Time flew like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, Long Qing was already five years old.
Gu An stood in front of the window, looking at Long Qing riding the Blood Prison Great Saint in pursuit of a White Spirit Rat, his lips lifting slightly into a smile.
Such days were truly wonderful.
Regrettably, peace was about to be shattered soon.
Gu An could feel the deep red coffin trembling, alarming the nearby sects, which promptly arranged their defenses.
The Dark War Emperor was about to emerge!
The Dark War Emperor, inheritor of the Battle Court legacy, was set on hunting the descendants of the Battle Court’s creator. This sparked many speculations in Gu An.
After all, he had no fondness for the Dark War Emperor, who, from the very start, slaughtered everything in his path. Should he dare come to the Taicang Continent, he would find no courtesy from Gu An.
As the reputation of Sword Venerable Fudao grew ever more resounding, certainly the Holy Court would not dare to confront him directly.
The Great Nether Saint King had been rather restrained lately, as if putting aside past grievances, not daring to plot against Gu An any longer.
Gu An watched the distance for a while before heading downstairs.
Just as he descended the stairs, streaks of blood-like light manifested in the sky, a chilling sight.
The disciples in the valley also noticed this scene, discussing among themselves; however, they were not panicked. In their hearts, the Supreme Sect was the safest place.
Ji Xiaoyu approached Gu An and whispered, “I’ve seen such a sight in my dreams.”
Gu An was not surprised, given that the Reincarnation Path Emperor had ventured into the Silent Destruction Domain.
Following her lead, Gu An asked, “For what reason? What is going to happen?”
Ji Xiaoyu looked up at the sky and said, “I’m not sure, but after such an omen appears, a massacre will follow.”
Gu An shivered, anxiously asking, “There isn’t going to be another catastrophe, is there? I’ve only lived for a little over three hundred years, and I’ve already encountered so many once-in-a-millennium disasters. Is the almighty picking on me?”
Ji Xiaoyu glanced at him and said, “What catastrophes have you experienced? I’ve never seen you fight. With Sword Venerable Fudao and the Supreme Sect shielding you, what do you have to fear? You just need to sit back and enjoy the show.”
Ha, who’s really shielding whom?
If I told you, it would scare you to death!
That’s what Gu An thought, but he relaxed his expression and, patting his chest, said, “You have a point. Why should I worry? When immortals clash, what concern is it of mere mortals?”
Ji Xiaoyu was amused by his actions and asked with a smile, “I could teach you some spells, would you like to learn?”
“Forget it, you know I don’t like to engage in combat.”
“Really? Then why do you enjoy sparring with disciples?”
“That’s mentoring, okay? How could there be any danger when a higher realm battles a lower realm.”
“Be careful, someday you might encounter an unparalleled genius who will make you lose face.”
“An unparalleled genius in Medicine Valley?”
“What about Yang Jian?”
“His cultivation level isn’t increasing that fast.”
As they talked, their conversation turned into bickering.
As Ji Xiaoyu’s worry dissipated during the chat, she spoke of the omen because she felt uneasy and needed to express her feelings.
Talking with Gu An always helped her to relax.
While the two were laughing and talking, on the other side of the distant land, a terrifying Demonic Qi burst into the sky, originating from the deep red coffin beyond the Outer Heaven.
The deep red coffin stood upright, the body shaking violently; the formations at the edge of the pit had been activated, forming a semi-transparent barrier enclosing the pit.
Even with the formations in place, the Cultivators outside were terrified.
The weakest among them was a Loose Immortal, and facing the aura seeping from the red coffin, they felt like they were facing their doom, wishing they could flee immediately.
Crack—
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin flew open, and a pale, rotting hand reached out, grabbing onto the edge of the coffin.
With a bang, the lid sprang open, black gas surged out, quickly spreading and forming a thick fog.
Heavy breaths could be heard from within the black mist, sending chills down the spines of most Cultivators.
“Is this the Great Heavenly Spirit Land?”
A hoarse voice emerged; each word fell heavy on the hearts of the Cultivators.
A white-robed man from Holy Court said, “Yes, we ask that you eradicate the Heavenly Demons of Mortal World and not harm innocent beings!”
His voice was loud, clear for everyone to hear.
Sects from all sides were shocked. A Holy King from Holy Court knew the creature inside the coffin?
Eradicate the Heavenly Demons of Mortal World?
Many Cultivators’ expressions changed, such as those from Mortal World Peak, whose sect had dealt with Heavenly Demons before; they worried about the Holy Court using this as an excuse to suppress them.
The actions of Holy Court always needed the backing of the common people. Anyone or any power that became an enemy of the populace would find no mercy from Holy Court.
“Eradicate the Heavenly Demons? Heh.”
The hoarse voice laughed, sending shivers up everyone’s spine.
Boom!
A terrifying force exploded from within the pit in an instant, forcefully dispersing the formations and sending Cultivators flying in all directions.
The white-robed man stood in mid-air, unmoved, while Carefree Primordial Immortals used their mana to resist in every direction. Further away were Heaven and Earth Flying Immortals, with the weakest Loose Immortals blown clear off the continent.
“I’ll help you clear out the Heavenly Demons, but after that, I must feast to my heart’s content.”
The hoarse voice was filled with a will to kill.
The white-robed man remained impassive. The Great Cultivators from various sects were frightened and turned to look at him, wondering about Holy Court’s stance.
However, after a moment of silence, the white-robed man uttered just one word.
“Good!”
That word caused all Great Cultivators’ faces to drastically change, looking at him in disbelief.
…
In Supreme Sect, the Third Medicine Valley.
“Truly terrifying.”
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Gu An, sensing the aura of the Dark War Emperor, thought this to himself.
The Dark War Emperor had already reached the aura of a Dao Void Mysterious Immortal, and the entire Great Heavenly Spirit Land could feel his terrifying presence.
The Immortal Dynasty and Holy Court remained unmoved, while sects throughout the world began to stir, with many directly activating their defenses in anticipation.
Gu An’s gaze turned to Immortal Seeking Island. The movements on the island were swift; they had already started forming their defenses.
“This aura…”
Ji Xiaoyu, standing beside Gu An, furrowed her brows, her face revealing concern.
Gu An kept silent and walked towards Long Qing.
Suddenly, the dreadful pressure that had descended caused Long Qing to cry out in fear, with You Yingying unable to console him.
Under a tree, Shen Xinzi put down his book, his gaze towards the horizon where the sky was filled with blood-red light, causing his mind to race even more.
He felt like disaster was imminent.
“What in the world is it…” Shen Xinzi murmured, frowning.
As Gu An approached Long Qing, he felt the aura of the Dark War Emperor shift to another location, followed by the complete disappearance of the vibrant life force of that land.
With the Dark War Emperor’s aura enhanced, though the increase was not significant, his actions still caused Gu An to frown.
What infuriated him most was that Holy Court actually allowed such recklessness.
He was very disappointed in Holy Court!
“Master!”
Upon seeing Gu An, Long Qing immediately threw himself into Gu An’s embrace.
Gu An patted his back and picked him up, whispering comfortingly, “Don’t be afraid, your master is here.”
For some reason, as Gu An drew near, You Yingying’s panic unexpectedly lessened, prompting her to instinctively lean towards Gu An.
Gu An looked at the pale-faced You Yingying and asked, “Are you okay?”
You Yingying stood beside him, gripping his sleeves tightly and shaking her head slightly.
At that moment, Gu An sensed a great influx of forces entering the Taicang Continent, their cultivation levels uneven, with the strongest being merely of the Mystic Heart Realm.
Such cultivation was not worthy of his concern, yet it coincided with this critical juncture.