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Chapter 760: 752: The Growth of Wushi
Chapter 760: 752: The Growth of Wushi
Chapter 760: Chapter 752: The Growth of Wushi
After Gu An pointed out the method for awakening the Primordial Chaos Body to Xiao Lan, he did not ask more about the situation of that Xiao family genius.
Nor did Xiao Lan expect him to personally oversee it. It was enough to obtain this method. Afterwards, she no longer mentioned the matter but instead took Gu An to continue touring the Xiao family grounds.
In the present day, the Xiao family dominated a region, and there were considerable changes every hundred years. She knew Gu An liked to wander, so she planned to show him around more. If Gu An liked this place, he could come often in the future.
After the two left, a young man in white clothes on the square opened his eyes and looked towards the grand palace ahead.
“Strange, was that feeling just an illusion?”
The young man muttered to himself, looking around before closing his eyes again and continuing his cultivation.
As time passed, Gu An, besides the fixed monthly schedule of picking medicinal herbs, spent all his remaining time relaxing. He even transformed into a mortal to play in the Human World.
He had been a farmer, a scholar, fished along the coast, hunted in the deep mountains, and had even been a powerful court minister in the court, stirring up trouble. Each identity would come to its conclusion. He never maintained any cause and effect with anyone, nor did he reveal his identity as a cultivator.
In this way, 800,000 years quickly passed since he inherited the memory of Gu Xuan.
Over the past 800,000 years, the struggle for the Son of Heaven had completely erupted, with those powerful Great Thousand Worlds bearing the brunt, becoming battlefields. The Celestial Dao Destiny also began to spread, affecting more and more Great Worlds. The Celestial Spirit Great World wasn’t exempt from this turmoil either.
More and more talents were emerging in the Celestial Spirit Great World, some even possessing physiques not inferior to the Primordial Chaos Body. The growth speed of talents could verify the foundation of a sect, and the clashes between talents also became excuses for the ambitious.
The friction among the Nine Sects was growing. There was no eternal peace, and for many strong individuals, peace was instead a restraint. They lay dormant, waiting for the opportunity to stir the winds and clouds of the world.
This year, it was rare for Gu An to host the Chinese New Year at the Daoist Field of the Beginningless, under An Zizai’s organization. The New Year was very lively; some Fourth Generation Disciples were drinking with Gu An for the first time and were very excited.
At the spring banquet, Gu An agreed that the Fourth Generation Disciples could start accepting disciples. The standard was the same as for the Fourth Generation Disciples—they could only accept one disciple. The Fourth Generation Disciples could then accept a second disciple, which made the disciples even happier.
They were filled with emotions for the Beginningless and naturally hoped it would grow stronger. Beneath the Beginningless was the Nine Spirit Continent, a land rich in people and resources. With a call to arms, many would kneel before the dojo. The Beginningless didn’t lack sources of talent, but it lacked Gu An’s approval.
As evening approached, Gu An swayed the wine jug, gazing at the sunset. His eyes reflected an earth-shattering battle, one Great Thousand World invading another. Continuous streams of living beings crossed the void, never stopping even if they were torn to pieces.
“Master, I’ve written a roster recording all the disciples. Would you like to take a look?”
An Xin came to Gu An’s side and asked softly.
Gu An had restrictions on the disciples accepted by the Third and Fourth Generation Disciples, but not on the Second Generation Disciples. Now, the number of disciples in the Beginningless had exceeded 150; even the youngest disciple had grown up and could stand alone if they went out.
Of course, to leave the Beginningless, one must at least cultivate to the Zi Zai Immortal Realm.
Gu An accepted the roster, opened it with one hand, and reviewed it carefully. He mainly focused on An Xin’s writing, from which he could see the depth of her Dao Intent and her mood while writing.
“Master, if the struggle for the Son of Heaven affects the Celestial Spirit Great World, can the disciples be given a chance to train?” An Xin saw that Gu An was in a good mood today, so she smiled and asked softly.
Cultivation, apart from achieving longevity, was essentially about becoming stronger than others. After practicing for millions of years, only sparring with fellow sect members had become tedious for the disciples. They also wanted to vanquish demons and save All Living Beings, just like the stories Gu An wrote in his books.
An Xin also wanted to do something, to put her learning to use.
“Alright, you can arrange it then.”
Gu An glanced at An Xin, smiling. His response made An Xin uneasy, fearing that Gu An might be angry.
“Master, if you don’t want us to do this, we can refrain from going out.” An Xin quickly expressed her intentions.
Gu An smiled helplessly and said, “I wouldn’t play mind games with you all. Since I’ve agreed, it means I truly consent.”
Hearing this, An Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn’t know why, but over the past million years, she felt Master had become more and more dignified. Although he still smiled, an extraordinary aura of transcendence brought her increasing pressure with each passing day. If she felt this way, what more the other disciples?
Gu An heard her thoughts but did not explain.
Nowadays, he no longer cared about what others thought. Even if they were nervous facing him, so what? After all, he would not harm the people around him. Nervousness wouldn’t affect anything.
He was now thinking about one thing: when to break through?
Currently, he had a lifespan of 11.16 trillion years—a vast amount, but he felt it wasn’t stable enough for a breakthrough.
Of course, if he were to wait for a quadrillion years, he wouldn’t be able to endure it.
After hearing Gu An’s words, An Xin felt she had overthought, beginning to speculate on what Master was thinking.
Master wasn’t a petty person. He either agreed or disagreed, never letting the disciples guess.
Then, she toasted Gu An with a glass of wine before bowing and taking her leave.
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In the torn Dark Void, figures of living beings were fighting everywhere—more than the stars, a heartbreaking sight. Explosions appeared continuously in all directions, with distortions in time and space, mysterious shadows traversing the darkness.
Zhang Buku, clad in Silver Armor, was also fighting. He wielded a long spear, his momentum unstoppable. No one could block him, and his gaze was always fixed on a massive shadow in the distance.
Molo Qilin!
Zhang Buku didn’t know the name of this demon nor could he see its true form, only the crimson eyes of the Molo Qilin, which filled him with dread.
What a terrifying Evil Demon!
Its momentum was even stronger than the Celestial Calming God!
He was filled with confusion, wondering how the Son of Heaven could drive such an Evil Demon to fight for him. Did the Celestial Court not intervene?
Although he was a Heavenly Soldier with the status of an Immortal God, he didn’t even have the qualification to step into the Celestial Court. Sometimes thinking about it made him feel bitter. But after the bitterness came an even greater fighting spirit.
He must ascend the Heavenly Ascension Stairs. He must go to the Celestial Court!
Zhang Buku’s eyes grew determined as he cast aside his inner distractions and charged towards the Molo Qilin.
The struggle for the Son of Heaven had begun. Their task was to seize this Great Thousand World. As pioneers, they could not retreat. The Celestial Court’s Destiny kept them immortal. Since they wouldn’t die, even if the opponent was strong, he would fight fearlessly.
Many Heavenly Soldiers had the same thought, all striving to slay the Molo Qilin.
In the exceedingly distant void, atop the gigantic Molo Qilin’s head stood a man in black. He crossed his arms over his chest, his face coldly arrogant. He looked down at the Heavenly Soldiers charging toward him with contempt in his eyes.