“Disperse? What does that mean?” An Xin asked curiously. She had watched Long Qing grow up and considered him her own child, naturally wishing him a lifetime of peace. The so-called Great Cause and Effect sounded like a deep-seated vendetta, so how could she not worry?
Gu An gave her a look and said, “Why so many questions? When your cultivation level is higher, you will naturally understand everything.”
An Xin pouted and said, “Isn’t that why I’m waiting for you to take me away? Once we find a quiet place, I’ll seclude myself for a thousand years, ten thousand years. When I emerge, I will surely be an enlightened master.”
In her perception, ten thousand years was an incredibly long time. She believed that if she cultivated for ten thousand years in the Human World, she would definitely be considered a powerful being.
Gu An didn’t discourage her, but instead said, “Let Long Qing prepare.”
An Xin nodded, raised her hand in a salute, and then turned to leave.
Although she was very close to Gu An and often bickered with him, she never forgot the proper courtesies when needed.
An Xin left the house, closed the door behind her, and then walked down the stairs.
A female disciple passing by asked curiously, “Big Sister, the master isn’t here, what are you doing going up there?”
An Xin replied, “Even though Master isn’t here, I still have to manage things. We can’t let the Master return to find the house full of dust.”
The female disciple felt that made sense; she stepped forward, linked arms with An Xin, and began to sigh, wondering when the master would return.
An Xin casually comforted her, and the two walked off into the distance.
The Third Medicine Valley was still bustling, the disciples busy with their own tasks, unaware that a disaster was about to strike.
As time passed, more and more beings felt the terrifying pressure from the Battle Court.
When the disciples of the Third Medicine Valley felt the pressure from the Battle Court, chaos had already erupted across the world.
Most living beings did not know where the pressure was coming from and felt only fear; they fled in panic, finding that no matter where they ran, the pressure only increased, amplifying their fear.
Gu An saw that the Yang Immortal Emperor and the Saint Minister hastened to Outer Heaven; they were preparing to negotiate with the Battle Court.
The oppression from the Battle Court this time was even stronger than the Profound Desolate Demon God before, wearing down even the confident Yang Immortal Emperor and the ambitious Saint Minister.
Especially the Yang Immortal Emperor, he felt that no matter how much he gave, he would always face an insurmountable enemy.
For the Saint Minister, he could no longer care about his ambitions, focusing only on how to lead the Holy Court through the difficult times ahead.
Shengtian had already abandoned them; what was the Holy Court’s next move?
That night, all beings found it hard to sleep.
The next morning.
Gu An arrived early at the forest, waiting for Yi Xiaoliang and his four companions.
He sat on a rock by a small stream, looking up at Outer Heaven, where the Yang Immortal Emperor and the Saint Minister faced the Profound Yuan Free Immortal in a grand hall.
The negotiation appeared to be going poorly.
Gu An was not interested in the Profound Yuan Free Immortal seated above; he was curious about the nine suns.
The nine suns hid nine Profound Yuan Free Immortals, the suns acting like some sort of gateway, the spaces connected originating from other universes.
From the aura of the Great Dao emanating from within, Gu An could tell they did not come from this universe, and each originated from a different universe.
What puzzled Gu An more was why the Celestial Spirit God wasn’t taking action?
The Celestial Spirit God was meditating in front of the World Gate, previously absent, clearly drawn by the disturbance caused by Gu An’s breakthrough.
Could it be that the Battle Court had reached some sort of agreement with the Celestial Spirit God?
Gu An could determine that there was no direct connection between the Celestial Spirit God and the Battle Court because the Celestial Spirit God had a dense aura of Celestial Dao Destiny, which was not the kind of destiny that belonged to the Battle Court.
Meanwhile.
On the massive Battle Court, the Yang Immortal Emperor and the Saint Minister stood side by side, looking up at the formidable Ye Tianji like they were gazing at a deity, the light from the nine suns illuminating their faces, highlighting their grim expressions.
The grand hall was surrounded by floating figures, all sneering at the Yang Immortal Emperor and the Saint Minister, as if they were looking down on reptiles.
The Saint Minister took a deep breath and said, “We indeed do not know who the descendant of the Long Clan is, and there are countless incarnations of Heavenly Demons among the heaven and earth. As for the Celestial Dao Golden Core…”
He glanced at the Yang Immortal Emperor, then turned to Ye Tianji and said, “If the Celestial Dao Golden Core were to leave the Celestial Spirit Great World, the Celestial Spirit Great World would shatter. How is that different from killing us directly?”
