Chapter 635: Chapter 628: Gu An’s Terrifying Method
“Indeed, such existences are rarely seen, but they often bring great trouble,” the Taiyi Immortal Monarch said, his eyes concealed, making it impossible for one to discern his gaze.
The Yellow-robed Daoist asked, “Were the Seventy-Two Immortals of the Golden Cave captured?”
If it were merely a defeat or death, that wouldn’t matter much. For Immortal Gods, the most agonizing fate is to be sealed and unable to perish on their own, forced to endure prolonged suffering and waiting only for rescue by the Celestial Court.
Of course, it would be a difficult process, but the Celestial Court could always save them—such is the strength of the Immortal Gods.
The Taiyi Immortal Monarch replied, “Hmm, we can’t capture their Destiny, nor can we perceive the causality that binds them.”
He wasn’t worried either, but he pondered how next to deal with that person.
The Yellow-robed Daoist asked with a half-smile, “What do you plan to do, personally intervene? For so many Immortal Gods to descend upon a Great Thousand World goes against Celestial Rules.”
The Taiyi Immortal Monarch did not answer; instead, he picked up a chess piece and gently tapped the edge of the board.
The Yellow-robed Daoist said no more, not wanting to disturb the Taiyi Immortal Monarch’s contemplation.
He cast his gaze toward the chessboard, his eyes flashing with a strange light at the sight of a childlike piece.
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Inside the Daoist Field of the Beginningless, Shen Zhen, An Xin, and the Ghost Mother of Ephemera saw the illusion of the demonic shadow disappear, and the three women came to from their shock.
“Was it the Immortal Emperor’s Eye that rewrote the heavens and earth?” An Xin thought curiously to herself. Before the void reverted to the mundane world, she had seen the divine light of the Immortal Emperor’s Eye flash across Gu An’s face, brief but unmistakable.
Shen Zhen turned to look at Gu An, who still held the “Cyan Hero’s Travelogue” in a lounging pose.
The more nonchalant he was, the more she admired Gu An.
After so many years, seeing Gu An take action again still left her in awe.
At that moment, Gu An’s demonic shadow appeared out of thin air beside his true self, then dissipated into smoke, leaving behind seventy-two tiny orbs of golden light floating in the air.
Gu An sat up, tucked the “Cyan Hero’s Travelogue” into his chest, then raised his right hand, and the seventy-two orbs of light dispersed, revealing small wooden plaques that fell into his palm.
These wooden plaques were only five or six centimeters long and thin as leaves, crafted as if by an artisan, with different figures carved on each, all images of the Golden Cave Immortals.
Gu An grabbed the batch of plaques, then took out a red thread, threaded it through the forehead of each plaque, strung them together, and hung them on his belt.
An Xin, Shen Zhen, and the Ghost Mother of Ephemera witnessed this, their eyes widened, and their perception challenged severely.
Transforming living beings into such small trinkets was already astonishing, and these plaques originated from beings of great power.
Even through the illusion, they could feel the might of the Seventy-Two Immortals of the Golden Cave, and the terrifying power of the Golden Cave Absolute Immortal Array that enveloped the entire Celestial Spirit Great World, inciting fear in all beings within and beyond the heavens.
After finishing all this, Gu An played with the wooden plaques at his waist, a smile appearing on his face.
Shen Zhen and the other ladies felt it was preposterous.
Gu An’s methods turned their understanding of Immortal Cultivation on its head.
“Why are you all watching me, continue with the excitement,” Gu An said to the three of them, reminding them. Startled, they quickly turned back to see the illusion on top of the Artifact Refining Cauldron, where the Daoist Cultivators of the Dao Court had once again surrounded Zhu Guanghan.
“How did you manage to capture him?” Shen Zhen asked, surprised, staring at the illusion.
Zhu Guanghan had already proven his strength, and all the Great Cultivators in the world could not withstand him.
Gu An did not answer. He twisted his body and walked toward the outside of the courtyard.
Before he reached the gate, the voice of Zhu Guanghan came from within the illusion.
“I have been defeated,” he declared, “I am willing to recall the Innate Human Race and no longer bring calamity to the Celestial Spirit Great World.”
