“Of course you can, who do you want to choose? Do you want to go take a look now?” Xiaochuan readily agreed, even rising to his feet.
Gu An hurriedly said, “Don’t rush, not now.”
Xiaochuan replied, “Just to take a look, what if someone catches your eye right now?”
“No rush, the disciple I want to take in hasn’t been born yet.”
Gu An waved his hand, and every time he expounded the Dao to Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan’s fate kept changing, which also caused the fate of the Xiaochuan residence to change.
“I see.”
Xiaochuan sat back down, thoughtfully.
In recent years, he often entered a mysterious state, and in that state, his cultivation perplexities that he couldn’t figure out would be easily resolved, giving him a feeling of enlightenment.
Now that he thought about it, could it have something to do with his senior brother?
He was so ordinary; his only blessing was his senior brother. If not for his senior brother’s Primordial Reincarnation Skill, he might already have been buried in the ground.
Gu An began to talk about significant events in the Immortal Cultivation World, quickly drawing Xiaochuan’s interest.
It wasn’t until nightfall that Gu An left.
He headed to the Eight Scenic Caves, prepared to spend the night alone.
He lay under the Green Vine Tree, his Divine Thought piercing through the mountains, spying beyond the heavens.
Ever since the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor had suddenly descended, the Holy Court had dispatched a bunch of Great Cultivators to patrol the outer realms. These individuals, with their cultivation levels at the very least in the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal Realm, also made the traversing Heaven and Earth Flying Immortals feel nervous.
The news of the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor’s attack on the Holy Court also spread, and no one knew what had exactly happened. Nonetheless, someone being able to burst into the Holy Court was enough to shock all sects in the world.
Gu An could feel a tense atmosphere pervading the Great Heaven and Earth, but what it was specifically due to, he could not say for sure.
Anyway, as his Divine Thought swept across, the world was still peaceful.
It’s worth mentioning, after the Heaven Sect’s leader passed away, Yang Jian returned to the Holy Court; how he is faring now is unknown.
Without the Great Nether Saint King, Yang Jian should be able to regain his identity as the Holy King.
Gu An was curious: how does a reincarnated being like him recover his previous cultivation? Does it involve re-cultivating?
Currently, it seems Ji Xiaoyu doesn’t need to re-cultivate. The Primordial Daoist Talisman contains vast mana and can restore her to her peak state at any time.
Thinking this, Gu An considered experiencing Lifespan Samsara once more.
But he held back.
He couldn’t keep wasting his lifespan; he needed to gather a billion years of lifespan as soon as possible and then make a breakthrough.
Two Divine Immortals of Wondrous Dharma had already appeared, making him feel uneasy just thinking about it.
He must be the highest realm in his environment; otherwise, he felt no sense of security.
A billion years, he thought, I need to step it up!
…
Having decided to sprint towards a billion years of lifespan, Gu An began to keep busy. He used Immortal Seeking Island to collect more high-rank medical herbs and expanded the medicinal herb production at Dingtian Peak.
The Holy salary from the Holy Court had also been delivered by a Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal, who handed it over to Gu An, incarnated as Sword Venerable Fudao, at the edge of the continent.
It’s undeniable that the benefits of a Third Grade Heavenly Position were terrifying: a million Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones, a hundred vials of extremely high-grade Spirit Pills, as well as a large batch of medicinal herb seeds. This also advanced the process of accumulating lifespan for Gu An.
Every day of Gu An’s life became busy, either running around or teaching An Xin cultivation, expounding the Dao for Ye Lan, Xiaochuan, and Zhen Qin.
In the blink of an eye.
Thirty years had swiftly passed by.
In the early autumn of this year, Outer World Cave welcomed a significant harvest, and Gu An successfully reaped fifty million years of lifespan.
Currently, he could only harvest up to Eighth Rank medicinal herbs. Ninth Rank medicinal herbs would need even more time to grow.
Feeling elated, Gu An walked into Medicine Valley, humming a tune under his breath. Gazing at the nearly seven hundred and fifty million years of lifespan, he couldn’t help but smile.
