Chapter 687: Chapter 679: New Momentum
The dark void, a mass of purple clouds floating in front of a bright full moon, with a cliff standing above the clouds, where an old man in a white robe is sitting.
He has white hair and a youthful face, with two halos floating behind his head, constantly changing colors, beautiful and mesmerizing.
He opens his eyes, pinches his fingers to calculate, his expression becomes strange.
He begins to continually deduce, but unfortunately, no matter how he deduces, he cannot unlock the confusion in his heart.
A figure suddenly appears behind him, a celestial god dressed in blood armor, with a terrifying aura, white hair fluttering, and a blood flower imprint on his forehead.
It is the Celestial Destruction God!
He has another identity, known as Long Mie, the grandson of Emperor Longxin.
The Celestial Destruction God bends and raises his hand, saluting the old man in white, saying: “Master, your disciple has come to see you.”
“How many years has it been, you have finally come, it seems you have successfully refined a Dharma Body for that entity.” The old man in white speaks, his tone calm.
The Celestial Destruction God replies: “Duty calls; the Celestial Mandate cannot be violated.”
“The Celestial Mandate cannot be violated? Indeed, it cannot be violated.”
The old man in white stands up, turns to look at the Celestial Destruction God, gazing up and down, with a look of gratification in his eyes.
“Your Dao practice is not bad, proving you haven’t wasted your time, you’re not unworthy of my cultivation.” The old man in white strokes his beard and smiles.
The Celestial Destruction God responds: “Master has cultivated more than just this disciple, without Master, I would have died long ago.”
The old man in white shakes his head, turning to gaze into the dark void, while the Celestial Destruction God looks at him intently.
“Disciple, your talent is extraordinary, possessing gifts that even the Immortal Gods find hard to match; from now on, you need not restrain your desire for slaughter.”
The old man in white says softly, reflections of great explosions flickering in his pupils.
The Celestial Destruction God frowns upon hearing this and asks, “Do you think it is already that time?”
“Even if it hasn’t arrived, you must prepare in advance; the changes in the Great Dao are becoming increasingly complex, and the struggles within the Celestial Court are growing fiercer, who can say how much disaster lies within, and what it will ultimately evolve into.”
The old man in white sighs as he speaks.
The Celestial Destruction God remains silent for a moment before saying: “I am not prepared to rely on the talent left by the Long Family, the Long Family should disappear; I will only cultivate steadily.”
The old man in white glances at him, saying meaningfully: “It seems someone from the Long Family still lives, and you’ve gained a burden; the old you couldn’t wait to be free of restraints.”
The Celestial Destruction God replies: “Indeed, some still live, but they have cut ties with the past; I simply do not wish to follow the old path of the Long Family, growing stronger through slaughter, to me, that is not the Righteous Dao.”
Hearing this, the old man in white chuckled, shifting his gaze back to the void.
“Before returning to the Celestial Court, take a trip along the Path of the Great Dao, there is new fortune born there, what exactly it is, you shall explore for yourself.” The old man in white instructed.
The Celestial Destruction God agreed, saluted him, and then vanished from the spot.
Only the old man in white remained on the cliff, standing in front of the bright moon, his figure appearing desolate.
“Who will be the next Celestial Emperor? Is this truly just a battle for the Celestial Emperor?”
The old man in white muttered to himself, with no one able to answer him, he was questioning himself.
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Daoist Field of the Beginningless.
Another ten thousand years have passed since Fang Xuan’s first reincarnation projection successfully appeared.
The Human World has ushered in a new prosperous age, with the Hundred Sects vying for supremacy, yet neither the Qiankun Sect nor the Supreme Sect, despite their strengthening, were able to enter the ranks of the Hundred Sects of the world.
Over the years, besides daily life, Gu An is most concerned with the fortune of the Primordial Dao Emperor.
