"Do the immortals and gods want to fight for the hearts of the celestial beings?" Li Xuandao asked, his brow furrowed.
Gu An, pouring himself some wine, replied, "Perhaps. In the face of this battle among immortals, what do you think mortals should do?"
Li Xuandao thought for a moment before answering, "Go with the flow. In the end, destiny is beyond our control. When they cease to exist, so be it."
When he said this, a sense of sorrow filled his heart.
Although mortals could cultivate and become immortals, how far was it to truly achieve immortality?
Even though Li Xuandao, as the Emperor of Tai Cang Dynasty, had access to all the resources of the world, he still saw no hope of reaching immortality.
"Gu An, where exactly are the immortals and gods? What are they thinking?" Li Xuandao asked, looking at Gu An, unable to suppress his curiosity.
Gu An shook his head. "I am not an immortal, how could I know where they are or what they think?"
Li Xuandao looked at him, but somehow felt that Gu An was not inferior to any immortal.
Could it be that Gu An chose to live in this vast world because it hides unknown secrets?
Otherwise, why would two immortals come here?
Gu An heard his thoughts but did not deny them. In fact, he, too, had been wondering why Tai Yi Immortal Lord had also arrived.
Was it due to a grudge with Xuan Su Immortal Lord, or for some other reason?
The Heavenly Spirit God had stolen the celestial palace's supreme treasure from Ziwei Immortal Emperor—the World Annihilation Pearl. This treasure had followed An Hao in his reincarnation, hidden deep within Tian Hao's soul. Gu An had felt the power of this treasure and confirmed that it was indeed very strong, but not enough to drive the immortals mad.
Although Gu An was curious, he didn't care too much.
For now, it seemed like just a struggle between two immortals, which did not represent the Heavenly Court.
The fate of heaven and earth would change with the intervention of forces from beyond, but those changes would appear before his eyes, allowing him to prepare in advance.
After discussing Xuanmiao Zhenren's matter, Li Xuandao continued to talk about the outstanding figures in the world. He knew that Gu An was not telling him these things to warn him, but simply wanted to chat. There was no need to inquire further.
He was the sky in the Tai Cang Dynasty, but compared to the ethereal immortals and gods, he was no different from dust.
As they chatted, Li Xuandao mentioned Tian Hao.
Tian Hao was too dazzling, reminding him of An Hao. Although, in reality, Tian Hao's growth speed was even more exaggerated than An Hao's, he felt that if An Hao were still around, he might not be inferior to Tian Hao.
Both had the name "Hao," as if it were some kind of legacy.
Even though the Congenital Human Race had disrupted the world, they hadn't overshadowed Tian Hao's brilliance, for Tian Hao was also fighting against the Congenital Human Race, maintaining an undefeated record.
Tian Hao was shedding his identity as a genius, and perhaps once this tribulation ended, he would become a giant in heaven and earth.
Gu An and Li Xuandao drank together, and gradually, Li Xuandao forgot about his concerns. With Gu An, he didn't need to be overly cautious. He enjoyed this atmosphere.
Thunder rumbled, and the sea of clouds churned. Fiery meteors rained down from the sky, crashing onto the earth. The land was covered in flames, with gaping cracks spreading across the ground, horrifying to behold.
In the air hovered figures surrounded by blood qi, over a hundred in total, all at the level of immortals. They all looked in one direction, their faces filled with terror and despair.
Following their gaze, beneath the thunderclouds stood a figure, proud and defiant. His blood-red hair fluttered in the wind, his massive frame imposing. He gripped a large blade, with its blade shining with light, piercing through the sea of clouds. Countless meteors passed by him, crashing onto the ground, shaking the earth.
It was Blood Prison Great Saint!
This place was a territory of the Congenital Human Race. The grand city that had once stood here was now reduced to ashes half an hour ago.
"What exactly is that treasure?"
An old man stared at the Blood Prison Great Saint's Heaven-Shattering Blood Prison Blade, gritting his teeth as he asked.
