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

Chapter 998 Fighting Side by Side
After leaving the Heavenly Palace of the Divine Steed of Merit, Lord Xuanqing did not return to his own Daoist temple, nor did he descend to the mortal realm. He wandered around the Heavenly Court, concerned about the situation of those immortals of merit.

Although he chose to believe in the God of Merit and Virtue, he found it difficult to settle down before receiving definite news.

His heart would bleed at the loss of even one meritorious immortal.

Merit Immortals cannot fill vacancies, at least not in the Heavenly Dao Immortal Register in his possession. Moreover, he carefully selected each Merit Immortal and established a good relationship with them.

Unbeknownst to them, Xuanqing Xingjun arrived at the Eastern Heavenly Gate.

The Heavenly Court has eight Heavenly Gates, each a condensation of great fortune, capable of connecting all the heavens and myriad realms, and also able to defend against invasions from external enemies.

Each Heavenly Gate appears to be guarded by only two celestial deities, but in reality, a supreme immortal is hidden inside, who usually devotes himself to cultivation and rarely appears in public.

As soon as Xuanqing Xingjun arrived, the two celestial gods guarding the East Heavenly Gate immediately turned their attention to him, showing him great respect.

Everyone knows that this Star Lord is no ordinary person. He has the Supreme Being of Heaven as his master and is also the Heavenly Emperor's closest celestial official. With such a background, no immortal or god dares to neglect him.

"Has anything unusual happened lately?" Xuanqing Xingjun asked with a smile, as if he were very familiar with the two immortals and gods. In fact, this was their first conversation.

After the two immortals bowed, they immediately began to report on the situation.

Since the war with Chaos began, the Heavenly Court has increased its vigilance. The celestial gods guarding the Heavenly Gate are rotated frequently, and no one dares to let their guard down. There are also law enforcement celestial gods patrolling outside.

Xuanqing Xingjun was just idly asking around when he learned something that surprised him.

"Are you sure it's Emperor Hongyang recruiting immortals and gods in the mortal realm?" Xuanqing Star Lord asked again.

The gods all knew that Xuanqing Xingjun was the teacher of Emperor Hongyang, so they didn't think much of it.

"Indeed, those new immortals and gods do seem quite extraordinary. Your Highness has excellent judgment."

"A deity said with great interest, and also took the opportunity to flatter him."

Xuanqing Xingjun stroked his beard, looking quite satisfied, but inwardly he was surprised.

He remembered that Emperor Hongyang had said that he would never become a god bound by power; Emperor Hongyang wanted to pursue personal strength.

Did Emperor Hongyang change his personality after arriving in the Heavenly Court?

Although Xuanqing Xingjun had his suspicions, he had no intention of intervening. He had done all he could, and even if Emperor Hongyang was heading towards the situation he feared most, there was nothing he could do.

After chatting for a long time, Xuanqing Xingjun bid farewell to the two celestial beings.

Not long after he left Dongtianmen, a streak of azure light rushed from afar. He caught it and opened his palm to find it was the jade stone that Gu An had taken from him earlier.

Xuanqing Xingjun's expression was strange. He played with the jade stone, but could not find any cause or effect from it. He did not know what the jade stone had experienced.

"If it has truly been resolved, then he..."

Xuanqing Xingjun muttered to himself. He believed that Gu An could save that group of merit immortals. He had only thrown away a piece of jade and managed to resolve the situation in such a short time. Such methods were truly beyond his comprehension.

Even his master might not have such ability.

Xuanqing Xingjun observed for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he could only stuff the jade into his belt and continue on his way.

……

Wuzhong Mountain, inside the courtyard.

Gu An sat up on the roof, stretched, and smiled with satisfaction.

This time, he did not completely sever the cause and effect, so he used that jade to gain a lot of lifespan.

This wave granted him a lifespan of three thousand Jing years, which is equivalent to three hundred trillion trillion years.

not bad.

Doing so carries the risk of exposure; at the very least, a sage could see through it. Fortunately, there is no second sage within the Heavenly Dao.

And below the level of a sage, there is even less reason to be cautious. Gu An jumped down from the eaves, and the Primordial Divine Sparrow flew over and landed on his shoulder.

He walked straight out of the courtyard. Shen Zhen, who was practicing in front of the refining cauldron, opened his eyes and looked at him, thinking that he was going to cause trouble again.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see through it!
After leaving Wuzhong Mountain, Gu An proceeded along the winding mountain path, and the Blood Prison Great Sage, who had been summoned by him, quickly arrived.

"We're missing a mount today."

Gu An smiled and said. Upon hearing this, the Blood Prison Great Sage's eyes lit up, and he immediately transformed into a majestic and divine blood bull.

Its fur is blood-red, fluttering in the wind like flickering flames, exuding a majestic aura.

"Master, I've waited too long for this opportunity, it's finally here!"

Blood Prison Great Sage said excitedly. As the only mount of the Primordial Ancestor, he had always felt that he should do something.

Mounts are not disciples; they fight alongside their masters!
He had long wanted to fight alongside his master!
He had already imagined many exciting scenarios, and even started fantasizing about how he would brag to the other disciples when he got back.

"Let's take a stroll along the main road."

Gu An replied with a smile, then leaped onto the back of the Blood Prison Great Sage.

Upon hearing this, the Great Sage of Blood Prison became even more excited.

The path of the Great Way is wonderful!

That was a place teeming with carnage!

Blood Prison Great Sage leaped into the air, and immediately he saw the world around him suddenly change.

Ahead lay a luminous galaxy, like a white ribbon piercing the dim starry sky, dazzling and captivating.

The Milky Way is formed by the convergence of countless stars, with a road in the very center that stretches to the horizon.

The Great Sage of Blood Prison never expected to arrive at the Path of the Great Dao in the blink of an eye, but since it was done by his master, nothing was surprising.

He stepped toward the path of the Great Dao, and the closer he got to it, the more he could feel its vastness.

From a distance, the main road appears narrow, but once you get on the road, you realize how wide it actually is.

The Great Sage of Blood Prison had been to the Great Dao before, but never to this particular road. After landing, he looked around but saw no other living beings.

He was suspicious; where was his opponent?
He didn't ask any questions, but instead strolled forward. Since his master wouldn't say anything, he would walk around first, wanting to let his master feel how comfortable his back was.

Gu An rode on the back of the Blood Prison Great Sage, gazing ahead leisurely, occasionally teasing the Beginningless Divine Sparrow.

The Great Sage of Blood Prison was very curious about the origin of this Primordial Divine Sparrow. He and his other disciples had observed it and found that its cultivation was unfathomable. The fact that it was kept by its master's side was enough to prove its power.

But why doesn't it speak?

Is it disdain, or incompetence?

Blood Prison Great Sage always felt it was the former, which was the thing he admired most about his master. Even though they were together day and night, his master was still shrouded in mystery in his eyes.

Perhaps besides the disciples of Wushi, the master has trained many other disciples outside, and who knows when he will bring them back.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, because the master didn't care about the cultivation level of the disciples of Wushi.

If they don't care, it must be because other disciples have saved face.

As the Great Sage of Blood Prison was lost in thought, at the same time, in the far distance, a silver vortex appeared in the sky above the Path of the Great Dao, constantly radiating light.

A red mist surged out, followed by ghosts flying out. They were thin and emaciated, their clothes indistinguishable. They faced each other in pairs, quickly lay down, bent their legs into a kneeling position, placed their hands on each other's shoulders, and lowered their heads. They formed a staircase that extended down to the earth below.

(End of this chapter)