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

Chapter 821 Eternal God
Bathed in white light, Lin Canghai was still trembling all over, looking like he was in great pain, but the ferocious smile on his face made him look extremely excited.

He seemed to be expecting something!
Other great cultivators from the Heavenly Spirit Alliance also sensed something was wrong and took action one after another. Their magical power landed on Lin Canghai, but it was all neutralized by the black aura surrounding him.

All the great cultivators felt their magical power fall into an abyss, their connection severed instantly. They were also unable to discern the depth of this abyss, which made them feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They scattered and surrounded Lin Canghai.

An Zizai also noticed that something was wrong with Lin Canghai. He stepped forward and said, "Put away your supernatural powers. We'll clean up this mess."

Zhuang Xian, not wanting to be presumptuous, immediately dispersed the Supreme Dao Primordial Chaos Plate.
The black aura surrounding Lin Canghai quickly condensed into a door, a black door a hundred feet tall. When the black door opened from the right, bursts of silver light surged out from it.

A vast and powerful pressure enveloped the entire Heavenly Spirit World, alarming countless cultivators.

In the boundless, continuous mountains, a strong man sitting under a waterfall opened his eyes. He was shirtless, and two red dragon patterns crawled on his body.

He looked up, his brows furrowed, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

He was none other than Emperor Ji Yan.

“This aura…” Emperor Ji Yan murmured to himself, as if he had remembered something, his eyes becoming even more sharp.

Not only him, but more and more powerful figures were alarmed, and even many Daoist temples outside the heavens could feel this vast aura.

In front of the boundary gate.

The Heavenly Spirit God opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as he looked down upon the Heavenly Spirit Great World.

"what is that?"

This was the first time he had ever sensed such an aura. His intuition told him that this aura was dangerous and that he was no match for it.

He did not get up and go, not because he was afraid, but because there were immortals and gods stronger than him in the Heavenly Spirit Great World.

Taiyi Immortal Lord and the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jindong acted swiftly, appearing out of thin air in front of the Black Gate before it was fully opened.

boom!
Taiyi Immortal Lord pressed his right palm against the black gate, forcibly holding it down.

The great cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Alliance were astonished by their appearance. Soon, some of them recognized their identities and exclaimed, "Immortals and Gods!"

Upon hearing this, the other great cultivators were not pleasantly surprised, but instead became even more nervous. What kind of cause and effect could have provoked the gods to take action?

The seventy-two immortals of Jindong were all extraordinary, far surpassing the great cultivators of the Tianling Dao Alliance, but compared to the Taiyi Immortal Lord, their aura was considerably weaker.

The world was silent, and everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Immortal Lord Taiyi.

An Zizai did not make a move, but quietly watched Taiyi Immortal Lord. He had met Taiyi Immortal Lord before and knew that Taiyi Immortal Lord was no ordinary immortal god.

Zhuang Xian was not surprised by the appearance of the immortals; he looked at Lin Canghai with a complicated expression.

As he watched Lin Canghai tremble amidst the black mist, images of the two of them drinking and laughing together many years ago, their joyful moments shattered by their repeated battles, until he returned to reality and the two of them became complete adversaries.

“Brother Zhuang, there are so many suffering people in this world. How can you possibly save them all? Why not find the source of suffering and uproot it? Even if it cannot bring absolute peace, it can at least free more mortals from suffering.”

The echoes of Lin Canghai's words still lingered in Zhuang Xian's ears, and he felt a pang of sorrow.

Even immortals and gods have intervened. Regardless of the outcome, he and Lin Canghai have completely broken ties.

In his heart, Lin Canghai was his best friend. He would feel sad, but he would never be soft-hearted.

He wanted to save the innocent cultivators who had been captured by Lin Canghai!

at this time.

Taiyi Immortal Lord, who was pressing one hand on the black door, changed his expression slightly. His arm trembled slightly, and the black door opened outwards again. This scene made the seventy-two immortals of Jindong and all the onlookers feel nervous.

More and more powerful cultivators arrived, but seeing that Immortal Lord Taiyi was suppressing the Black Gate, none dared to make a move. Boom—

The aura of Immortal Lord Taiyi suddenly erupted, shaking heaven and earth, causing the clouds to churn, and the Heavenly Dao light layer above the Heavenly Spirit World burst forth with countless rainbows of light, piercing through the sea of ​​clouds and flying into the body of Immortal Lord Taiyi.

Taiyi Immortal Lord's aura rose steadily, but his arms trembled and he was unable to completely block the Black Gate.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the black gate. Immortal Lord Taiyi suddenly jumped away, creating distance between himself and the black gate. Not only him, but all seventy-two immortals of Jintong also retreated.

The black door burst open, revealing a gleaming silver light. A towering figure appeared inside, but no one could make out his true appearance. He seemed to be wearing a wide robe, had three heads, and wildly flowing hair, resembling a demon, terrifying and horrifying.

When everyone saw this figure, they felt an endless, chilling power rushing towards them, making them feel as if they were in a cold cellar.

What terrifies them most is that they have lost control of their physical bodies.

There is no divine power.

No magic power.

too tired.

It's as if the soul is separating from the body, and the soul is not free.

An Zizai and Zhuang Xian felt the same way; their eyes widened and they broke out in a cold sweat.

Their eyes were fixed on the mysterious figure inside the black door. In broad daylight, the mysterious figure standing in the silver light was so terrifying, bringing everyone an extremely oppressive sense of horror.

The powerful cultivators who came to help were also stunned when they saw him.

For a moment, the world was plunged into a strange scene, with a continuous stream of people flying in, then stopping, and staring blankly at the black gate, just like everyone else.

Lin Canghai seemed to have all his strength drained away. His arms hung limply, and he swayed precariously, but the black aura around him supported him, preventing him from falling.

He felt his eyelids were so heavy, and he struggled to open his eyes, looking at Zhuang Xian on the ground in the distance.

He looked at Zhuang Xian, and the same scene flashed through his mind.

“Brother Lin, searching for the root of the trouble is a form of escapism. Doing what you can do is enough.”

Zhuang Xian's words rang in his ears, and he twitched his lips into a self-deprecating smile.

It is indeed an act of escapism.

Lin Canghai knew he was never a good person. He helped Fanling only to fill the void in his heart, thinking that by doing so, he could offset his good deeds and go in accordance with the will of Heaven.

However, he no longer believes in the Way of Heaven.

He wants to believe in the eternal way.

He prayed in his heart to the eternal god, that he could kill everyone present, but please don't kill Zhuang Xian.

He didn't believe in truly good people until he met Zhuang Xian.

Zhuang Xian, who came from the beginningless past, could have enjoyed everything, but he insisted on traveling the world, enduring so much hardship, and doing good deeds that had no reward.

Standing behind An Zizai, Zhuang Xian saw Lin Canghai's gaze and understood his meaning.

But now he was powerless to resist. More than Lin Canghai, he was worried about what kind of catastrophe the mysterious figure inside the Black Gate would bring.

(End of this chapter)