Blood Prison Great Saint arrived before Gu An and reverently knelt down, as if he were about to prostrate himself.
Seeing him maintaining such an attitude at this time warmed Gu An’s heart.
His efforts in raising him had not been in vain!
“His name is Bull Demon King, huh? Don’t tell me there’s also a Sun Wukong?”
“Ha-ha-ha! Don’t underestimate him; he’s quite cunning.”
“Indeed, when I first touched his horns, he wanted to retaliate against me!”
“Shush, you can’t speak about such things.”
“Why would you send a bull to do it, to kill him as a part of the celebration for Immortal Creation?”
The cultivators and disciples below spectated and speculated, some comments stirring the Blood Prison Great Saint’s fur to stand on end in anger.
Gu An didn’t mind it, for the Blood Prison Great Saint’s attitude was inseparable from his own harsh words; aside from Gu An, nobody liked them, much like the White Spirit Rat.
It was time to begin!
That’s what Gu An thought, his eyes turning fierce.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Gu An took out the Fate Determining Pen, allowing it to spin in his hand before gripping it firmly, the tip pointed at Blood Prison Great Saint. Everyone’s gaze followed suit, falling upon Blood Prison Great Saint, unsure of what Gu An was about to do.
“Today, I shall let my mount transform into the Immortal Realm, everyone, watch closely.”
Gu An’s voice sounded, echoing through the Third Medicine Valley.
Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He intends to elevate this demon bull to the Immortal Realm?
Impossible!
In that moment, even Jue Luo Sword Monarch and the white-robed elder furrowed their brows. Ji Xiaoyu and Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor likewise found it unbelievable. Their higher realms of existence made them acutely aware of how difficult it was to leap from the Core Formation Realm to the Nirvana Realm; even with great powers pouring in their essence or imparting cultivation levels, it was impossible!
No matter how they looked at it, Blood Prison Great Saint didn’t seem like a Great Power reincarnated; there were no traces of Reincarnation Tribulation’s cause and effect, nor any signs of a hidden stronger cultivation level.
Lv Baitian was stunned, even found it ridiculous.
Could this uncultured bull also achieve immortality?
The crowd below fell silent, and before anyone could react, Gu An wielded his pen, sprinkling ink onto the Body of Blood Prison Great Saint.
Instantly, the seal of Path of Returning Primordial Spirit within Blood Prison Great Saint dissipated, and he felt that long-lost power surge through him.
His entire bovine body ignited!
Primordial Reincarnation Skill, release!
Blood Prison Great Saint roared inwardly; as he just released his Mahayana Realm aura, his cultivation level skyrocketed, causing his presence to burst forth like a flood breaking free, reaching the heavens.
Boom—
A terrifying aura erupted from within him, forming a pillar of flames that shot into the clouds, dispersing the accumulating mists and spreading fiery waves across the sky, plunging the Third Medicine Valley quickly into crimson.
Everyone looked up, even Jue Luo Sword Monarch unable to remain composed.
“How is this possible…”
Jue Luo Sword Monarch’s pupils quivered, a storm raging in his heart.
Judging by Blood Prison Great Saint’s surging aura, this demon was likely to surpass the Nirvana Realm!
From the Core Formation Realm to a Loose Immortal in one go?
How could this be?
The path of cultivation could allow this?
Jue Luo Sword Monarch glanced again at Blood Prison Great Saint atop the platform; still, he detected no hint of Reincarnation causality.
Could this rascal have concealed his cultivation level?
But that shouldn’t be possible either!
How could he not see even the slightest clue?
Jue Luo Sword Monarch’s mind was in turmoil. The white-robed elder still trapped within the Reincarnation Tribulation also watched Blood Prison Great Saint in astonishment.
“Your Majesty, this is…” Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor turned to Ji Xiaoyu beside him, hoping she could provide an explanation.
Ji Xiaoyu took a deep breath, slowly exhaling a phrase, “Baffling indeed; such fortuity is beyond our comprehension.”