Ye Tianji was expressionless and said, “The difference is you can live. At this point, do you still want to save others?”
The Saint Minister furrowed his brow.
If he really only cared about his own life, he could have escaped from the Celestial Spirit Great World long ago.
At this moment, he could only place his hopes on the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable.
He was just trying his best to stall for time, waiting for the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable to make his move.
The Yang Immortal Emperor spoke up, “Aren’t you afraid of the Heavenly Dao’s backlash?”
Ye Tianji snorted, “Heavenly Dao’s backlash? It seems you don’t know what Heavenly Dao really is. Indeed, a mere mortal trying to reach for the Celestial Dao Immortal Position has deceived you all in the Great Heaven and Earth. It’s truly sad, but it’s also the fault of that being.”
Upon hearing this, the Yang Immortal Emperor wanted to ask more, but Ye Tianji continued, “Enough, no more stalling. It seems the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable you are hoping for has already left.”
While the Saint Minister was delaying, Ye Tianji was also waiting.
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Before coming here, he knew about the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable’s feat in annihilating a split body of the Silent Destruction God Emperor. He was sure that the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable must be the Profound Yuan Free Immortal. For this, he even specially invited nine fellows of the same realm to help.
Although he didn’t say it out loud, he was actually very wary of the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, so he didn’t make a move immediately, wanting to see what the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable had to say.
However, the night had passed, and the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable had made no move.
Ye Tianji guessed that the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable might have been scared away by the Reincarnation Phenomenon. It was normal, given that the phenomenon capable of causing such fear was unimaginable and certainly not something the Profound Yuan Free Immortal could match.
As for whether it was the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, he never even considered that possibility. He learned from the nine fellows above him that other universes also had such phenomena, with an unimaginably vast scope.
The faces of the Yang Immortal Emperor and the Saint Minister changed drastically—they hadn’t expected Ye Tianji to know what they were waiting for.
Ye Tianji raised his right hand, and seeing this, the Yang Immortal Emperor immediately began cultivating energy. The powerful aura of the Daoist Zang Zizai Immortal suddenly burst forth, and the Saint Minister of the Zi Zai Immortal Realm, standing next to the Yang Immortal Emperor, lacking the strength, was immediately pressured to retreat in a flash.
The creatures surrounding the grand hall in the Battle Court all turned and faced the Yang Immortal Emperor, their auras likewise bursting forth. Even the Yang Immortal Emperor, a Daoist Zang Zizai Immortal, changed color at their intensity.
He had long felt that the surrounding creatures were powerful, but he hadn’t expected that many would have a cultivation level higher than his own.
How were they supposed to fight now?
The Yang Immortal Emperor looked towards Ye Tianji, his face intensely uneasy, his eyes filled with a chilling look as he tried hard not to show any signs of fear.
Ye Tianji’s smile was wild and contemptuous as he directed the palm of his right hand towards the Celestial Spirit Great World.
In an instant, the entire Celestial Spirit Great World shifted abruptly from daytime into nighttime, with neither the bright moon nor the stars visible.
Walking through the forest, Yi Xiaoliang and his four companions screamed in fright, hurriedly hugging each other, no longer daring to move forward, with some even scared to tears.
The cultivators and demons standing on the Celestial Dao Light Layer were utterly horrified. Under their watchful eyes, an indescribable giant hand descended from above the universe, stretching towards the Celestial Spirit Great World.
The vast and boundless Celestial Spirit Great World seemed like a small pebble in front of this giant hand, about the size of a finger.
From far atop the grand hall, both the Yang Immortal Emperor and the Saint Minister stared in shock.
“The descendant of the Long Clan, it’s time to awaken.”
Ye Tianji’s voice resounded throughout the Celestial Spirit Great World. Under the darkness, his voice seemed like that of a Demon God from the Abyss, instilling endless terror into all living beings.
In the Third Medicine Valley, Long Qing was looking up at the night sky when he suddenly sensed something and abruptly clutched his head as a flood of memories burst forth from the depths of his mind, assaulting his spirit.
He had never felt such intense pain in his head before, as if it were going to explode. In pain, he then knelt on the ground.
As the world had already darkened, everyone else was watching the night sky, and no one noticed his abnormality.
“How could this be…”
Long Qing gritted his teeth and murmured to himself, struggling as he saw himself fighting and slaughtering across a realm filled with the blood of all living beings, his world tinged with red.