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Chapter 163: Please, Fudao Jianzun, Make Your Move!
Chapter 163: Please, Fudao Jianzun, Make Your Move!
Hearing Di Xie's words, Gu An could only sigh in response.
Escape to the ocean?
What a joke!
Gu An didn't know what Di Xie was thinking, but he felt that after the annihilation of the Eight Dynasties of humanity, the next victims would be the demons and magical creatures.
Previous legends proved this point. When the land was filled with demons and magical beings, powerful cultivators would appear.
Using humans to nurture demons, and demons to nurture humans?
By transmuting their nature, it's no longer a case of the same race destroying each other, and the sacred site remains revered by both races.
Gu An chatted idly with Di Xie, his gaze never leaving the Supplementary Heaven Platform. He, too, was weighing the decision to make his move.
After all, he was still some time away from reaching the million-year lifespan threshold.
If he were to break through now, he would undoubtedly attain a major realm breakthrough, but he yearned to unlock the next lifespan function instead.
He feared that his intervention would only accelerate the progression of the Demon-Magical Beast Calamity.
...
In the Grand Jiang Dynasty, the northernmost realm of the Eight Dynasties, majestic mountains and towering peaks covered the land, and various wonders were renowned throughout the world.
Backing onto the land of demons and magical beasts, the cultivators of the Grand Jiang Dynasty faced even harsher survival conditions. It was precisely because of these challenges that the strongest dynasty was forged.
In the northern border, layers of mountains overlapped, with heavy snow blocking out the sky. The majestic snow mist veiled the mountains, making them appear ethereal, like the spine of a true dragon—grand and awe-inspiring. It stood like a heaven-made wall, dividing the world in two.
On one of these mountain ranges, Lu Lingjun sat cross-legged on a large stone, her spiritual power rippling and preventing the surrounding snow mist from approaching. Tendrils of white smoke rose around her.
She slowly opened her eyes, gazing towards the horizon.
Before her lay more undulating mountains, and at the edge of the world, there was a faint glow of fire that even the flying snow couldn't completely obscure. From time to time, strong winds blew towards Lu Lingjun.
The terrifying aura of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon shrouded the entire world, causing even Lu Lingjun and the White Spirit Demon Emperor on her shoulder to feel apprehensive.
"What is he waiting for?" the White Spirit Demon Emperor asked softly.
Lu Lingjun remained calm and replied, "It might have something to do with the Mountain God. After all, there was a Great Vehicle Realm cultivator who died at the hands of the Mountain God."
"Will the Mountain God make a move?" The White Spirit Demon Emperor muttered. "The number of demons and magical beasts in the north is countless. This calamity far surpasses the troubles caused by the Cloud Sect. No matter how I look at it, the human race is doomed."
Being a magical beast itself, the White Spirit Demon Emperor naturally wouldn't side with humanity. It hoped that Lu Lingjun would leave this troubled place.
Lu Lingjun remained silent, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon, her thoughts unknown.
The White Spirit Demon Emperor couldn't help but persuade her, "Lingjun, why don't we head south? Maybe the ocean isn't as dangerous as it seems."
Lu Lingjun replied in a low voice, "Do you still remember when I broke through, how the Tai Xuan Gate cultivators formed an array for me?"
Upon hearing this, the White Spirit Demon Emperor opened its mouth, but in the end, it couldn't bring itself to say anything.
It knew Lu Lingjun too well.
If Lu Lingjun didn't have such a strong sense of righteousness, would it have followed her so loyally?
The White Spirit Demon Emperor's snake head lowered, and it said in a muffled voice, "Then let's see if this Mountain God is as formidable as they say. By the way, there's also the Fudao Jianzun from the Tai Xuan Gate. He should make a move, right?"
Humm—
A high-pitched dragon's roar reverberated through the air, shaking the heavens and the earth. The stench of blood mixed with the flying snow, causing even the mountain range beneath Lu Lingjun's feet to tremble.
