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

Chapter 921 Encountering a Fairy on a Lonely Island
Gu An took in Wu Jue's predicament and shook his head slightly, feeling that Wu Jue was too arrogant.

The resurrection and reincarnation techniques of martial arts are utterly insignificant in the face of an absolute difference in realms, not to mention that the Supreme Demon God was once a Primordial Profound Immortal, who could see through his Daoist methods at a glance.

Gu An was somewhat relieved that the Supreme Demon God hadn't killed Wu Jue.

Since being defeated by him, Taishang has undergone a great change. He has been working to mend the Three Thousand Great Worlds and has shown mercy to those he was once on good terms with.

Of course, this change was not enough for Gu An to help him change his inevitable fate.

Who changed the fate of those who were killed by the emperor?
Gu An might offer some consideration for Wu Jue, but he wouldn't bother commenting on Wu Jue's thoughts. What he cared about was his friendship with Wu Jue, not Wu Jue's opinions on other matters, as long as Wu Jue didn't commit any serious evil deeds.

Moreover, Wu Jue's strength is insufficient to affect the Supreme Demon God.

The fall of the Supreme Demon God will also affect Martial Arts, allowing Martial Arts to have a deeper understanding of the Way of Heaven and Earth.

Gu An walked down the mountain, intending to visit the city built by the disciples of Wushi.

Now, outsiders travel to this continent every day, and the disciples of Wushi have also found a way to do so. They have really arranged tasks for themselves, and everyone has time to rest and cultivate. Of course, they don't take turns every day or two, but every ten or twenty years. This makes many outsiders feel that things have changed when they return.

So far, no outsider has been able to stay. The outsiders have not seen through the disguise of the Wushi disciples, but they can feel a sense of alienation that makes it difficult for them to stay.

Some creatures were quite interested in this phenomenon, but later, for some reason, they wanted to leave.

At first, the disciples of Wushi did not notice anything, but as more and more beings came and went, they realized that this was the ancestor's method.

To be able to change someone's thoughts silently and without a sound, what kind of cultivation and supernatural power would that require?
They can't understand it, but that doesn't stop them from dreaming.

As people came and went, the disciples of Wushi gradually became less nervous and were able to calmly deal with all the visitors. Among the more than two million disciples, none of them were recognized for the time being.

Of course, the main reason is that the outsider's cultivation level is too high. Even if the disciples of Wushi reveal their true cultivation level, it is not enough.

The real test is yet to come.

"By sacrificing the entire clan, a few people attain immortality. Humanity succeeds, but countless generations to come will be reduced to mortals. All prosperity will eventually decline. Is this your way of Heaven?"

Gu An walked through the mountains and forests, gazing at the magnificent landscape beyond the trees, and murmured to himself.

His words revealed the fate of the Zhongtian human race.

When humanity truly unifies the Central Heaven, that will be the time of their decline. The immortals and gods do not allow any race to unify the Central Heaven; this is a rule different from the Three Thousand Great Worlds.

The Three Thousand Great Worlds were unified by the human race, which possessed the highest wisdom. However, the human cultivators were too clever and ambitious, which overshadowed the mortals' faith in the immortals and gods, thus incurring the displeasure of the immortals and gods.

As Gu An descended the mountain and passed through the Wushi Daoist Temple, he felt as if he had entered the mortal world. Some people were working, some were escorting caravans, and some were herding cattle. The various scenes made it hard to believe that this was Zhongtian.

After leaving the dojo, Gu An arrived at a deserted island. This deserted island was extremely far away from the Wushi Dojo. Even a free immortal would need many years to cross the sea to reach it.

He personally built the pavilion on the island. He moved slowly, without using any magic, and it took him several days.

This pavilion is located halfway up the mountain, with a cliff outside the courtyard offering a panoramic view of the vast ocean.

After the pavilion was successfully built, Gu An went down the mountain and came to the beach. He saw a huge sea turtle crawling on the sand, trying to go ashore. The seawater washed over its body, and its shell was dark gray, as if engraved with some kind of pattern, as profound as an array.

This sea turtle belongs to the lowest level of beings in the Central Heaven. Its strength is equivalent to that of a Free Immortal, but it lacks the supernatural powers of a Free Immortal and cannot transform into human form. Since the rise of the human race, the minimum talent of beings in the Central Heaven has been continuously decreasing, while the maximum talent has been continuously increasing.

In the future, many beings who have not yet attained immortality will spread across the land, and even mortal spirits will appear, making the gap in status and hierarchy between heaven and earth even more disparate.

Gu An stopped the sea turtle. The sea turtle looked up at him, its eyes glazed over, and then slowly moved to the side, trying to get around him.

In front of Gu An, this sea turtle was like a small mountain, yet it dared not confront Gu An.

If Gu An hadn't been able to see through its physical form, he would have truly believed it was already old.

In fact, relative to its long lifespan, it is still in its infancy. In the future, it will be 100,000 feet tall, supporting the continent, and will belong to the category of ancient ferocious beasts.

Gu An's lips curled up as he appeared out of thin air on the turtle's shell.

In an instant, the sea turtle sank downwards. It strained with its limbs but could not move forward. It began to panic, its claws stirring up sand everywhere, but to no avail.

Finally, it stopped, as if it had fallen asleep.

Gu An sat directly on its shell. Days passed, the sun set and the moon rose. Pressed down by Gu An, it would struggle every now and then, and after failing, it would go to sleep, and so on.

A few months later.

A black crack appeared on the beach behind Gu An, crackled with lightning. Then, a figure tumbled out of it and landed awkwardly on the sand.

This was a man covered in blood, breathing weakly. He lay on the ground, panting slightly, his consciousness still lingering.

Gu An seemed unaware of his presence, did not turn around, and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

The sea turtle beneath him noticed the noise and turned its head to look. Its neck was as long as a dragon's, extending beyond its shell, allowing it to see what was behind it.

When it saw the seriously injured man, it was stunned for a moment. After a while, it suddenly realized that there was a person sitting on its shell. Its eyes widened, and then it quickly retracted into its shell, even pulling its limbs in.

This action, so different from its usual slowness, made Gu An chuckle.

He opened his eyes, stood up, and turned to walk away.

He jumped off the tortoise shell and walked all the way to the injured man.

He stopped in front of the injured man, but instead of squatting down, he touched his chin with one hand and carefully observed the injured man.

Liu An struggled to lift his head. His face was a bloody mess, only his eyes were clear. He looked up at Gu An with pleading eyes.

"Save...Save..."

Liu An opened his mouth, speaking in pain, but he was unable to utter the word "I".

Gu An looked down at him and asked, "If I save you, you'll have to be my servant for ten million years. Are you willing?"

Ten million years?
Liu An's eyes widened in shock, stunned by the deadline.

(End of this chapter)