His words allowed the Cultivators of the Dao Court to breathe a sigh of relief, yet there were still some who, indignant, asked, “You have slain so many beings, and just like that, it’s over?”
Zhu Guanghan remained composed and said, “We rely on a Destiny unimaginable to you. Even in death, we can be resurrected. To truly kill us, you must extinguish that very Destiny.”
His statement left the inquirer abruptly at a loss for words.
Yuan Songzi looked at Zhu Guanghan with a complex expression in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and ordered, “Everyone, withdraw. Do not engage with the Innate Human Race any further.”
Zhu Guanghan turned his gaze to Yuan Songzi and said eerily, “The path of the Immortal Dao is far beyond your imagination. If you wish to govern this world, you must be psychologically prepared.”
As he spoke, he cast a sideways glance at Tian Hao, his stare causing a tremor in Tian Hao’s heart.
Tian Hao thought back to the earlier battle with the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong and the Golden Extreme God, and for some reason, he felt that these mighty beings had come for him.
But he couldn’t be sure and feared he might be overestimating himself.
Lv Xian patted his shoulder, signaling it was time to leave.
The Blood Prison Great Saint, however, looked quite disgruntled. This battle had offered him no room to show his prowess; he felt as if he had made a trip for nothing.
The other Wushiji Disciples, on the other hand, were quite excited, still reminiscing about Gu An’s earlier actions.
Elsewhere.
In the depths of the universe, beneath a World Gate.
The Celestial Spirit God looked into the distance, his mood remaining unsettled for a long time.
The aura of the Golden Extreme God had startled him; he felt that the Golden Extreme God had surpassed his own power and that in a fight to the death, he would struggle to overcome the Golden Extreme God.
Of course, the Golden Extreme God was only slightly stronger than him, and his defeat at the hands of Gu An was within expectations.
However, the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong were a different matter entirely.
The Purple Dragon Star Monarch was a figure whom he had once looked up to, and the other Immortals of Jin Dong were no ordinary individuals either. These seventy-two Immortals hailed from the same Immortal Sect, each previously a pinnacle of talent before ascending to immortality. They did not all come from the same era but were the strongest disciples of the Immortal Sect across different ages.
Their Golden Cave Absolute Immortal Array was an exceptionally fearsome legend, possessing tremendous deterrent power even within the Celestial Court.
His master had once said that even a Daluo Immortal would lose a layer of skin if caught in the Golden Cave Absolute Immortal Array.
He did not know how powerful a Daluo Immortal could be, but it was certainly a realm beyond his imagination.
Before Gu An, such a terrifying Golden Cave Absolute Immortal Array seemed fragile, and the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong were defeated in an instant.
“You did not choose the Profound Star Immortal Monarch nor the Taiyi Immortal Monarch, and yet for his sake, you have gone to such lengths. Who exactly are you?”
The Celestial Spirit God muttered to himself. At this point, he also saw the problem.
Tian Hao was not merely his son, nor solely a manifestation of the Destiny of the Celestial Spirit Great World; there was something deeper about Tian Hao.
He began to waver inside.
Could it be that the treasure stolen by the Celestial Spirit Immortal Venerable back then was not just the World Punishment Dao Pearl, but also Tian Hao’s previous form?
He had often wondered why Emperor Ziwei did not force him to destroy the Celestial Spirit Great World, but now it seemed likely that the successful theft of the treasure by the Celestial Spirit Immortal Venerable might have been condoned by Emperor Ziwei.
He then recalled the scene within the Immortal Palace, the expressions of the Main Deities were so peculiar.
The Celestial Spirit God sighed. He realized he was entangled in a karma beyond his imagination, and it stemmed from within the Celestial Court itself. Such karma could possibly cause him to lose his Celestial Dao Immortal Position and be reduced to ashes.
As an Immortal God, one is eternally indestructible.
But if stripped of the Immortal God status, death would inevitably follow.
The Celestial Spirit God’s eyes flickered as he felt the time had come to make a choice.
He stood up and walked toward the Celestial Spirit Great World, his silhouette resolute and determined.