The companions around him couldn't answer, and those whose cultivation levels were higher than Unrestrained Primordial Immortal couldn't understand either.
Blood Prison Great Saint's gaze fell upon the vast sea of fire below. In one corner, the flames surged into a scorching whirlwind, and at the center of the whirlwind, a safe zone formed. Within this zone stood thousands upon thousands of figures.
These people were all cultivators captured by the Congenital Human Race, and they looked at Blood Prison Great Saint with expressions of delight.
Blood Prison Great Saint raised the Heaven-Shattering Blood Prison Blade high with one hand, a wild grin spreading across his face. He felt an immense sense of satisfaction in his heart.
He had been bottling this up for 80,000 years, and now, the bloodbath he was finally engaging in was the life he truly longed for!
Slaughtering the Congenital Human Race and becoming the savior revered by all the world's people—how could he not feel exhilarated?
"Even if you beg for mercy, this saint will not spare you!" Blood Prison Great Saint laughed arrogantly, his voice like thunder, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.
Thousands of miles away, Chen Chuan, An Shengtian, and Jiang Qiong stood on a cliff. Behind them, the green mountains stretched endlessly, while ahead, the world was dim, filled with smoke from scorched earth.
Upon hearing Blood Prison Great Saint's words, they exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.
"Why does it feel like this guy is the real world-ending demon?" An Shengtian muttered, unable to hold back.
Jiang Qiong shook his head and chuckled. "Master had him as a mount for a reason. At least he keeps one less disaster from the human world."
Chen Chuan didn't laugh. His brows furrowed as he said, "Don't you think the Congenital Human Race's evil demons are endless? We've been out for a thousand years, and how many have we killed? But do you think their offensive has weakened?"
He didn't enjoy slaughtering. After a thousand years of seeing the atrocities of the Congenital Human Race, he wanted to drive them out as soon as possible.
"Perhaps there's a place that connects to the outer heavens, and that's where the endless Congenital Human Race demons are coming from," Jiang Qiong speculated.
An Shengtian raised an eyebrow and asked, "If we don't resolve this place, will this calamity never end?"
Chen Chuan narrowed his eyes. "Exactly. We can't keep running around like headless flies. Our cultivation may not be strong, but with the four Dao treasures working together, we can surely end this great calamity and raise my name as the Wushi Saint!"
After traveling for a thousand years, the name Wushi had already spread among humans, but Chen Chuan felt it was far from enough.
His master had saved the world so many times, yet people had forgotten him. Now, everywhere, there were voices worshiping immortals and gods, and this made him very displeased.
He wanted to make sure the people knew who was truly holding up the Heavenly Spirit World!
Upon hearing Chen Chuan's words, An Shengtian was immediately moved, his face filled with anticipation.
"We could go find Tian Yao'er and the others. With three more Dao treasures, we'd have a better chance," Jiang Qiong suggested.
Chen Chuan nodded, his eyes burning with determination. "The disciples of Wushi, carrying the seven great Dao treasures to save heaven and earth—this story will be even more magnificent."
The three exchanged glances, then leaped forward to assist Blood Prison Great Saint, ready to end the final battle swiftly.
Meanwhile, far beneath the Realm Gate, the Heavenly Spirit God was watching them.
Since Chen Chuan and the others emerged, the power of the Dao treasures had drawn the Heavenly Spirit God's attention.
Tian Hao possessed three Dao treasures, and at that time, he had already been amazed by Gu An's ability to forge magical treasures. Now seeing that each disciple of Wushi possessed one, he grew even more curious about Gu An's cultivation level.
"Xuan Su Immortal Lord, Tai Yi Immortal Lord, and him, in this grand game of chess, Golden Extreme God, you no longer have hope of surviving. It's a pity you don't even realize it."
The Heavenly Spirit God silently thought, then stood up, facing the Realm Gate, seemingly preparing to welcome the arrival of a certain being.