Xu Jie, who also had encountered Blood Prison Great Saint, stood dumbfounded.
He, too, had dealt with Blood Prison Great Saint. Gu An had wanted to prove himself because Blood Prison Great Saint scoffed at his genius demeanor, telling him that for all his talent, there were countless others far more formidable than him.
So, Xu Jie thought Gu An looked down upon him and had Blood Prison Great Saint convey that attitude.
Now as he looked at Blood Prison Great Saint again, it suddenly dawned on him that Blood Prison Great Saint hadn’t lied—the Nirvana Realm seemed an eternity away for him, no matter how talented he was.
Gu An had easily created an Immortal Realm entity, plunging him into a sea of boundless confusion.
Was he truly not a genius? Was he just better than the disciples of the Supreme Sect, amounting to nothing in reality?
Another genius remained stunned—Zhu Xi.
She considered herself well-informed, yet she had never heard of such a feat.
How did he do it?
How profound was his Dao Level?
Lv Xian, after a brief shock, became excited, clenching his fists as though he were the one making a breakthrough.
He was amazed by Gu An’s methods, but the thought of being the only talent Gu An acknowledged made him glow with pride.
Even with the capability to create immortals at will, Gu An still recognized his talent—what did that mean?
Lv Xian’s self-confidence soared; he puffed out his chest and began to look down on others with laughter.
“Could he truly be Sword Venerable Fudao?”
Wu Jue’s eyes widened, his body stiffened to rigidity.
He had worked so hard for his Dao Level, only to have it surpassed by the Blood Prison Great Saint in an instant, which made him question his life.
Shen Zhen’s gaze shone brightly as she stared at Gu An, her eyes filled with infatuation.
She most admired the Sword Venerable Fudao, and her favorite peer and friend was Gu An. Even without the identity of Sword Venerable Fudao, she sincerely admired Gu An’s talent.
When Gu An’s identity coincided with that of Sword Venerable Fudao, Shen Zhen’s admiration and fondness for Gu An reached its peak.
The imposing aura of the Blood Prison Great Saint whipped up a gale that fluttered Gu An’s robe and hair; he turned his head to look at the Blood Prison Great Saint, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
This scene, witnessed by the crowd below, made him seem so vigorous and high-spirited.
Could there be a second person in the world capable of ‘scribing immortals’?
Everyone was shocked by Gu An’s methods, and the aura of the Blood Prison Great Saint disturbed the entire Supreme Sect, as more and more cultivators flew toward the Third Medicine Valley.
Ji Hantian came back to his senses and immediately went to stop other disciples from coming.
Gu An’s methods were too unfathomable, and he felt they should not be exposed.
Not only did he think this, but Lv Baitian and the other higher-ups shared the same view.
If news of this were to spread, could the disciples continue to cultivate peacefully? Continue your journey on empire
Surely a large number of disciples would come seeking Gu An’s favor upon hearing the news, and other sects would go crazy trying to please Gu An.
Lv Baitian also flew into the sky to take charge of the situation.
He turned his head in the air and looked toward Gu An standing on the platform, whose presence could not be overshadowed by the Blood Prison Great Saint’s imposing aura.
Lv Baitian suddenly felt a bit dazed.
He felt that the Supreme Sect could not retain Gu An, nor were they worthy of him.
Without Sword Venerable Fudao, how many times would the Supreme Sect have been destroyed by now?
Thinking this, Lv Baitian suddenly felt relieved.
Why continue to suppress?
Such an extraordinary event surely could not be hidden.
“Gu An, do you disdain the position of Sect Leader because you will live longer than the Supreme Sect?” Lv Baitian looked at Gu An and sighed softly, his voice so low as if only he could hear it.
Thunderous clouds rolled in from the horizon, gathering above his head, accumulating Heavenly Might, and casting a quick darkness over the land and sky.
Amid the vast and mighty aura, the Blood Prison Great Saint slowly stood up, his fur bursting apart, his form changing; a blood-red robe appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around the bull’s body before it had fully shape-shifted, aiding its transformation into human form.
