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

Chapter 819 Eternal Divine Power

A horrible disaster!
Ever since the grandmaster said those words to An Zizai, An Zizai has been looking at his disciples with a scrutinizing gaze.

He realized that he had paid too little attention to Wushi's disciples in the past. Although his master said that it was impossible for all of Wushi's disciples to be kind, he did not believe it.

He carefully screened the area, refusing to believe that any fish had slipped through the net and entered the Beginningless Realm.

If any disciple goes astray, he can correct them in time.

His goal was to always follow his master in cultivation, but it would be even better if his master could stay in Wushi. He had a deep affection for the Wushi Daoist Temple, after all, he had invested a lot of effort and energy into Wushi's current foundation.

In the days that followed, more and more disciples noticed that An Zizai had become stricter, even setting many hurdles for accepting disciples, which caused the disciples to gossip among themselves, wondering what had triggered him.

The news also reached the ears of the second-generation disciples. An Zizai would not mention his grandmaster's words to his juniors, but he did not hide it from his teachers.

Upon hearing that a great scourge would appear after Wushi, the second-generation disciples became serious, because they knew that Gu An would not speak carelessly, and that Gu An's eyes could see the future. This made them pay more attention to their own lineage of disciples and descendants.

Nobody wants that scourge to come from their own ranks.

Unbeknownst to all the heavens and myriad realms, the Heavenly Court was engulfed in a great war.

Wearing a white robe with gold patterns, Li Xuanmiao held a divine weapon and rode the clouds. All around him were the figures of immortals and gods. Following their gaze, he saw an extreme darkness at the end of the sky, like a giant abyss trying to devour the Heavenly Court. Countless demons rushed out from it and fought a great battle with the immortals and gods.

The battlefield was vast and boundless, with countless meteors streaking across the sky and attacking the battlefield above the sea of ​​clouds. Various magical forms appeared one after another, and enormous magical treasures stirred up the winds and clouds of the battlefield.

Looking into the distance, Li Xuanmiao thought of the powerful demon he encountered when he saved Li Ya; its aura was just as evil.

It seems that the Dark Heavenly Court had already begun its invasion during the struggle for the throne.

Li Xuanmiao frowned. He could sense an incredibly powerful aura in the darkness. He had never felt such a suppressive aura before, so powerful that it made him worry about the safety of the Heavenly Court.

He hasn't climbed to a high position yet, and he hasn't changed the hearts of the immortals and gods. Will the Heavenly Court collapse prematurely?
Coming from the mortal realm, he did not believe that the Heavenly Court was eternal, because he had seen too many ruling powers fall. In his view, no matter how the immortals and gods embellished it, the Heavenly Court was simply a more powerful force than the Holy Court.

He took a deep breath, cleared his mind of distractions, and threw himself into the battle ahead.

During the flight, he clearly felt that he was passing through an invisible barrier, and the battlefield in front of him suddenly expanded, with deafening roars coming from all directions.

boom--

A terrifying giant fist appeared out of nowhere beside him. His pupils constricted, and he instinctively raised his divine weapon to defend himself, but he was still knocked away.

As he flew backward, he gritted his teeth and looked around, discovering black holes appearing in the battlefield. The giant fist emerged from one of these black holes, and after striking him, it retracted, causing the black hole to disappear.

Red lines immediately appeared on his forehead, and his aura surged. He gripped the divine weapon with both hands, twisted his waist, and swung it down. The spear was surrounded by a vast aura. This slam collided with another giant fist, and the terrifying force shook the void. A meteorite falling a hundred miles away was directly crushed into dust.

Li Xuanmiao threw himself into the battle, but his momentum and performance on the battlefield were inconspicuous.

the other side.

Gu An was in the courtyard, eating melon seeds and watching the play, holding a book in his hand and pretending to be reading.

Shen Zhen leaned closer and said, "Reading Qingxia's Travels again? How many more times are you going to read it?"

Gu An casually replied, "This is the original fourth volume. I haven't read it in a long time, and reading it again brings a different kind of insight."

Shen Zhen seemed lost in thought and didn't ask any more questions. She stood beside Gu An for a while, then turned and left, walking out of the courtyard.

In recent years, she no longer sits idly in front of the refining cauldron, but often goes out for a stroll, though her activities are still confined to the Wushi Dao Temple.

The refining cauldron has also gone out of flame, indicating that Gu An will no longer be refining new Dao treasures.

Gu An sat in the courtyard for an hour before putting down the melon seed plate, then put the Qingxia Travelogue into his pocket. He stood up, stepped out of the Wushi Dojo, and arrived at the Qianling Palace deep in the sea.

The deep-sea dragon carp has built a dragon palace in the ocean and occasionally returns. The herb garden here is basically managed by his clone.

He began picking ripe herbs, and would later perform a lifespan projection.

……

As dusk fell, atop a canyon, with cliffs less than ten feet apart at each end, stood two figures, one of whom was none other than Zhuang Xian from Wushi.

Zhuang Xian was dressed in black and white, wearing a Taoist hat, and had an otherworldly air about him. The sword box on his back added to his chivalrous spirit.

He frowned, looked at the purple-robed man opposite him, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Lin, don't be so stubborn. The lives of cultivators are also lives. No matter how much merit you do for mortals, it doesn't mean you can slaughter cultivators at will."

The purple-clad man's robes fluttered in the wind, his sideburns were disheveled, and a cynical smile graced his handsome yet bewitching face. His eyes were filled with disdain as he laughed and said, "We've known each other for so many years, and you've advised me so many times. Why bother trying to persuade me again?"

Zhuang Xian drew a sword from his back, pointed it at the man in purple, and said, "This time, I will not let you go."

The man in purple shook his head and chuckled, "I've heard these words countless times. You can't do anything to me, so why be so persistent? There are so many evil spirits and heretics in the world, why bother to pester me? This time is different from the past. I'm about to leave the Heavenly Spirit Great World."

"Leave? Where to?" Zhuang Xian asked in a deep voice.

The man in purple looked longingly at the place and said, "A place that represents eternity, Brother Zhuang. Actually, I also wanted to take you there, but unfortunately our ideals are different, and you are destined not to be able to fulfill that condition."

"Eternity? Eternity requires you to slaughter nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Celestial Immortals?"

Zhuang Xian asked sternly, only to be met with a disdainful snort from the man in purple.

"No cultivator is innocent; it's just a matter of who has killed the most people. Do you dare say you've never killed a human or a demon? Can you truly say you have a clear conscience in this life?"

The man in purple stared at Zhuang Xian and asked in a cold voice, his face contorted.

Zhuang Xian snorted, "I wouldn't say I have a clear conscience, but my guilt stems from not killing you demons beforehand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Xian's sword unleashed a beam of light that illuminated the heavens and earth, instantly reaching the purple-clad man.

boom--

The cliff beneath the purple-clad man's feet and the desolate mountain behind him shattered, sending up terrifying dust waves that swept towards the horizon, yet he didn't even blink.

The sword tip was less than three centimeters from his eyes, and his gaze was so cold.

"Since that's the case, Brother Zhuang, today I'll let you experience the difference between us. This is also the first time I've used my Eternal Divine Power. If you don't go all out, you'll die!"

The purple-clad man's voice rang out, unleashing a murderous aura that plunged the entire world into a frigid chill.

(End of this chapter)