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Chapter 618: Taiyi Immortal Lord, The Curse
Chapter 618: Taiyi Immortal Lord, The Curse
Upon hearing An Xing's words, Shen Zhen gazed at her deeply, suddenly feeling that An Xing might be the one among this group of disciples to achieve the highest cultivation.
How many would be able to return to cultivation after experiencing the mundane world?
An Xing turned to look at Shen Zhen and smiled, asking, "Senior Shen, what about you? Why don't you go out?"
Although Shen Zhen's cultivation wasn't particularly remarkable, and she hadn't sparred with them, her possession of a Dao Artifact ensured her safety during her travels.
Moreover, her Master wouldn't just stand by and do nothing.
"Even if I stay in this Dao Ground, I can still experience the mortal world," Shen Zhen said with a soft laugh. With that, she turned and left.
An Xing stared at her departing figure, feeling that she was somewhat unfathomable.
"While they're out, I should seize the opportunity to cultivate and widen the gap between us," An Xing thought to herself, a smile appearing on her face. Without lingering, she chatted briefly with the Ghost Mother of the Short-Lived Flower before returning to her cultivation.
An Xing was different from Chen Chuan, Lu Xian, and the others; she harbored greater ambitions and had a more resolute path to follow.
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Great Azure Continent, North Sea Mountain Range.
The Mountain God Shrine was located deep within a lush forest, and Xuan Miao Zhenren was watering the flowers and plants in the medicinal garden.
After more than eighty thousand years, he had become a Flying Immortal, revered as a celestial being by the creatures of the North Sea Mountain Range. Many sects and imperial dynasties had tried to recruit him, but he had rejected them all.
No one knew why he guarded the Mountain God Shrine, and many speculated that he was the Mountain God himself, residing in seclusion during the era of great prosperity, only to descend from the mountain when the world was in peril.
It was nearing noon.
A hurried set of footsteps approached from outside the shrine, followed by a ragged and emaciated man rushing in. His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in bloodstains. Upon seeing Xuan Miao Zhenren, he fell to his knees with a loud thud.
"Immortal, save me!" the emaciated man cried out in a shrill voice.
Xuan Miao Zhenren didn't look at him but spoke nonchalantly, "Don't underestimate the power of the Great Azure Dynasty, and I don't have the strength to save the world."
At his words, the emaciated man stopped crying. He lifted his head to look at Xuan Miao Zhenren and asked, "Then can you ask the Mountain God to help?"
Xuan Miao Zhenren paused and turned to look at him, his gaze calm.
"You've come here three times, and this is the third time. How can you be sure of the Mountain God's existence?" Xuan Miao Zhenren said indifferently.
He was no longer the naive person he once was. Although he mentioned the Mountain God, it was more like a tale he was telling, without the fervent advocacy he had shown in the past.
It wasn't that he no longer revered the Mountain God, but rather, he had come to understand the Mountain God's intentions.
The Mountain God was just one identity of that existence, and the Guardian Sword Lord was also part of that being.
Instead of endlessly protecting the mortal realm, the Mountain God would rather they have the strength to protect their own world.
Moreover, Xuan Miao Zhenren didn't believe that the Xiantian Human Race was as terrifying as the past heavenly cataclysms. The current situation seemed more like a meticulously prepared trial.
Perhaps it was the doing of the celestial beings as rumored in the mortal world.
In any case, Xuan Miao Zhenren didn't believe in the legends of Xuan Su Xian Jun, Jin Ji God, and other immortal gods.
Under Xuan Miao Zhenren's gaze, the emaciated man revealed a panicked expression.
"There's no need to continue the act. Tell me, who are you, and why have you come here?" Xuan Miao Zhenren asked coldly, exuding the powerful aura of a Flying Immortal to pressure the man.
Boom!
A deafening roar echoed from the distance. Looking up, one could see a blood-red rainbow in the sky.
The evil demons of the Xiantian Human Race were waging war against the Great Azure Dynasty, a conflict that would engulf the entire Great Azure Continent.
The surging energy from afar didn't affect Xuan Miao Zhenren. He looked down at the emaciated man kneeling on the ground, his eyes cold as if two sword blades pierced the man's heart.
The emaciated man lowered his head and slowly stood up.
"It's rare to find a believer like you in the world, one who worships a vague and ethereal Mountain God for tens of thousands of years. Your devotion has moved me," the emaciated man said, his tone completely changed from his previous panic.