From a distance, he spotted the figures of Shen Xinzi and Long Qing.
Their master-disciple relationship had long been made public. No matter how Shen Xinzi taught, Long Qing just couldn’t muster a speck of Spiritual Power. Presently, Long Qing was on the path of Physical Cultivation. One had to admit, an innate Innate Immortal Spirit truly was formidable; even at sixty, Long Qing’s strength was terrifying, capable of contending with a Core Formation Realm Blood Prison Great Saint.
Gu An had raised the cultivation level of Blood Prison Great Saint to the Core Formation Realm, and An Xin’s cultivation had similarly risen to the Core Formation Realm, while his own was at the Nascent Soul Realm.
An Xin’s actual cultivation level had already reached the seventh layer of the Nascent Soul Realm. Previously, the restrictions of the Primordial Reincarnation Skill were lifted, and coupled with Gu An’s regular Dao explications, her maximum lifespan had increased to five hundred and seventy years.
Gu An saw Long Qing’s face full of excitement; it seemed that today he had made progress on the Physical Cultivation path.
“Master!”
Upon seeing Gu An, Long Qing immediately called out and waved at him.
Shen Xinzi also nodded in greeting toward Gu An.
Gu An walked towards them, prepared to chat and inquire about Long Qing’s cultivation progress.
Just at that moment, the earth trembled violently, causing panic among everyone in the valley.
Shen Xinzi frowned and immediately stamped his foot, a golden light burst from his body, rapidly expanding and covering the entire Third Medicine Valley. With that, peace returned to the valley and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the first time Long Qing felt the mana of Shen Xinzi. He turned his head to look at Shen Xinzi, full of admiration.
A golden-glowing Shen Xinzi, like a sage Buddha present on Earth, radiated a domineering divine might.
Gu An acted out his part while his Divine Thought peered into the distance; the entire Taicang Continent was trembling, and even the surrounding oceans were brewing towering waves.
The source of all this was a distant continent, where lightning flashed, and fierce winds raged.
Gu An’s Divine Thought quickly locked onto a figure.
The person hovered midair; below him, thousands of miles of mountains lay in ruins, the sky permeated with billowing dust, churning like fog.
This was a Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal!
His Qi-blood was soaring wildly!
He seemed to have cultivated a formidable physique, in Gu An’s judgment no less formidable than Yang Jian’s Mystic Gang Dominator Body.
Gu An saw that many Great Cultivators were rushing towards this Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal.
He didn’t look any further and quickly withdrew his Divine Thought. Striding toward Shen Xinzi, he asked anxiously, “What happened?”
Shen Xinzi looked into the distance, his expression grave.
Long Qing spoke up, “Master, don’t be afraid. With my second master here, even if the sky falls, there’s nothing to fear!”
He now had a blind worship for Shen Xinzi, and was so excited that when he said this, he had a bragging tone, which made Gu An want to laugh.
Gu An showed a smile, a look of relief on his face, then inquired about Long Qing’s cultivation progress.
Once the topic turned to this, Long Qing immediately became energized, claiming that he had just mastered a powerful Fist Technique that could punch and shatter a thirty-foot-high hill.
Shen Xinzi didn’t pay attention to the master and disciple; he vanished into thin air.
Elsewhere.
Ji Xiaoyu stepped out of her house, looking towards the horizon.
“A Defying Blood Treasure Body, a rare sight indeed. The Great Heavenly Spirit Land sure still holds its roots deep. Perhaps when the day comes for the Holy Court to fall, this land may soar instead.”
The Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor appeared beside Ji Xiaoyu, chuckling teasingly.
Ji Xiaoyu turned her head to look at him and asked, “The Holy Court is so strong, how could it possibly fall?”
The Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor, arms crossed in front of his chest, replied with a closed-eye smile, “That’s not a given. The most powerful forces also have their times of demise. The Holy Court has existed for too long and is approaching its calamity; this is also one of the reasons for Shengtian’s reincarnations.”
