If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 687 Peerless Palm of Ten Thousand Paths

Emperor?

Yellow Wind Immortal?

Hearing these two names, Zhang Buku felt as if he had been drawn into a terrifying battle between immortals and gods.

He wasn't afraid, because he had no other choice.

"Heaven will surely deliver justice; accept your divine punishment!"

The Heavenly Deity raised his greatsword high, unleashing a surge of immense magical power that coalesced into a towering, majestic Dharma image, also wielding a greatsword.

Before the Heavenly God could give the order, the Dharma Image swung its sword and slashed out, as if Pangu were splitting the heavens and the earth. The sword slashed out with dazzling white light, as if it wanted to cut the void of the universe in front of it in two. The Great Dao Qi Sea below churned violently, and the scene was magnificent.

All the heavenly soldiers held their breath and focused their gazes intently ahead. The dazzling light shone on their faces, and their expressions were so stern.

This wasn't the first time they'd witnessed the Heavenly Suppressor God's power, so they weren't shocked. However, each time they felt the Heavenly Suppressor God's strength, their hearts would surge with passion and ambition.

They too must become such domineering and powerful gods!
As the Heavenly Suppressor God's Dharma Form swung his sword, the cosmic void in front of him shattered in the white light, and an incomparably enormous figure emerged from the darkness, its body shrouded in black energy. It was far larger than the Heavenly Suppressor God's ten-thousand-foot Dharma Form, making all the heavenly soldiers feel their own insignificance.

Many heavenly soldiers were frightened. This person's tone seemed to be related to the Heavenly Court, but his figure looked like a chaotic demon, which made them speculate more about the Heavenly Court.

"Form ranks and annihilate the enemy!"

The voice of the Heavenly Suppressor God boomed like thunder. Immediately afterward, he leaped up and charged towards the terrifying figure in front of him.

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers immediately cast spells and began to form ranks. The vast heavenly fortune gathered together, and a suppressed and terrifying aura was rising steadily, as if the might of heaven was awakening.

……

Time flies, and ten thousand years have passed since An Zizai returned.

An Zizai devoted himself to cultivation and his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds. However, the path of cultivation is long, and no matter how fast he cultivates within ten thousand years, he will not be able to catch up with the other disciples of Wushi.

Having experienced those eight hundred years, his Dao heart became more stable, and he no longer thought about going out to train. He devoted himself to cultivation every day, which made An Xin very satisfied.

Gu Anze was somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that An Zizai was no longer interesting.

He began to look forward to other disciples taking on apprentices.

After An Zizai accepted his disciple, the others did begin preparing to accept disciples as well. However, An Zizai was exceptionally talented, and they had not yet found a suitable candidate in the Qiankun Sect or the Nine Spirits Continent, so they continued to wait.

The world is vast, and there are many geniuses, but for the Nine Spirits Continent, a genius like An Zizai is one in ten thousand years.

Life was peaceful. Gu An would occasionally pay attention to the situation on the path of the Great Dao. The Hunyuan Dao Emperor was developing better and better, and the number of those pursuing the Dao had exceeded three thousand. In fact, there were even more people who wanted to become the Hunyuan Dao Emperor, but many died on the way.

On the path of the Great Dao, there were other things that caught Gu An's attention, and they were related to Zhang Bukui.

Zhang Bukui was shrouded in the Heavenly Court's fortune, making it impossible for him to make specific deductions. However, his wide range of activities always left clues, allowing him to see along the way.

Zhang Buku's Heavenly Army is active on the Great Path, fighting in the south and north, which has already aroused the fear of many forces.

One of the pursuers of the Primordial Dao Emperor talked to others, wondering why the Heavenly Court was so ostentatious, unlike its usual style.

Gu An did not interfere with the Heavenly Court's actions, as long as they did not threaten him.

On this day, Gu Angang returned to the Wushi Dao Temple. He sat on the cliff, playing with the wooden tablet that the seventy-two immortals of Jindong had transformed into, and looked at the reincarnation of Taiyi Immortal Lord.

The current Immortal Lord Taiyi has lived for tens of thousands of years. He is a disciple of one of the Hundred Religions in the human world and is considered to have outstanding talent. He is currently experiencing his own life.

The current Taiyi Immortal Lord seems to have completely integrated into the Heavenly Spirit Great World, but his Heavenly Dao Immortal Position will eventually take him away from this world.

Not to mention that the Heavenly Court would come looking for Taiyi Immortal Lord, there was also Yuan Luo, the reincarnation of the Chaos Demon, who had already sown the seeds of disaster for this realm. Gu An was considering how to face the Heavenly Court.

One day, he had to make a choice: join the Heavenly Court, become its enemy, or live a life of hiding.

Just as Gu An was contemplating the future, An Xin appeared behind him.

"Master, could you personally teach Zizai a great divine power?" Anxin asked after bowing to Gu An. The strongest divine power she possessed was the Immortal Emperor's Eye, but Gu An had strictly forbidden it from being passed on to outsiders, so she dared not mention it to An Zizai.

An Zizai has excellent talent and comprehension, and his current cultivation results are quite good. He can be said to be proficient in everything, but this has made him lack his own unique skills, which makes An Xin feel that something is missing.

Within the Wushi Dojo, everyone possesses a unique and extraordinary supernatural power, which is also their trump card.

Gu An replied, "He's not in a hurry at all, so why are you?"

Anxin said helplessly, "He will seek revenge against the Beidou Sect sooner or later. The Beidou Sect is full of powerful experts and countless geniuses. It will be difficult for him to take revenge with his abilities. Since he will eventually face the Beidou Sect, why not teach him in advance?"

"is it?"

Gu An said lazily, he really wasn't interested in teaching that kid An Zi.

Anxin squatted down beside him, grabbed his arm, and began to act coquettishly, pleading with him incessantly. She was no longer the solemn and serious person she usually was. If An Zizai had seen this, he would have been dumbfounded.

"Okay, okay."

Gu An couldn't resist his beloved disciple's pleading and had no choice but to agree.

"There's no time like the present, let's teach you today!"

Anxin got up with a pleasant surprise and then disappeared from the spot.

After a stick of incense had burned, An Zizai, now dressed in clean robes, came up behind Gu An. He bowed respectfully, unable to be as disrespectful to Gu An as he had been in his youth. Only after experiencing certain things did he realize how hard-won everything he had was.

Everything he has now was brought to him by his grandmaster.

Even if his master were to accept him as a disciple, it would still require the approval of his grandmaster.

"What magical power do you want to learn?"

Gu An stood up, asking the question as he turned to look at him.

A gentle breeze stirred Gu An's black robes, yet he still possessed an air of carefree detachment from worldly affairs.

An Zizai had already made up his mind on the way here, and he answered without hesitation: "I want to learn supernatural powers that can bring justice to the world and forcefully suppress all injustices!"

Gu An's lips curled up, and he said irritably, "You make it sound so high-sounding, but isn't it just about having enough domineering supernatural powers?"

After hearing this, An Zizai scratched his head in embarrassment.

Seeing his action, Gu An was secretly pleased. This was more like the old Gu An, not so listless and gloomy.

“I recently created a palm technique that might satisfy you,” Gu An continued.

"Just created?"

An Zizai hesitated, suspecting that his master wanted to use him as a test.

Although his personality has changed drastically, his memories remain the same. This grandmaster is good in every way, except that he loves to tease him!
Gu An explained, "This set of palm techniques is called the Myriad Paths Peerless Palm. It consists of seven palms. Mastering the first palm is enough to quell all turmoil in the world."

(End of this chapter)