He slowly raised his eyes, and his pupils had turned a strange silver-blue color, causing Xuan Miao Zhenren to frown.
"The Mountain God you worship does not exist, but there is a true Immortal Lord worthy of your devotion." The gaunt man spoke in a peculiar tone.
Xuan Miao Zhenren scoffed, "What? Do you also believe in Xian Su Xian Jun? How can you prove Xian Su Xian Jun's existence?"
The gaunt man shook his head. "Not at all. I don't worship Xian Su Xian Jun, but another Immortal Lord. His name is Taiyi Xian Jun. He is greater than Xian Su Xian Jun. He created the heavens and earth and saved them. He earned his place among the Immortals through great merit, while Xian Su Xian Jun merely inherited his Immortal position."
Taiyi Xian Jun?
This was the first time Xuan Miao Zhenren had heard this name. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
The gaunt man replied, "Who I am is not important. I am merely a believer of Taiyi Xian Jun. My life was once shrouded in darkness, without hope, but he saved me. There are many others like me in this world. You are not the first I've approached. The followers of Taiyi Xian Jun are not like the lackeys of Xian Su Xian Jun, blindly praising their master's might in ignorance."
"How are you any different from them?" Xuan Miao Zhenren coldly hummed.
Wu Yi Cuo Yi Shou Yi Fa Yi Nei Yi Rong Yi Zai Yi 6 Yi 9 Yi Shu Yi Ba Yi Kan!
The gaunt man smiled and said, "Of course, we are different. I only speak of Taiyi Xian Jun to those who share the same aspirations. My Immortal Lord once said that he would only reveal his name after truly saving the world. The greatest difference between him and Xian Su Xian Jun is that he acts first and seeks recognition later."
Xuan Miao Zhenren fell silent, pondering Taiyi Xian Jun's intentions.
Could it be that Xian Su Xian Jun and Taiyi Xian Jun both exist, secretly vying for the hearts of the world? He found this highly plausible, and it made him disdain both Immortal Lords.
What makes them any different from mortals with their pursuit of fame and faith?
In his heart, Immortal Lords were above such mortal desires.
The gaunt man took a step forward and said, "The so-called Xiantian Human Race is actually a group of slaves controlled by Jin Ji God, a subordinate of Xian Su Xian Jun. Their madness stems from a desperate attempt to break free. The mortal world is like a sea of bitterness, and both we and the Xiantian Human Race struggle within it. We can only believe that Taiyi Xian Jun will descend and offer us a glimmer of hope."
"If Taiyi Xian Jun is in charge of this matter, what do you and I have to do with it?" Xuan Miao Zhenren asked.
"The Heavenly Dao has its rules," the gaunt man explained. "Taiyi Xian Jun cannot descend directly unless there are those in this realm who believe in him. Only through a great vow and sincere faith can the Heavenly Dao allow his arrival. Our vow doesn't require numbers but the purity of our hearts. My faith alone is insufficient. Perhaps my cultivation is lacking, or I haven't lived long enough. You have worshipped the Mountain God for many years, and the vow you bring will surely surpass mine."
As the gaunt man spoke, his gaze towards Xuan Miao Zhenren grew increasingly intense.
Hearing this, Xuan Miao Zhenren lost interest. "Whether your words are true or false, I only believe in the Mountain God. Go find someone else."
If the Heavenly Dao doesn't permit Taiyi Xian Jun's descent, there must be a reason.
The Mountain God isn't bound by such restrictions!
With this comparison, Xuan Miao Zhenren's respect for Gu An reached new heights.
Immortal Lords seek fame and faith, while the Mountain God seeks nothing.
The gaunt man frowned, his eyes filled with displeasure.
Xuan Miao Zhenren hummed, "Are you trying to force me?"
He didn't give the gaunt man any regard.
Could a Great Perfection Realm cultivator threaten him?
The gaunt man glared at Xuan Miao Zhenren and gritted his teeth. "My cultivation may be inferior to yours, but I can curse you. Your disrespect towards Taiyi Xian Jun will surely bring you misfortune. Your loved ones will perish one by one in this calamity, and you will be plagued by heart demons due to your lack of reverence. Your remaining life will be filled with the agony of Tartarus."
As he spoke, his skin tore, and blood seeped out, rapidly transforming him into a blood man. Even the joints exposed sparse white bones.
(End of Chapter)
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