A thousand miles away.
The sky was filled with the flames of war, the earth was charred black, and lava flowed through the scarred landscape. Firelight floated in the sky, and countless mountains had been flattened, leaving behind massive caverns. Innumerable cultivators hovered in the air, their grand and imposing arrays spreading across the firmament.
A deep and bottomless fissure divided the earth in two, with human cultivators on one side casting spells, and demons and monsters on the other. The demons and monsters crowded the cliffs, their numbers beyond count, their faces hideous and their roars and howls echoing endlessly, turning this piece of heaven and earth into a hellish landscape.
A terrifying giant demon stood at the back of the endless horde of demons and magical beasts. His body soared into the clouds, clad in black heavy armor. Sharp fangs protruded from his shoulder guard like mountain peaks, and a belt hung at his waist, adorned with skulls—all of them belonging to powerful demons.
His body resembled that of a human, towering a thousand feet tall, his neck disappearing into the clouds. Six flood dragon heads loomed in the mist, their blood-red eyes like those of demons peering out from the abyss, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld them.
This was the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, a formidable giant demon that shook the land of demons and magical beasts!
Perched on his shoulder was a diminutive figure shrouded in pitch-black demonic energy, with only a goat's head visible. Its eyes shone like blood-red rubies.
"Great King, it seems that the humans have no Great Vehicle Realm cultivators, and that so-called Mountain God doesn't dare to cause trouble either," the goat-headed demon said, his voice piercing into the ears of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.
Upon hearing this, a terrifyingly powerful aura exploded forth, startling the demons and magical beasts in front to scurry away in panic, making way for the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.
In the face of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, who was as vast as a giant mountain, most demons and magical beasts seemed minuscule, like ants.
As the Six-Headed Flood Dragon took a step forward, ghostly energy rose, forming countless graceful and enchanting female ghosts who circled him, their laughter merging into a chorus that made the distant cultivators feel as if their souls were being stirred.
"The Six-Headed Flood Dragon is coming!"
A burly gray-robed man, tall as a bear, shouted angrily, his voice like rolling thunder that shook the heavens.
Liang Canghai, the leader of the Cangtian Sect, flew to the front of the array and raised his sword high. With a furious roar, he commanded, "Disciples of the Cangtian Sect, hear my order! Take the Elixir! Fight to the death!"
As his voice fell, a million disciples of the Cangtian Sect behind him took out their Elixir Pills without hesitation. It was a deep brown pill, and after the cultivators took it, their spiritual power surged, blood energy radiating from their bodies. Their faces turned grim, their eyes bulging, and their eyes filled with bloodshot threads.
The leaders of the other sects gave their orders, and all of them were determined to fight to the death. The Tai Xuan Gate was no exception.
Xuan Quan Laozu swept across the battlefield and flew to the edge of the cliff. With a dust brush in hand, he drew talisman after talisman with his spiritual power, each one appearing in front of him and lining up.
More and more Great Heart Realm Grand Masters flew to the cliff that separated the battlefield, all facing the Six-Headed Flood Dragon who was about to cross the cliff.
Sword Maniac Han Ming also prepared for a desperate battle within the Great Yu Empire's formation.
Lu Lingjun arrived, standing on a hundred-zhang-long white python, her dual swords exuding a dominating aura, and her eyes fearless.
"It seems that the human race has no Great Vehicle Realm cultivators. If that's the case, then they should become the food of my demon race!"
The cold voice of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon echoed through the heavens and the earth. Immediately after, the six terrifying dragon heads roared together, shaking the heavens and the earth.
The dragon roars converged into one, reaching far into the Eight Dynasties.
The great battle erupted once more!
And this time, the approach of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon signaled the official start of the Demon-Magical Beast Calamity!
...
Tai Xuan Gate, Outer Gate City.
When the dragon's roar reached them from afar, the falling snow in the heavens seemed to pause, and the hundreds of thousands of disciples on the Supplementary Heaven Platform opened their eyes.