Without waiting for a reply, Ji Xiaoyu glanced at the distant figure of Gu An then asked, “Can you predict when the Holy Court’s calamity will come?”
“That I cannot do; the secrets of heaven must not be revealed. Though my cultivation is high, I still stand no different than Mortal Spirits when facing the Heavenly Dao,” said the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor with a shake of his head.
“Wait and see; a good show is about to begin soon.”
As soon as the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor finished speaking, he vanished from the spot.
Ji Xiaoyu’s brows furrowed; she did not believe in any ‘good show.’ The ‘good show’ the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor spoke of was surely some kind of catastrophe, involving the Holy Court—definitely no trivial matter.
An ancient hour later, the trembling of the Taicang Continent finally stopped. The shaking had caused many commoners to lose homes and lives, and even the creatures within the forests were affected.
All the major sects were sending disciples down the mountain to save the distressed.
This had nothing to do with Gu An; if an enemy that common beings couldn’t withstand attacked the continent, he might still lend a hand, but he wouldn’t intervene in disasters akin to natural calamities.
Intervening too much would only lead to expectations, and if Gu An chose not to intervene in the future, it would be seen as wrongdoing. He couldn’t let the common beings believe that he was obligated to protect everything.
In the lives of mortals, calamities are unavoidable, and their magnitude varies.
By evening, Gu An saw the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal do battle with the Great Cultivators of various sects, even startling the main city of the Broken Sea Domain and forcing the Carefree Primordial Immortal to take action.
This individual’s physique was indeed strong. Even besieged by a group of Heaven and Earth Flying Immortals, he held his ground until the Divine Immortal of Wondrous Dharma intervened, at which point he was subdued.
Captured by the Holy Court, his fate was uncertain.
Gu An didn’t pay it much mind. Beings that shook heaven and earth popped up from time to time in this world; it’s just that in the past, the Broken Sea Domain was too far away to be affected.
As years passed by.
Another five years went by.
On Mortal World Peak, Dingtian Peak.
Within the courtyard, Gu An listened to Zhu Xinglan’s report while An Xin cultivated at his side.
“The Immortal Dynasty rarely invites all sects of the world to a gathering, and the Main Peak hopes you could join them, Master, to avoid any deceit,” said Zhu Xinglan, his brows furrowed as he mentioned the concern.
Gu An held a book in his hand and nonchalantly asked, “What gathering?”
“It’s a banquet. The Immortal Dynasty’s Yang Xian Emperor wishes to discuss the Dao with all the sects of the world and has even brought out Immortal Fruits, which, it’s said, can be harvested once every million years. Consuming one could enhance one’s insight and refine sinews and bones; whether it’s true or not, I don’t know.”
“Is that so? Well, I won’t be going.”
“Alright, I’ll inform the Main Peak,” Zhu Xinglan replied without further persuasion. He wasn’t worried about Gu An getting into trouble; the Dingtian Peak was finally rising, thanks in large part to Gu An, and naturally, Zhu Xinglan didn’t want him to stumble into misfortune.
Hearing about the Immortal Fruits, Gu An did want to go, but on second thought, with so many sects gathered, trouble was likely to occur.
The Holy Court might intervene.
By not going, he might miss out on the fruits, but going could invite trouble.
Gu An spoke up, instructing Zhu Xinglan to expand the medicinal herb cultivation on Dingtian Peak, claiming it was for the disciples’ cultivation resources, which touched Zhu Xinglan deeply.
To have such a master was truly their fortune.
After Zhu Xinglan left, Gu An finally put down his book.
He suddenly felt a presence.
Lu Lingjun!
She had come to Mortal World Peak again with the Holy Mother of Western Spirit, leading a group that included a Carefree Primordial Immortal. The Bitter Sea Buddha Sect had also sent many people, likely to discuss something significant.
Gu An paid no heed and stood up, saying, “An Xin, it’s time to go back.”
At his words, An Xin immediately stood up and walked towards Gu An.