Steadily Becoming A Saint, The Immortal Officials Hired Me To Tend The Horses
/ Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 423
Chapter 423: Chapter 422 Giving You a Chance with a Knife_2
He lifted the black broadsword and swung it gently, stirring up the mana that shook the outer layers of the sky, and also caused the Reincarnation Vortex behind him to twist and ripple.
This spectacle made the figures within the Reincarnation even more excited, continuously shouting the name of the Immortal King.
There was a tumult in the sky, while the Great Heaven and Earth was dead silent, as if all living beings were afraid of disturbing them, no one dared to come out, and even less dared to shout.
The Primordial Immortal King raised the black broadsword high, completely releasing his own momentum!
It was the momentum of someone standing at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Path!
Even the Yang Xian Emperor had never shown such momentum!
Far away in the Immortal Dynasty, the Yang Xian Emperor stood atop the Golden Palace, gazing up at this scene, while the Ancient Immortal Emperor appeared out of nowhere beside him, his face ashen.
“Was this also part of your plan?” the Ancient Immortal Emperor asked in a deep voice.
The Yang Xian Emperor, with an expressionless face, countered, “Would I resurrect another emperor of the Immortal Dynasty to replace myself?”
After hearing this, the Ancient Immortal Emperor furrowed his brows and asked in astonishment, “Then, who could it be?”
The Yang Xian Emperor said softly, “It seems that Yuanxu Ancestor had another reason for opening Reincarnation, and perhaps this was all part of the Primordial Immortal King's calculations. The Immortal Dynasty and the Holy Court were in turmoil, creating chaos in the Heavenly Secrets. His resurrection now might not be impossible.”
Upon hearing this, the Ancient Immortal Emperor's eyes showed a hint of worry.
The momentum of the Primordial Immortal King was indeed too strong, so powerful that even he, as a Free Immortal, felt a chill in his heart. How could he not worry?
The most critical point was that following the resurrection of the Primordial Immortal King, it was not the Holy Court but their Immortal Dynasty's Immortal Spirits who were the first to suffer. This was a very dangerous signal.
“Could it be a plot by the Holy Court? But that shouldn't be… How could they achieve such a feat?” the Ancient Immortal Emperor muttered to himself.
The Yang Xian Emperor did not reply, but in his eyes, there was no sign of worry, instead, there was a will to fight.
Ever since he took the throne of the Immortal Dynasty, people have often compared him to previous Immortal Emperors, with the Primordial Immortal King, the founder of the Immortal Dynasty, being an existence he could never surpass.
He had more than once imagined, if he and the Primordial Immortal King existed in the same era, who would have the last laugh?
He was full of confidence in himself, even when facing the long unbeatable Shengtian, he was confident, for he was much younger than Shengtian.
Even though the Primordial Immortal King's current momentum was strong, the Yang Xian Emperor did not fear, his heart burning with fighting spirit.
On another side.
The Holy Court, currently discussing strategies, the Holy Ministers and Holy Gods were astonished that the Primordial Immortal King had actually annihilated that group of Immortal Spirits!
What was going on?
One of the Holy Gods looked towards the Holy Minister and couldn't help but ask, “Was this your arrangement?”
The Holy Minister looked towards the sky, shook his head slightly, and said, “It has nothing to do with me. I fear that changes are about to arise.”
Upon hearing this, the Holy Gods became even more puzzled. They did not feel the delight but rather a sense of unease.
Who, after all, was behind all this?
In front of the Reincarnation Vortex, after the Primordial Immortal King felt the power of the black broadsword, his left hand reached towards his head.
“There is still something missing.”
The Primordial Immortal King muttered to himself, his gaze following to the Great Heavenly Spirit Land, his eyes fixing there, the corners of his mouth lifting, and then he vanished into thin air.
The Supreme Sect, within the Outer Gate City.
Gu An was listening with great interest, with the information obtained from Di Xie's mouth, the Supreme Sect had indeed become powerful, even extending a vast network of relationships overseas.
It all revolved around one person.
Sword Venerable Fudao!
Overseas powers, out of respect for Sword Venerable Fudao, responded very enthusiastically to the Supreme Sect's attempts at forging alliances, especially after Sword Venerable Fudao took action, this enthusiasm rose to a whole new level.
Di Xie was about to recount last year's battle on Golden Scorpion Island, where the Supreme Sect had established no small reputation, proving that, even without Sword Venerable Fudao's intervention, their strength was formidable.
Boom!
A figure descended from the sky, crashing down onto the street behind Gu An, sending stones flying, and Cultivators nearby were blown away. Gu An's robe, too, was fluttered by the blast.
Di Xie's pupils suddenly dilated. He immediately flashed behind Gu An, shielding him.
But the next second, he regretted it because he saw the true face of the comer.
It was the Primordial Immortal King!
The roaring figure of the Primordial Immortal King was still imprinted in the sky, and the surrounding Cultivators instinctively looked up and then back at the Primordial Immortal King.
Whoosh—
The Cultivators scattered like a receding tide, with some even leaping up, flying towards the distance.