Guzong, sitting in the very center, had a drastic change in expression, his eyes filled with worry.
The disciples in the streets and mansions within the city were also startled, and even though they couldn't see what was happening in the north, just hearing that sound was chilling.
What kind of formidable demon could make such a terrifying roar?
Even the various medicine valleys outside the Outer Gate were stirred.
Xuan Valley, top of the summit.
Gu An and Chu Jingfeng stood side by side, gazing north as the wind and snow blew their robes.
When Chu Jingfeng heard the dragon's roar of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, he frowned and asked, "Valley Master, do you think the Tai Xuan Gate will be able to survive this calamity?"
While observing the battle with his divine sense, Gu An replied, "Of course we will. Believe in the Tai Xuan Gate, and believe in the cultivation world we live in."
As the Six-Headed Flood Dragon crossed that canyon, strands of Grand Heart Realm auras emerged from the Eight Dynasties, rushing towards the north.
Not just from the Eight Dynasties!
Even the southern ocean emitted powerful auras!
At this moment, Gu An felt the depth of the Eight Dynasties' heritage, a result of accumulation over nearly ten thousand years.
There were always those who ventured to the ocean in search of immortal fate, but there were also those who, even in foreign lands, yearned for their homeland.
Gu An's left hand reached for the double heart ring on his right hand, but he didn't need the ring to sense Lu Lingjun's peril.
Even with long-range attacks, Lu Lingjun had still been severely injured. The Six-Headed Flood Dragon was just too strong, its offense destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth, forcing all of humanity to retreat continuously.
"It's a pity that I'm now a cripple. Otherwise, I would join the battle too, even if it meant dying on the battlefield." Chu Jingfeng sighed.
Gu An patted Chu Jingfeng's shoulder and said, "How can you call yourself a cripple? As long as you're alive, there's hope. You can turn this resentment into motivation, and perhaps one day, the Tai Xuan Gate will need you to save it. On that day, you will be the hero of the Tai Xuan Gate, and I hope to see that day in my lifetime."
Chu Jingfeng turned to look at him and asked, "Do you really think I can do it?"
Gu An smiled and said, "Of course. Chu brother, in my eyes, you are a genius among geniuses. You can achieve what I cannot."
A genius?
Chu Jingfeng was dazed as he looked at Gu An's smile, and a surge of power rose within him.
Over the years, Gu An had always encouraged him.
If there had been even a shred of insincerity, it wouldn't have lasted until today.
This showed that Gu An truly had expectations of him!
"Please, Fudao Jianzun, make your move!"
A desperate cry came from Guzong in the distance, followed by a gust of wind and snow blowing towards the two of them.
Before Chu Jingfeng could speak, another cry came from the distance, this time from the hundreds of thousands of cultivators, all shouting in unison, their voices drowning out even the wind and snow.
"Please, Fudao Jianzun, make your move!"
"Please, Fudao Jianzun, make your move!"
The voices grew louder and louder as more and more people joined in.
Chu Jingfeng sighed, "I don't know if I can become a hero in the future, but right now, Fudao Jianzun is the hero of the Tai Xuan Gate."
Far away.
Inside the Outer Gate City.
On the Supplementary Heaven Platform, hundreds of thousands of disciples sat in meditation, shouting hoarsely. Even the disciples on the streets joined in, pleading for Fudao Jianzun to make his move.
Guzong, who was shouting hoarsely, seemed to sense something and lowered his head. He saw his own sword trembling, as if it wanted to leave its sheath.
He took the sword off, and so did the other disciples, with some even taking out their swords from their storage bags.
On the streets, passing disciples paused, looking at the swords at their waists or in their hands in astonishment.
The blades of all their swords were trembling, and in the depths of their souls, they felt a vast sword intent enveloping them.
Could it be...
A bold guess emerged in the minds of the Tai Xuan Gate cultivators.
(End of Chapter)
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