Currently, over three hundred cultivators are pursuing the Primordial Dao Emperor along the Path of the Great Dao; more than a thousand have encountered this opportunity, some perishing in the recent ten thousand years, others giving up on this opportunity.
Generally speaking, having over three hundred cultivators striving for the Primordial Dao Emperor, this destiny is considered to be formed.
Although the Primordial Dao Emperor does not seek quick strength through victory, the reincarnation projection speeds up cultivators’ advancement, possibly resulting in the emergence of the first Primordial Dao Emperor within hundreds of thousands of years, which piques Gu An’s curiosity.
Who exactly will it be?
Fang Xuan was the first to begin, but new talents have emerged along the Path of the Great Dao, with momentum surpassing his.
As for the Dao Seekers in the Celestial Spirit Great World, they were all acquaintances of Gu An; their natural abilities did not match the prodigies of the Path of the Great Dao, and Gu An would not show favoritism towards them on the Primordial Emperor Road, as they almost certainly could not become the first Primordial Dao Emperor.
On this day, within the Daoist Field of the Beginningless.
Gu An plays the flute while watching the celestial battle in the sky.
He creates a barrier field, allowing the Blood Prison Great Saint and An Xin to engage in combat, with Shen Zhen, the Celestial Demon Child, Celestial Cyan, Tian Bai, Jiang Shi, Ghost Mother of Ephemera, Emperor Tianhong, and the White Spirit Rat watching nearby, their hearts surging and discussing continuously.
“Why has the Blood Prison Great Saint stopped again? Could it be he’s fallen under an illusion technique?”
“An Xin is formidable; it feels like she’s toying with the Blood Prison Great Saint.”
“Hahaha, don’t let him hear you say that, he’ll hold a grudge.”
“Senior Sister An Xin is indeed strong, it’s entirely unclear how powerful she really is.”
“Did anyone see what divine skills An Xin used?”
The disciples are endlessly discussing, and Gu An intentionally used a barrier to conceal An Xin’s Immortal Emperor’s Eye, so the disciples did not witness any change in An Xin’s eyes, nor could they feel the power of the Immortal Emperor’s Eye.
This led to the combat feeling awkward, with the Blood Prison Great Saint intermittently pausing. If not for his formidable corporeal body and abundant Qi-Blood, he would have already been defeated.
Compared to An Xin’s Immortal Emperor’s Eye, Gu An was more pleased with the progress of the Blood Prison Great Saint.
The Blood Prison Great Saint had created his own divine skills, allowing his flesh to rapidly regenerate, even if his body turned to dust, he could recover in a short period.
But such recovery requires consuming soul energy, and he began to feel fatigue, a fatigue emanating from the depths of his soul, weakening his control over his body.
At this rate, his defeat was inevitable.
Gu An pondered whether to send the Blood Prison Great Saint to train along the Path of the Great Dao?
The Blood Prison Great Saint was well-suited to grow stronger through combat, but regrettably, when asked several times before, he stubbornly refused to go, even though Gu An promised he could return to the Beginningless afterward, the Blood Prison Great Saint still did not agree.
If the Blood Prison Great Saint were assigned to tasks in the Human World, he would go, but the Path of the Great Dao is far away, and he always felt that once there, returning shortly would be difficult.
No, it wouldn’t work.
He must be made to go out and train for a hundred thousand years before returning.
Gu An thought silently.
Not only to make Blood Prison Great Saint grow stronger but also to reduce the pressure on the other disciples.
The Blood Prison Great Saint not only loved to fight but also had a foul mouth; every time he won, he’d resort to frantically taunting his opponents, so now no one hoped he would win, all were watching his misfire.
After some time.
The Blood Prison Great Saint was defeated and exited the barrier with An Xin.
An Xin, like a celestial being descended to the mortal world, landed beside Gu An, her clothes without any change, appearing not to have undergone any battle.
The Blood Prison Great Saint hung his head low, devoid of fighting spirit, his fists clenched tightly.