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Chapter 760: The Darkness Cult
Chapter 760: The Darkness Cult
While Gu An's avatar and Hongyazi were traveling through the Netherworld, Gu An's true self maintained his usual routine, occasionally glancing at the Crimson Fog beyond the Heavenly Dao.
The Crimson Fog spread rapidly, but compared to the vastness of the Great Dao, its pace was slow. It would not reach the borders of the Tian Dao Qiyun for a long time.
It was noteworthy that the Heavenly Court had not taken any action against the Crimson Fog. Gu An saw many Xianshen flying into the Jade Canopy Hall and then dispersing, as if nothing had happened.
Could it be that the Crimson Fog was tied to some great Karma, making the Heavenly Court hesitant to act?
Gu An couldn't help but think of Tai Hao.
It was unknown when the elusive Heavenly Emperor would emerge from seclusion. Perhaps the Xianshen were waiting for the Heavenly Emperor.
As one Vast World was completely conquered by another, the Emperor's Contention became incredibly intense, with both sides fighting with a bloodthirsty fervor. This was a dark and tumultuous era for the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
The greater the survival pressure, the more likely it was to produce beings of extraordinary talent.
It had been 270,000 years since Jiang Rulai finished his lecture.
On this day, just after noon, Gu An was resting in the courtyard, lying in a rocking chair, gently swaying.
"I am Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun. Today, I will rescue the Demon Emperor. I want to see who dares to stop me!"
A domineering and angry roar echoed throughout the Under Heaven, startling Shen Zhen, who was standing before the Alchemy Cauldron, into opening her eyes.
Not only her, but all the disciples in the training ground heard it, sparking their curiosity.
"Qitian? Xiansheng Zhenjun? Haven't you been reading the Journey to the West?"
Shen Zhen turned to look at Gu An, asking teasingly.
Gu An didn't open his eyes, his face covered by a round fan. He spoke softly, "Who knows? To call out before saving someone, it’s either madness or foolishness."
Shen Zhen laughed, "Whether he succeeds or fails, at least the people of Under Heaven will remember his name and his attempt to rescue the Demon Emperor."
Gu An's lips curled up slightly under the fan, but he didn't respond.
Indeed, cultivators throughout Under Heaven were discussing the name Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun. This fellow was truly going to save the Demon Emperor, confident in his supreme power. However, before he even saw the Demon Emperor, he was suppressed by the combined efforts of the Nine Teachings.
Although the nine sects were already engaged in fierce battles, they never overlooked the Demon Emperor. They dispatched powerful cultivators to guard him, who were solely responsible for his confinement.
A few days after the battle, Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun was thrown into the Demon Emperor's cave, sharing the same dark and sunless days.
Interestingly, Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun had a connection to Gu An. His ancestor was Haolong, whom Gu An had once raised.
Haolong wandered the Mortal World, already a deity, occasionally returning to the Wushi Dao Field, but spending most of his time in the Mortal World, playing and causing mischief. He had countless offspring, truly living up to the dragon's name.
...
Inside the Gloomy Cave, heavy breathing echoed continuously.
In the center of the cave, a man in a white robe sat in meditation. Despite his tattered clothes, he remained unsoiled, exuding a refined and extraordinary aura.
He was the Demon Emperor.
In a corner of the cave, a figure lay curled up, resembling a terrifying giant python. The heavy breathing came from it.
"If you are afraid, bow down and admit your mistake. There might still be a way out."
The Demon Emperor, eyes closed, spoke in a indifferent tone.
As soon as these words were spoken, a surge of demonic aura erupted from the darkness, rushing toward the Demon Emperor.
"Silence! How could I possibly be afraid!"
A roar echoed from within, and a terrifying figure emerged, transforming into a disheveled man.
This man was none other than Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun, with two sharp dragon horns protruding from his head.
He glared at the Demon Emperor with intense fury and shouted, "The Great Sage Equal to Heaven was suppressed for five hundred years and never begged for mercy. How could I possibly be afraid?"
"I don't know who this Great Sage Equal to Heaven is, but five hundred years can't compare to a million years. Their patience far exceeds your imagination."
Even as the Demon Emperor spoke these words, he did not open his eyes.
Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun calmed down and asked in confusion, "They've kept you imprisoned for so long. What do they hope to gain? Can't they just kill you?"
"Of course not. If they could kill me, they would have done so long ago. Perhaps fate, or the heavens, do not wish for my death."
The Demon Emperor's words only piqued Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun's curiosity further.
"What divine art have you cultivated that makes you invincible?"
"You should be more concerned about yourself. How will you endure the centuries and millennia to come?"
Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun sat cross-legged in front of the Demon Emperor and said, "Although I've never been imprisoned for a thousand years, I have experienced a century-long seclusion. I can endure this."
His eyes darted around, and he observed the Demon Emperor's extraordinary presence, as steady as a mountain. Suddenly, he felt that this might be an opportunity for him.
Just like in those mythical tales, those who survive great calamities are often blessed with fortune.
Perhaps he could learn the secret of the Demon Emperor's invincibility.
In the Journey to the West, Sun Wukong had an indestructible body that even the Heavenly Court could not overcome.
The Demon Emperor fell silent, while Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun watched him, scratching his head and chin, lost in thought.
The days of suppression were far more bitter and hopeless than Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun had anticipated.
The eternal absence of hope would be the ultimate torment.
As time passed, Qitian Xiansheng Zhenjun's initial excitement and curiosity gradually faded, giving way to irritability and anger. Eventually, all emotions would be erased, leaving him numb.
Another million years passed.
Gu An had just returned from Qianling Palace and entered the courtyard, where An Xing quickly approached him.
"Master, a sect called the Darkness Cult has recently emerged in the Mortal World. They spread scriptures, urging Mortal Souls to worship the Dark God, claiming that darkness and light coexist. Despite the clear skies, the land is filled with bones, and the hearts of people are not redeemed. The Dark God promises to bring darkness to the world's evils and redeem the masses in the darkness."
An Xing spoke with deep concern, wary of the Darkness Cult.
Gu An asked, "Has the Darkness Cult begun to cause chaos in the Mortal World?"
"Not yet. No one knows where their headquarters are. They only spread their scriptures, misleading people. The immortal cultivation sects are too busy fighting and vying for power to pay attention to the Darkness Cult. However, I have divined that the Darkness Cult is not as simple as it seems."
An Xing spoke earnestly, her eyes fixed on Gu An, hoping for guidance from her master.
Gu An looked up at the sky and said, "The Dark God does indeed exist. He has arrived and is watching over this Mortal World."
An Xing's eyes widened as she pressed, "Where is he? What does he look like?"
Gu An did not answer, only gazing calmly at the sky.
Beyond the Heavenly Spirit Grand World, in the endless darkness, a Bone White Skeleton sat in meditation. His hand bones rested on his leg bones, and in the palms of his hand bones, a Green Flame burned. Within the flame, numerous images of Heaven and Earth flickered and changed rapidly.
(End of Chapter)
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