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

Chapter 753 The Mighty Beginningless

After Gu An instructed Xiao Lan on the method of awakening the Primordial Chaos Body, he did not ask any further questions about the Xiao family genius.

Xiao Lan didn't expect him to take care of it personally; obtaining this method was enough. Afterward, she didn't mention the matter again, but instead took Gu An to continue touring the Xiao family estate.

The Xiao family now dominates the area, undergoing significant changes every hundred years. Knowing that Gu An enjoys traveling, she plans to take him around more often. If Gu An likes this place, he can come here more often in the future.

After the two left, a young man in white opened his eyes in the square and looked at the magnificent palace in front of him.

"Strange, was that feeling just now an illusion?"

The young man in white muttered to himself. He looked around, then closed his eyes again and continued cultivating.

As the years passed, Gu An spent all his remaining time relaxing, aside from his monthly herb-gathering schedule. He even transformed into a mortal to play games in the human world.

He has been a farmer, a scholar, a fisherman on the coast, a hunter in the deep mountains, and a powerful minister in the imperial court, stirring up trouble. Every identity he has had its end. He will not maintain any karmic ties with anyone, nor will he reveal his identity as a cultivator.

And so, eight hundred thousand years passed quickly after he inherited the memories of the ancient Xuanyou.

Eight hundred thousand years have passed, and the struggle for the throne has fully erupted. Those powerful Great Thousand Worlds bear the brunt and become battlefields. The Heavenly Dao's fortune has also begun to spread, affecting more and more Great Worlds. The Heavenly Spirit Great World is also not immune to this storm.

The Heavenly Spirit Great World is giving birth to more and more geniuses, and even several with physiques that are no less than the Primordial Chaos Body. The growth rate of these geniuses can verify the foundation of the sect, and the clashes between these geniuses can become an excuse for ambitious people.

Friction among the nine religions of the world will only intensify. There is no eternal peace. For many powerful individuals, peace is actually a constraint. They lie in wait, waiting for an opportunity to stir up trouble in the world.

That year, Gu An held a rare Spring Festival celebration at the Wushi Dojo. Under An Zizai's organization, the Spring Festival was very lively. Some fourth-generation disciples were drinking with Gu An for the first time and were extremely excited.

At the Spring Banquet, Gu An agreed that the fourth-generation disciples could begin to take on apprentices, with the same standards as the previous three generations of disciples: they could only take on one apprentice. However, the third-generation disciples could take on a second apprentice from now on, which made the disciples even happier.

They were filled with affection for Wushi and naturally hoped that Wushi would become stronger and stronger. Wushi was situated on the Nine Spirits Continent, a land of outstanding people and abundant resources. If they raised their arms and called out, countless people would kneel before the dojo. Wushi had no shortage of sources of geniuses; what it lacked was Gu An's willingness to give his consent.

Evening falls.

Gu An shook the wine jug, gazing at the sunset. His eyes reflected a world-shaking battle: one great world was invading another, with endless streams of beings crossing the void, never stopping even if they were to be shattered to pieces.

"Master, I've compiled a roster that records all my disciples. Would you like to take a look?"

Anxin sat down next to Gu An and said softly.

Gu An has restrictions on accepting disciples of the third and fourth generations, but not on the second generation. Now, the number of Wushi disciples has exceeded 150, and even the youngest disciple has grown up and can stand on his own if he goes out.

Of course, to leave Wushi, one must at least cultivate to the level of a carefree immortal realm.

Gu An took the register, flipped it open, and examined it carefully. He mainly looked at An Xin's writing, as one could see the depth of her Daoist intentions and her mood when she wrote it from her words.

"Master, if the struggle for the throne affects the Heavenly Spirit Great World, could you give your disciples a chance to hone their skills?" An Xin asked softly, smiling as she saw that Gu An was in a good mood today.

Besides the pursuit of immortality, the essence of cultivation is to become stronger than others. After cultivating for millions of years, one can only spar with fellow disciples, which makes the disciples feel bored. They also want to slay demons and save the world, just like the stories written in Gu Anshu.

Anxin also wanted to do something to give her skills a chance to shine.

"Okay, you can arrange it then." Gu An glanced at An Xin and answered with a smile. These words made An Xin uneasy, as she was afraid that Gu An would be angry.

“Master, if you don’t want us to do this, we can stay here,” Anxin quickly said.

Gu An smiled helplessly and said, "I won't beat around the bush with you. Since I've given my word, I really mean it."

Anxin breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

For some reason, over the past million years, she felt that her master had become increasingly dignified. Although he still wore a smile, the pressure from his extraordinary aura was growing day by day. If she felt this way, what about the other disciples?

Gu An listened to her thoughts but offered no explanation.

He's too lazy to care what others think anymore. So what if they're nervous in front of him? He won't harm anyone around him anyway, so being nervous won't affect anything.

He's currently pondering one thing: when will he break through?
He now possesses a lifespan of 111.6 trillion years, which is enormous, but he always feels that it's not stable enough to use for breakthroughs.

Of course, he couldn't wait even if he had to wait trillions of years.

After listening to Gu An's words, An Xin realized that she had been overthinking things and had even started to speculate about what her master was thinking.

Master is not a stingy person; he either agrees or disagrees, never making his disciples guess.

She then toasted Gu An with a glass of wine, bowed, and took her leave.

……

In the torn, dark void, there were countless figures of creatures fighting each other, more numerous than the stars in the sky, a truly shocking sight. Explosions occurred from all directions, and spacetime twisted, with mysterious phantoms moving through the darkness.

Zhang Bukui, clad in silver armor, was also engaged in battle. He held a long spear, his imposing aura unstoppable, and his gaze remained fixed on the mysterious giant shadow in the distance.

Demonic Kirin!

Zhang Bukui did not know the name of this demon, nor could he see its true form. He could only see the scarlet eyes of the Demon Qilin, and he was secretly terrified.

What a terrifying demon!

Its aura is even stronger than that of the Heavenly Suppressor God!

He was filled with confusion. How could the emperor command such a demon to fight for him? Did the Heavenly Court not care?
Although he was a celestial soldier with the status of a deity, he didn't even have the qualifications to step into the Heavenly Court. Sometimes when he thought about this, he would feel bitter, but after the bitterness came even greater fighting spirit.

He was determined to ascend the Heavenly Steps; he wanted to go to the Heavenly Court!
Zhang Bukui's eyes hardened. He cast aside his distracting thoughts and charged toward the Demonic Qilin.

The struggle for the throne has begun. Their mission is to conquer this vast world. As pioneers, they cannot back down. The Heavenly Court's fortune will keep them alive. Since they will not die, they will be brave and fearless no matter how strong their opponents are.

Many heavenly soldiers shared his idea and were all striving to kill the Demon Qilin.

In the far reaches of the void, a black-clad man stood atop a colossal demonic Qilin. He crossed his arms, his face cold and arrogant, looking down at the heavenly soldiers charging towards him with disdain in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)