The bull’s head shrank rapidly, revealing a handsome and unruly face, his arrogance even more pronounced than that of An Hao and Lv Xian.
The once invincible Blood Prison Great Saint, who had dominated his own Great Heaven and Earth, had returned!
Underneath the Mystic Pure Tree, a plump White Spirit Rat held a fruit, staring blankly at the figure of the Blood Prison Great Saint; the fruit fell to the ground unnoticed.
An Xin stood at the edge of the platform, looking at the true form of the Blood Prison Great Saint and secretly marveled, “So this is what he looks like? Or is he imitating Master?”
“But no matter how I look at it, Master is more handsome. Even with that bull’s head donning a handsome appearance, it still seems punchable.”
Feeling the quickly intensifying aura of the Blood Prison Great Saint, An Xin’s competitive spirit was spurred.
One day, she would become stronger than the Blood Prison Great Saint, and she would even surpass her senior brother, An Hao!
The Heavenly Tribulation was about to arrive, and all the people in the valley were not frightened by its might; they all stared blankly at the Blood Prison Great Saint.
It was unclear who spoke first, but the Third Medicine Valley instantly became like a pot boiling over, the clamor bursting forth, threatening to overturn the heavens.
“How is that possible? Has the demon bull really become an immortal?”
“He is not just a disciple of Sword Venerable Fudao; he is Sword Venerable Fudao!”
“My heavens! How did he do it? Could it be that this bull was always an immortal?”
“Immortal my ass, I’ve known the Bull Demon King for five hundred years, watching him nap every day; can an immortal do that?”
“That’s right, this bull has indeed been around for a long time, not just a recent appearance.”
Everyone was immensely excited, fervently discussing the Blood Prison Great Saint and Gu An.
Gu An’s gaze turned towards the heavens, sensing a powerful presence rushing from the Silent Destruction Domain.
It was the aura of the Heavenly Demon, stronger than the Jue Luo Sword Monarch, truly half a step into the Tao Fruit Realm!
“The Heavenly Demon Emperor… interesting.”
Gu An’s eyes sparkled, his thoughts playful.
…
In the dim great hall, the sickly green candlelight flickered as if demons were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
The Annihilation God Emperor sat cross-legged on a large cauldron, surrounded by a misty fog that faintly revealed swirling ghosts.
His face remained pitch black as if a black hole, his true features unseen.
“Come in.”
The Annihilation God Emperor spoke, his tone indifferent.
As his words fell, a surge of demonic Qi bubbled from the darkness ahead, quickly approaching him.
It was the Heavenly Demon Emperor!
The Heavenly Demon Emperor stood in front of the cauldron, looking up at the Annihilation God Emperor perched above, and asked, “Divine Emperor, are you waiting for a descendant of the Dragon Clan?”
“Um.”
The Annihilation God Emperor responded with a hum, his seated posture revealing nothing of his emotions.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor asked, “If you suspect that person is in the Great Heavenly Spirit Land, why not eradicate the Great Heaven and Earth directly? Wouldn’t trading the lives of all its beings for the peace of the vast cosmos be worthwhile?”
The Annihilation God Emperor’s head tilted slightly, as if he were looking at the Heavenly Demon Emperor.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor was not afraid and continued, “You are not a paragon of virtue, you have destroyed numerous Great Heavens and Earth; could it be that you do not actually wish to kill that person, perhaps even to protect him?”
“It is said that the Primordial Ancestor of the Dragon Clan was not Emperor Long Xin but his father, who was known as the Emperor of Heavenly Dragon. He founded the Battle Court but swiftly fell. Emperor Long Xin was merely heir to his legacy. Moreover, I heard that Emperor Long Xin was your disciple, is that so?”
The Annihilation God Emperor fixed his gaze on the Heavenly Demon Emperor and said, “Heavenly Demon Emperor, though you have become an emperor, are you sure you want to provoke me?”
