I became an immortal in the mountains

Chapter 922

“He’s trying to force you to take action!” Li Miaoxuan said.

Gu Yuanqing nodded and said, "He's not just forcing me to take action, but trying to make me use the power of the Taixu Creation Wheel. These people from the ancient realms can't be killed by ordinary means."

Li Miaoxuan asked, "Can the power of the Taixu Creation Wheel really kill them?"

"I'm not sure either, but I have a feeling in my heart that it should be possible!" Gu Yuanqing said.

"This is an attempt to force you into a trap by threatening the safety of the Qian Yuan Realm!" Li Miaoxuan hesitated for a moment, "Should we pull everyone from the Qian Yuan Realm into the Bei Quan Realm?"

Gu Yuanqing stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, looking at the people from the Great Wei Dynasty descending from the sky, and smiled: "Not for now, let's see what happens!"

As he spoke, a thought flashed through his mind, and sword energy arose within the Qian Yuan Realm.

It is born from every wisp of wind, every cloud, and every wisp of spiritual energy, and grows rapidly.

Sword energy crisscrossed the heavens and earth, dense and overwhelming.

The middle-aged cultivator, who had been swooping down and appeared to be in a frenzy, suddenly stopped laughing. A red dot appeared between his eyebrows, which quickly expanded, spreading to his entire face, head, and body, before finally exploding into a cloud of blood mist that drifted away in the wind.

One by one, the soldiers of the Great Wei Dynasty looked down at their chests, where there was an extremely thin wound that ran from their shoulders to their waists, piercing through their entire bodies, before their bodies shattered like broken porcelain.

One by one, the cultivators of the Great Wei fell like wheat being harvested; their blood was evaporated by the sword energy before it could even drip; their screams were swallowed by the wind before they could even be uttered.

Wherever the sword energy passed, there was no enemy who could withstand it.

The Wei soldiers who rushed up later changed their expressions drastically, seemingly not expecting the territory they were about to attack to be so powerful.

However, they had no time to think further, because after the Great Wei cultivators died, the Yin energy on their bodies began to dissipate. When they touched the Yin energy, their eyes turned red, their bodies began to change, and their physical bodies transformed into the appearance of Yin spirits.

His original rationality gradually disappeared. Sensing the presence of living beings below, he charged down even more frantically, like a shark smelling blood.

However, when they faced Gu Yuanqing as ghosts, they were no different from before.

Under the sword intent of the Myriad Manifestations of Calamity Control, they were all annihilated.

For cultivators at Gu Yuanqing's level, simply increasing their numbers is of no use at all.

Especially in the Qian Yuan Realm, although it does not have the absolute power of control that the Bei Quan Realm possesses, under the unity of heaven and man, there is not much difference between cultivators below the demigod level; it is merely a matter of one or two sword strikes.

The cultivators from the Qian Yuan Realm who were about to charge forward suddenly stopped.

They stood frozen in mid-air, staring at the one-sided slaughter above them, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Looking around, the scene as far as the eye could see was the same as the scene above.

Sword energy, seemingly born out of thin air, appeared to have its own life. It darted, wandered, and swept past, and every cultivator from the Great Wei who was touched by it shattered, exploded, and dissipated as if made of paper.

These cultivators, whose cultivation levels seemed far superior to their own, were all unable to withstand even half a move from them.

What was initially thought to be an invasion from another world, leading to a life-or-death battle, has now turned into a massacre!

"It was Lord Gu who made the move!"

"My God... is this the power of Lord Gu?"

"Even knowing that he has profound cultivation, this is still too exaggerated!"

"I used to hear people say he was a god, but I didn't believe it. But seeing this scene..."

The oppressive feeling of despair and the boundless killing intent that almost crushed everyone have now vanished.

Instead, there was an emotion that was hard to describe.

There was relief, shock, ecstasy at surviving a catastrophe, and a sense of awe akin to a pilgrimage.

Li Guanrong, standing atop the imperial palace, breathed a sigh of relief.

“My grandfather has taken action, and he hasn’t sent any message for me to return to Beiquan Mountain, which means there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Within the ancient realm's illusory image above.

Zhou Wei and Feng Yue stood on the boundary between the two illusory realms.

Neither of them made a move, because as the leaders of the Great Wei Dynasty in this battle, if they rushed down and were killed now, the battle would spiral out of control.

The two remained calm and composed, showing no change even as they witnessed the deaths of countless cultivators from the Great Wei Dynasty.

The other visitors surrounding the two also remained calm.

Those who are above the Celestial level can retain their memories, so they will not be affected by this.

On the contrary, the soldiers further back, who were also affected by the sudden change in the weather, all had a slight change in expression. Seeing the scene below and the changes in their comrades, their bodies began to tremble slightly.

However, what truly terrified them was not the massacre taking place below, but the cultivators who had come into contact with the Yin energy and were beginning to turn into Yin spirits!

