Chapter 696: Chapter 688: Unfathomable Ancestor
Within the Wushi Dojo, at dusk.
Gu An was carving a wooden figure in the courtyard, Shen Zhen was cultivating in front of the Artifact Refining Cauldron, and An Zizai was pondering deeply atop the courtyard wall, as the twilight glow cast an aura of tranquility and harmony over the entire courtyard.
Suddenly.
Gu An slightly raised his eyebrows; he sensed that Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan had been captured, and the threads of destiny suddenly became blurred.
Celestial Court!
Only the Celestial Court could make destiny appear this obscure.
Fortunately, the Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan carried the destiny of the Primordial Dao Emperor, allowing him to track their whereabouts.
Gu An began tracing their trail through the destiny of the Primordial Dao Emperor and saw the plight of Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan.
Huh?
Gu An suddenly thought of the Divine Court within the Taiwei Great World.
The Divine Court was also aiding the Immortal Gods in capturing creatures, tossing them into a furnace, and now the same fate befell Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan.
Could it be that these Immortal Gods were preparing for the Celestial Emperor’s struggle?
Gu An stood up, stretched lazily.
He looked at An Zizai and suddenly had an idea.
No matter what, An Zizai, being the eldest disciple among the third-generation disciples of Wushi, must eventually possess the ability and insight to stand on his own.
Currently, An Zizai severely lacks insight, even considering the Free Immortal Realm as the highest stage of immortal cultivation.
“Zizai, I am planning to go out and have a look. There might be battles involved. Would you like to come and see?”
Gu An spoke, and as soon as he said this, An Zizai turned his head towards him with an expression of interest.
Not only him, but even Shen Zhen looked at Gu An, eyes full of curiosity.
“Ancestor, I’m afraid I will drag you down…”
An Zizai wanted to go, but recalling his previous experiences of external training made him hesitant.
Gu An smiled and said, “No worries, you won’t need to act. Such an opportunity is rare. Think about it carefully.”
Hearing this, An Zizai fell silent, while Shen Zhen spoke, “Your ancestor wants to broaden your horizons. You are the first third-generation disciple of Wushi, and you will surely have many junior brothers and sisters in the future. Do you think you are qualified to be the eldest disciple in your current state?”
Her words were not pleasant, tinged with a shade of mockery, but they did not anger An Zizai.
An Zizai took a deep breath, finding reason in Shen Zhen’s words. He gave Shen Zhen a grateful look, then said to Gu An, “Ancestor, I am willing to go with you!”
Gu An immediately waved his sleeve, and An Zizai felt a strong wind rush towards him, instinctively closing his eyes.
Then An Zizai could not open his eyes, only feeling himself falling, unable to extend his divine sense, which instinctively made him feel tense.
After a while, An Zizai felt his feet touch the ground, and instinctively opened his eyes to see Gu An’s back.
Seeing his ancestor before him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Without speaking, he raised his head to observe the surroundings. He found himself in a dim world, the celestial vault pitch-black like a starless night sky, the barren earth and heaps of scorched soil emanated fire sparks and smoldering smoke, gradually making him feel the heat.
“What is this place?”
Confusion filled An Zizai’s heart, and he could only look towards his ancestor.
Gu An said, “We are inside a great cauldron, where thousands of beings beyond the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Path are suffering.”
Beyond the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Path?
Thousands?
An Zizai’s eyes widened, his mouth dropped open in shock, his worldview experiencing a strong impact.
In his understanding, the Ninth Heaven of the Immortal Path was the highest realm, and he could not envision how powerful those beyond it could be. Yet thousands of such powerful beings were subdued here.
“Above the Free Immortal Realm is the Dao Fruit Realm, segmented into Daoist Zang Zizai Immortal, Profound Yuan Free Immortal, and Heaven-Encompassing Free Immortal. Beyond that lies the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, segmented into Innate Golden Immortal, Heaven-Balancing Golden Immortal, and Taiqing Golden Immortal.”
Gu An gazed into the distance, softly introducing, leaving An Zizai even more astounded.
There are so many realms above the Free Immortal?
What realm was the ancestor in?
His intuition told him the ancestor might very well be a Taiqing Golden Immortal!
How else could he know so much?
An Zizai nervously asked, “Ancestor, who is the enemy and where are they?”
Gu An did not hide it, “The owner of this cauldron is an immortal god from the Celestial Court. We came here because my steed was captured here.”
“Is it Uncle Master Blood Prison?” An Zizai’s eyes lit up as he asked.
Though the Blood Prison Great Saint was a steed, he was regarded as a disciple within Wushi, and An Zizai had heard his name since childhood.
Among the disciples of Wushi, Blood Prison Great Saint was the second only to his master, with immense capability.
“Yes, it is him.”
Gu An answered, having already sensed the presence of Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan within the cauldron. They were trying to escape the cauldron, but no matter how they exerted their divine skills, they could not break free.
The other trapped individuals within the cauldron had long given up hope, opting only to meditate to resist the cauldron’s flames as best as they could.
“Are we going to rescue him now?” An Zizai asked excitedly.
He was excited for two reasons: meeting the Blood Prison Great Saint and encountering the Immortal Gods and realms beyond the Free Immortal. He felt a thrill reminiscent of his early days of training away from the Nine Spirit Continent.
“No rush.”
Gu An turned to walk, and An Zizai quickly followed.
He glanced around, feeling very nervous, unsure of where the enemy lay.
“This world is so vast. Is it really a cauldron?”
An Zizai was secretly astonished, unable to imagine the strength and features of the Celestial Court Immortal God who wielded such a great cauldron.
As they advanced, An Zizai saw bones upon bones—human remains, and demon remains, shocking to the eye, the stances of some of the skeletons making his scalp tingle; he could imagine how desperate they must have been while alive.
“Ancestor, how did you bring me in?” An Zizai refocused his gaze on Gu An, cautiously asking.
Invading even the treasure of an Immortal God seemed effortless; An Zizai truly sensed his ancestor’s profound abilities, heightening his anticipation for the impending battle.
“Just stepped in.” Gu An answered casually.
This offhand remark further increased An Zizai’s admiration for him.
“Ancestor, will you fight the Immortal Gods?”
“In this place, it might be worth testing their edge.”
“What is this place? Where is this great cauldron located? Is it still within our world?”
“This is the Path of the Great Dao, incredibly far from the Celestial Spirit Great World, so distant that with your current cultivation level, you will never be able to come here in your lifetime.”
Gu An’s answer left An Zizai wide-eyed again, memorizing the name of this place, determined to journey here if possible in the future.
“Ancestor, if a battle does start, will you use the Myriad Supreme Palm?” An Zizai blinked, expectantly asking.
Gu An gently nodded; he did not look back, but this gesture was enough to make An Zizai feel thrilled.
Having cultivated the Myriad Supreme Palm for so many years, he had not truly witnessed the power of this secret skill.
