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

Chapter 950 Revealing Cultivation Level
After several days of fighting, Lü Xian finally defeated the Taiqing Golden Immortal, but this battle was only the prelude to the chaos to come.

This battle greatly inspired the creatures of the Boundless Continent. With immortals protecting them, they could survive even better.

The news of the Dragon Ancestor's demise continues to spread, a result that disappoints all living beings, and all the Daoist temples in the world have fallen silent.

The Heavenly Court's army of immortals and gods has withdrawn, but all living beings know that the Heavenly Court will take even bigger actions, and the wrath of the immortals and gods will descend as divine might.

A year on Earth is equivalent to a day in Heaven.

Gu An watched the show from the mortal realm, observing the immortals and gods dealing with the Dragon Ancestor's soul. Various heavenly punishments rained down, but unfortunately, they couldn't destroy the Dragon Ancestor's soul no matter what they did.

Those Heavenly Sovereigns were high above and did not participate. They never participated in any of the Heavenly Court's Immortal and Divine Assembly. They only intervened when the Heavenly Court faced calamities.

The Heavenly Dao Supreme Beings could have destroyed the Dragon Ancestor's soul, but they did not help him. Their perspective was higher than that of the immortals and gods. In their view, the Dragon Ancestor's ability to cultivate the divine power to destroy the Heavenly Dao's fortune must be related to the Heavenly Emperor.

Despite the various methods employed by the immortals and gods, they were unable to completely eliminate the Dragon Ancestor. In the end, they could only imprison the Dragon Ancestor in the deepest part of the Heavenly Prison.

After the matter of the Dragon Ancestor was settled, the immortals and gods gathered in the Lingxiao Palace and began to discuss how to deal with the beings who had assisted the Dragon Ancestor.

The Heavenly Emperor sat on his throne, calmly watching the gods and immortals argue.

Gu An already knew that the Heavenly Emperor would not pursue those living beings, but would instead use this opportunity to eliminate some immortals and gods.

After watching the play for a while, Gu An turned his attention to his surroundings.

Watching his disciples take turns fighting, with some winning and some losing, Gu An decided to personally guide them in their cultivation. This surprised and delighted the disciples, as they had not received Gu An's instruction for a long time.

The second-generation disciples received Gu An's instruction one after another, and their strength began to advance by leaps and bounds. Although their cultivation level did not increase rapidly, they became more adept at using supernatural powers and spells, and their power became even stronger.

Although the troubles on the Wushi Continent were endless, the second-generation disciples were incredibly happy during this time, as if they had returned to the days when they first became disciples of Gu An.

A thousand years can pass in the blink of an eye.

The fame of the Boundless Continent spread far and wide. Through dozens of great battles, more and more creatures learned that there was such a place in the ocean where a great being lived in seclusion, a paradise for those of mediocre talent.

The name "Wu Shi" was not widely known; other names were used instead.

Some call this continent the True Immortal Continent, some call it the Immortal Hidden Continent, and others call it the Otherworldly Continent.

The fact that the Heavenly Court had not yet descended brought a sigh of relief to the common people, who thought that the Heavenly Court would no longer pursue the troubles of that battle. Thus, the Central Heaven returned to its usual bustling state, with ever-changing winds and clouds.

After teaching the second generation of disciples, Gu An would also take time to teach disciples of other generations.

The fact that they have persevered until now and have not left the Boundless Continent, regardless of their motives, has moved Gu An with their attitude, and he does not mind raising their potential.

Most of the disciples remained integrated into the community on the mainland, but they communicated privately. After learning that the Patriarch was instructing other disciples, they were all excited. They did not lose their composure and continued to maintain their current identities, waiting to be summoned by the Patriarch.

While teaching his disciples, Gu An was also contemplating the supernatural power he had always wanted to create.

He wanted to create his own supernatural power, a supernatural power that belonged only to him.

The Dragon Ancestor's divine power to destroy the Heavenly Dao and its destiny gave him great inspiration.

In the blink of an eye, another ten thousand years have passed.

Zhongtian has completely emerged from the shadow cast by the Heavenly Court, and a new golden age has arrived. After the great war between immortals and mortals, various Daoist sects began to cultivate with the goal of annihilating immortals and gods.

They must at least surpass the Dragon Ancestor!
Although the Dragon Ancestor died, his spirit has profoundly influenced later generations of cultivators. In just ten thousand years, the myth of the Dragon Ancestor has spread throughout the Central Heaven, symbolizing the spirit of resisting injustice and tyranny.

Ten thousand years have passed, and Gu An still hasn't taught all the remaining disciples of the Beginningless Continent. His instruction doesn't take just an hour or two; his dedication only fuels the anticipation of those who haven't yet received guidance. One day, an outsider arrives on the Beginningless Continent.

This is a man in white robes, with an otherworldly air. He holds a whisk in his hand and walks on the beach, heading towards the distant mountains.

After walking for more than an hour, he finally entered a village.

This village is located on the edge of the mountains. Outside the town are fields with rice paddies of different colors, which are very beautiful. Inside the town, wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys, giving it a lively and warm atmosphere.

The man in the white robe looked around and saw people talking on the street, people working, and even children chasing and playing.

"It's interesting to see such an ordinary group of people in Zhongtian."

The man in white robes muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips; he was becoming even more interested in this continent.

As he passed by a courtyard, he saw five young men and teenagers chatting idly by the wall. They all looked carefree and unreliable.

The man in white robes walked straight toward them, which caught the attention of the five people. They simply looked at him curiously without trying to avoid him.

There are not many dangerous things happening on this continent, so people are simple and honest, and they are warm and hospitable even to outsiders.

Upon seeing the white-robed man approach, the oldest-looking man spoke up, asking, "Master Daoist, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the white-robed man grabbed a boy's wrist and asked with a smile, "Why would a dignified Xuan Yuan Zizai Immortal hide his cultivation and play tricks on others?"

The boy looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in tattered clothes. Upon hearing the words of the man in white robes, the smile on his face froze instantly.

"What Xuan Yuan Zi Zai Immortal? Daoist, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?" the young man in plain clothes asked nervously.

The other four were not afraid; instead, they surrounded the man in white.

"Hey, don't hit me!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Outsiders, don't cause trouble. We're not to be trifled with."

"Let go!"

Hearing their words, the white-robed man's smile widened. He laughed and said, "You've all been fooled by him. His cultivation and age far exceed your imagination."

Upon hearing this, the young man in plain clothes looked despairing.

He was unable to break free from the white-robed man's grasp, which filled him with immense fear.

His fear wasn't of the threat posed by the white-robed man, but of being recognized and being banished from the Boundless Continent.

How could this be?

He had persevered until now, and the patriarch was about to instruct him in cultivation, but he collapsed today.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have come to catch bugs with these little guys. What a damn waste!
The boy in plain clothes looked ashen-faced, no longer wanting to argue or resist.

His attitude only made the white-robed man more curious. The white-robed man released his hand and asked, "I won't hurt you. I'm just curious why you hide your cultivation. The karma on your body is not complicated. You don't have any deep-seated hatred outside."

(End of this chapter)