Chapter 695: Chapter 687: As Godly as Stabilizing the World
“Myriad Supreme Palm…”
An Zizai muttered the name of this palm technique, having heard Gu An say that the first palm could quell all the chaos of the world, which made him anticipate and feel pleasantly surprised.
The name itself sounds powerful!
“Please, Ancestor, teach me!”
An Zizai immediately knelt down, speaking with a face full of expectation.
Gu An looked at him, smiled, and said, “The Myriad Supreme Palm is a secret skill I created after comprehending the Great Dao. It consists of seven palms, equivalent to seven kinds of Great Divine Power. The first palm I will teach you is named ‘World-stabilizing Like a God…’”
An Zizai listened patiently. This was Gu An’s first time teaching him, and he wanted to prove his talent, so he was very attentive.
Gradually, his mind became immersed.
He was entering the Dao!
It wasn’t that his comprehension was astonishing, but rather Gu An was guiding him with his Dao Intent.
Since An Xin had spoken, and An Zizai was the first to cultivate the Myriad Supreme Palm, Gu An naturally had to teach earnestly. He was bound to ensure An Zizai’s Myriad Supreme Palm would become renowned.
Unknown how much time had passed.
When An Zizai awakened, his eyes became clear, and it was now nighttime.
He instinctively looked around and did not find Ancestor’s silhouette. He took a deep breath, reminiscing about the insights in his mind, and his spirit trembled.
He had never encountered such a powerful secret skill before; he hadn’t even mastered it yet, but just recalling the inherited memory, he felt this secret skill was invincible in the world.
This was only the first palm. What kind of incredible power would the seventh palm possess?
For the first time, he became intensely curious about Ancestor’s Dao Practice.
What kind of cultivation level was needed to create such a secret skill?
An Zizai suddenly wanted to follow Gu An by his side to cultivate. Previously, he thought Gu An was annoying and would keep his distance, but now, he was curious about everything about Gu An.
How high is Ancestor’s Dao Practice?
What kind of life has he experienced?
Why does Ancestor refuse to appear in the world?
So many questions aroused An Zizai’s sense of rebirth, even filling him with fighting spirit.
Thus.
In the days that followed, An Zizai began to stick to Gu An. As long as Gu An was in the dojo, he would go to Gu An’s side to cultivate the Myriad Supreme Palm.
As time passed, the Wushiji Disciples gradually learned that Gu An had created a secret skill, but they didn’t ask An Zizai about how to cultivate the Myriad Supreme Palm. Without Gu An’s orders, they didn’t dare act rashly.
This had been a rule cultivated over hundreds of thousands of years, where disciples would not exchange divine skills, and they had full confidence in their own divine skills.
…
In the void, countless meteors floated silently in the darkness.
The Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan sat shoulder to shoulder, cultivating together.
Fang Xuan opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyes became complex.
“How many lifetimes have you projected?” The Blood Prison Great Saint’s voice came from beside him, with a tone of exhaustion.
Fang Xuan glanced over, seeing Blood Prison Great Saint’s expression was somewhat desolate as well, he replied, “Twenty-seven lifetimes, all were bitter.”
The Blood Prison Great Saint followed with a sigh, “Twenty-one lifetimes, I was bitter too.”
Both fell into silence together.
After a while.
“Perhaps experiencing enough failures can prepare one for all future hardships. The strength of the Primordial Dao Emperor isn’t just about cultivation level and divine skills, but also a robust Dao Heart,” Fang Xuan sighed.
He could hardly imagine how many reincarnations the real Primordial Dao Emperor had experienced, and what kind of mindset he had when looking at the Great Dao, at all things?
Perhaps they hadn’t heard of the Primordial Dao Emperor before because he had already transcended, without any desire for fame or gain.
The Blood Prison Great Saint nodded, saying, “The higher my achievement in cultivating this path, the more I revere the Primordial Dao Emperor. No wonder my master sent me to cultivate; I feel the Primordial Dao Emperor is stronger than the Daoist Emperor.”
Fang Xuan smiled and replied, “That’s inevitable. The Daoist Emperor relies purely on slaughter and does not cultivate the heart.”
The two continuously expressed their longing for the Primordial Dao Emperor. Even though they had cultivated up to now, they still couldn’t see the day when their Dao would be complete, but having each other, they felt more confident and less confused.
Just as the two were having an unending exchange, a dazzling light erupted from the depths of the darkness, catching their attention.
An overwhelming aura came, causing them to frown.
Boom—
A Jing Hong shot over swiftly, making the void where the Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan resided as bright as day.
The two looked up to see a figure above. It was a man cloaked in a black robe with chain armor underneath, standing in the void. His face was grim, eyes like a snake, looking down at the Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan with furrowed brows.
Blood Prison Great Saint was the first to ask, “Is there something you need?”
Although the opponent’s aura was powerful, he wasn’t fazed at all. At worst, they would fight; it had been many years since he last battled.
Fang Xuan glanced at Blood Prison Great Saint, suddenly feeling this sworn brother was more belligerent than he imagined because he heard the eagerness in the Blood Prison Great Saint’s tone.
Although Fang Xuan was considered a genius, he didn’t like to fight. To him, immortal cultivation didn’t necessarily require combat; fighting was the ultimate last resort.
“The Celestial Court is arresting beings who are stepping onto the Emperor Road. Although you don’t have the Destiny of the Daoist Emperor, the Destiny on you two is very special, and you might be targeted by the Celestial Court. Leave the Path of the Great Dao soon,”
The black-robed man looked down at the Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan, then turned and left, shattering the void in the blink of an eye and disappearing without a trace.
“The Celestial Court?”
Blood Prison Great Saint frowned. He had heard this name before, but didn’t know much about it, only that the legendary Immortal Gods came from the Celestial Court, which also represented the Heavenly Dao.
Fang Xuan knew more about the Celestial Court, and his expression turned ugly. He whispered, “Better to believe it exists than not; we should find a place to hide, at least stay away from the main plane of the Path of the Great Dao.”
Blood Prison Great Saint glared and said, “So what if it’s the Celestial Court? This is the Path of the Great Dao; I’ve never heard of a force that could dominate it single-handedly!”
If they left, how would he carry out the tasks his master assigned?
Fang Xuan wanted to continue persuading when suddenly, a vast oppression descended, enveloping them both, causing their expressions to change. They instinctively turned to look.
From the direction where the black-robed man had appeared, a golden light unfolded rapidly toward them, accompanied by deafening footsteps, as if tens of thousands were marching together.
The Blood Prison Great Saint immediately took out his Dao Treasure, the Heaven-Breaking Blood Prison Saber. With the Dao Treasure out, the suppressive force he encountered immediately weakened.
He grabbed the adjacent Fang Xuan, who was immobilized by the oppressive force, and turned to flee.
“Humph! Where do you think you’re going?”
The Celestial Calming God’s cold snort came from behind. Before Blood Prison Great Saint could turn his head, he suddenly felt an irresistible pull. Even the Dao Treasure couldn’t completely resist this suction force.
Blood Prison Great Saint was greatly horrified and instinctively turned his head, seeing the endless darkness like a giant abyssal mouth engulfing everything, about to swallow him and Fang Xuan.