring thousand-foot figure halted, its terrifying stance fixed.
The rain hung suspended in the air, each droplet reflecting a gleam of sword light.
The churning waves presented the image of countless white flowers, strangely beautiful.
A streak of sword light swiftly traversed this nearly frozen world, passing by the cultivators, dashing toward the thousand-foot figure.
The crimson eyes of the figure reflected the sword light.
Boom—
The head of the thousand-foot figure was instantly blasted apart by the sword light, and the rolling giant wave behind it was dispersed, creating a huge gap, leaving all the cultivators in awe.
Sunlight streamed down, revealing that the storm clouds had also been torn apart!
Upon closer inspection, the sea of thunderclouds before them had been split in two, extending to the horizon where the sea met the sky!
Everything happened so quickly. Not only did Chi Jiuxiao have no time to react, but even the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortals were stunned in mid-air, maintaining their casting poses.
Under their gaze, the headless thousand-foot figure turned to ashes, scattering with the wind.
The Heaven and Earth Flying Immortals immediately turned to look in the direction from which the sword light had come, their expressions astounded but not panicked.
Given the speed of that sword light, even if they had tried to defend, it would have been useless if the attacker had wanted to kill them.
“Who made that move?”
“Such speed, such domineering sword intent!”
“Could it be someone at the ninth level of the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal Realm?”
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“Which major force’s domain is in that direction?”
The Heaven and Earth Flying Immortals communicated through divine sense, while other cultivators, after a brief silence, erupted in thunderous cheers.
Chi Jiuxiao saw the unstoppable giant wave now reduced to a broken bridge, crumbling at both ends, and his expression was exceedingly complex.
It was Sword Venerable Fudao!
No mistake about it!
Not only had he felt the Sword Intent from the Heavenly Repair Platform, but Sword Venerable Fudao had also saved him. And the direction behind him was exactly that of the Supreme Sect.
But how far was this place from the Supreme Sect?
Could it be that Sword Venerable Fudao had already arrived nearby?
For some reason, an absurd idea suddenly formed in Chi Jiuxiao’s mind.
Maybe Sword Venerable Fudao never left the Supreme Sect, otherwise, why use a long-distance means to kill the enemy?
At this moment, someone shouted, “It’s Sword Venerable Fudao! That direction is toward the Supreme Sect. I visited the Supreme Sect a few years ago and felt Sword Venerable Fudao’s Sword Intent!”
The mention of Sword Venerable Fudao startled all the cultivators.
After the Seven Stars Spirit Realm broke apart, Sword Venerable Fudao’s name shook the ocean. Though not universally known, most cultivators who came to aid had high-level cultivation and somewhat knew the truth behind the disbanding of the Seven Stars Spirit Realm.
If it was Sword Venerable Fudao, they could understand.
With understanding came shock and excitement.
Was Sword Venerable Fudao truly this powerful?
A Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal raised a hand, catching a leaf. He looked at the leaf, his expression complicated.
The other Flying Immortals also turned their gaze toward the leaf, feeling the residual Sword Intent from it.
Before they could speak, the leaf suddenly turned to ashes, as if it had never existed.
…
Gu An returned to the Third Medicine Valley with the Blood Prison Great Saint, wandering around as the Great Saint’s gaze followed him, eyes full of complex emotions. The waves within his heart were difficult to calm.
As Gu An walked, he was puzzled.
It didn’t yield any life span!
Could it be that slaying the Divine Exotic Resentful Ghosts provided no life span?
Did immortality mean having no life span in the first place?
Though Gu An felt regret, at least he had stopped a catastrophe.
However, he had a feeling this was only the beginning. Stronger calamities were likely to emerge from the Sea Breaking Rift. What kind of being would come next?
At this moment, You Yingying suddenly approached him and said, “Gu An, I’m preparing to return to the Star Sea Congregations.”
Gu An asked, “Why?”
“With the great catastrophe approaching, it’s definitely safer back with the Star Sea Congregations. I find you pretty agreeable, so are you coming with me? No one else can come,” You Yingying said, glaring at him.
Gu An shook his head, “I won’t go. My cultivation level is too low to survive in the Star Sea Congregations. If the Supreme Sect were to fall tomorrow, I would rather disappear with it.”
In the distance, the Blood Prison Great Saint couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
The master fooling a simpleton again!
You Yingying opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing. She patted Gu An’s shoulder and turned to pack her things.
Gu An had no intention of stopping her. It was a good thing for You Yingying to return to the Star Sea Congregations early, as it prevented her from causing him trouble.
You Yingying had a strange cause and effect within her, suppressing her talent and life span. Gu An couldn’t see through this cause and effect for the time being, so he didn’t want to get too involved with her.
If he got too emotionally attached, he would have to help her eventually, which would be too troublesome!