Di Xie, however, stood rooted to the spot, his legs as if they were filled with lead, unable to move. He was afraid, but for some unfathomable reason, he did not run away; all he could hear were his heartbeat.
The Primordial Immortal King looked emotionless as he stared at Gu An. In front of him, both Di Xie and Gu An seemed so insignificant, the disparity between their auras vast.
“Junior, do you know the origin of the crown you wear?”
Hearing the Primordial Immortal King's inquiry, Gu An turned and looked at him, then pointed to his own Immortal King Crown and asked, “Could it be that this crown belongs to you?”
The Primordial Immortal King's lips curled up as he said, “That's right, it's mine. This treasure was crafted by me when I stepped into the Ninth Level of the Immortal Path. It is called the Immortal King Crown, and it is capable of swallowing the Qi-Blood of living beings, storing Mana.”
Ninth Level of the Immortal Path!
Immortal Path Supreme Treasure!
Upon hearing this, Di Xie nearly died of fright, with large beads of cold sweat covering his face.
Such an entity, he had no power to resist it!
Not just him, the entire Supreme Sect might face the danger of annihilation.
He even began to resent Gu An. How could you pick up such a crown with such a history?
He had already been puzzled before, noticing that Gu An's Immortal King Crown had many notches, obviously meant for setting jewels, yet the fool hadn't done so because they simply wouldn't fit.
Gu An looked at the Primordial Immortal King and asked, “So? You want it back?”
Cultivators in all directions watched tensely, and although the Primordial Immortal King was fearsome, this was the Supreme Sect, where many disciples bore the responsibility of protecting their sect.
Hearing Gu An's words, they cursed inwardly. Has this kid gone mad?
To actually provoke such a terrifying entity!
The Primordial Immortal King narrowed his eyes, sizing up Gu An.
[The Primordial Immortal King has become hostile toward you, wanting to grind you to dust. Would you like to use Life Span Detection on him?]
Gu An chose to probe conveniently.
[Primordial Immortal King (Nine Layers of the Free Immortal Realm): 0/0/0]
All zeros!
Not a living thing!
Gu An felt a pang of regret in his heart; the Primordial Immortal King was worth less to him than a Qi Cultivation Realm cultivator right before his eyes.
The Primordial Immortal King took a step forward, coming before Di Xie, whose pupils trembled violently, his body shaking as he was engulfed by shadow.
Looking down at Di Xie, the Primordial Immortal King said coldly, “Mortal, you seek to block my path?”
In the distance, figures appeared, all Great Cultivators of the Supreme Sect, including the Nine-Finger Divine Lord and Shen Xinzi. They looked at the Primordial Immortal King, their hearts pounding with fear.
Such a terrifying aura!
Who exactly is this person?
Di Xie was unrecognizable compared to his usual self, appearing so bedraggled. He wished to speak, even if just to beg for mercy, yet he couldn't muster the strength to do so.
And it wasn't just him!
Cultivators from the Supreme Sect all around remained silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to make a move. The fact that they chose not to flee already showcased their utmost courage.
“Kneel!”
The Primordial Immortal King's gaze turned stern, his voice thunderous like a roaring explosion, startling everyone to tremble.
Di Xie turned pale with fright, his legs went weak, and he collapsed. But just as his knees were about to touch the ground, a hand from behind grabbed his arm, pulling him back up.
It was Gu An!
While holding Di Xie, Gu An looked towards the Primordial Immortal King.
The Nine-Finger Divine Lord, perched on a rooftop afar, was secretly shocked. Who in the world was this kid?
Having a vivid memory of Gu An's recent standoff with the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor, he became curious about Gu An, though he dared not inquire.
Di Xie, gripped by Gu An, inexplicably felt a sense of relief wash over him. He turned to look at Gu An, wanting to say something, but upon seeing Gu An's stern face, he found himself speechless.
He was overwhelmed by Gu An's demeanor.
He couldn't help but feel an involuntary awe in his heart.
The Primordial Immortal King looked at Gu An, his eyes flashing with a strange light. He raised the black greatsword in his hand, holding it high above his head, ready to strike Gu An.
“Be careful!”
A Supreme Sect disciple shouted out loud, having once been a disciple of the Third Medicine Valley, and forever grateful to Gu An. Seeing Gu An in danger, he instinctively warned him.
That was all he could do.
Gu An slightly tilted his head, staring at the Primordial Immortal King, and said, “I'll give you one chance to strike, just one.”
Upon hearing this, a chill shot through the Primordial Immortal King's eyes. He twisted his wrist and savagely brought the sword down.
Half-kneeling, Di Xie looked up, his eyes obscured by the black sword, his face filled with despair.
Boom!
The sword struck down!
The black greatsword instantly dissipated, and along with the Primordial Immortal King, it turned into ash. The terrifying surge of energy crushed the surrounding buildings, and even the clouds in the sky scattered.
Gu An stood his ground, expression unchanged, only his hair and robes fluttered ceaselessly, as if fierce flames were raging around him!
Chapter end
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