"How could this be?"

"How did they turn into ghosts?"

They were filled with panic, their bodies began to tremble slightly, and some memories that had been imprisoned deep in their consciousness began to surface.

"He died. I watched him die, three hundred years ago... or five hundred years ago. He died long ago! I saw him again after the full moon, many times..."

A general at the Void Realm murmured softly, then suddenly looked down at his hands.

The original flesh and blood gradually disappeared, revealing the stark white bones, and a layer of grayish-white aura slowly seeped out from his body.

“So…” he suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with anguish and despair, “So I was already dead all along.”

His expression began to contort, and his gaze turned venomous.

……

Skeletons suddenly scattered on the ground, and those figures that were just trembling and terrified instantly lost their human form.

Blood began to gush from some people's bodies, staining their clothes red.

Some were engulfed in flames...

Those cultivators who had not yet fully mutated felt their fear reach its limit as they watched their fellow cultivators around them crumble one by one, turning into ghosts.

"no, do not want……"

"I don't want to die... I'm not dead, I'm still alive, I don't want to become like that..."

"Escape! Escape!"

Some turned and ran away, while others knelt on the ground, clutching their heads and wailing, before turning into ghosts amidst their cries.

In a short time, the once disciplined ancient army was transformed into a living hell.

Feng Yue, Zhou Wei, and the others watched everything calmly, without even turning around.

They had seen this scene countless times before.

Not long ago, almost half of the ancient world's inhabitants turned into ghosts.

After these cultivators turned into ghosts, their gazes all turned downwards.

Within the Qian Yuan Realm, countless vibrant life forms rushed towards them—something they once possessed but had long since lost.

"Alive..."

"They're still alive..." "Why..."

From within the eerie flames came whispers filled with resentment and malice.

In the next instant, countless figures rushed downwards like wolves that had smelled blood!

"kill--!"

A piercing roar echoed through the void.

Countless gray, blood-red, and dark figures streaked across the sky like meteors, rushing towards the Qian Yuan Realm!
No matter how hard they tried, they could not cross the insurmountable barrier formed by countless sword energies.

Feng Yue asked, "Was it Gu Yuanqing who made the move?"

“It should be so. He is the master of the Qian Yuan Realm, and he clearly used the Realm Token to borrow the power of the Qian Yuan Realm,” Zhou Wei said.

Feng Yue said, "Even if the Domain Token was used, this kind of power far exceeds what a demigod should possess. This Qian Yuan Realm is truly not small."

Zhou Wei said, "Zhao...Wei Zhao said that this person also possesses other rule artifacts, and his strength far exceeds that of a demigod."

"In just a few hundred years, he has grown to such an extent. He truly deserves to be a person born to seize the destiny of the Linglong Realm," Feng Yue said.

Zhou Wei smiled calmly: "Wouldn't it be better if they were stronger? If they're too weak, how can they be of any use!"

Feng Yue glanced at Zhou Wei, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "If this knife is too sharp, be careful not to cut your hand."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wei shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the countless Yin spirits below that were blocked by sword energy.

“This is not something we should worry about,” Zhou Wei said calmly. “All we need is this knife, enough to cut through those things.”

Feng Yue remained silent for a long time, then sighed softly: "Yes, millions of years, that's too long! As long as they can be... freed, nothing else really matters. However, he has yet to use the power of the Tai Xu Creation Wheel!"

Zhou Wei smiled faintly: "He will use it, unless he wants to face the attacks of my Great Wei Dynasty indefinitely. Even if he possesses a rule-based artifact, even if he can borrow the power of the Qian Yuan Realm, he is still only a demigod. His power will eventually run out. If he doesn't want all the people in his realm to perish, then there is only one way: kill us completely!"

"You want to die that badly?" Feng Yue asked.

Zhou Wei smiled, a hint of something unspeakable in his expression: "Don't you want to? If you didn't want to, why didn't you take the Myriad Paths Returning to Flow Talisman when it appeared?"

……

The Ancient Realm is far larger than the Qian Yuan Realm, and contains hundreds of millions of cultivators.

The Yin spirits that attacked the Qian Yuan Realm came in an endless stream, seemingly without end!
However, they clearly underestimated Gu Yuanqing's power. For half a month, Gu Yuanqing killed countless people, but the number of flying ghosts seemed to have not decreased at all.

The initial chaos within the Qian Yuan Realm has now completely subsided.

Half a month is neither a long nor a short time.

For the cultivators of the Qian Yuan Realm, the past two weeks had been like watching a grand show, and they were merely spectators.

The illusory kingdom above still floated in the air, from which gray-white ghosts poured out in an endless stream like locusts.

With each sword strike, countless yin spirits shattered and dissipated, but the next second, even more yin spirits would take their place.

They can't kill them all.

There's no way to kill them all.

But the cultivators of the Qian Yuan Realm knew that, fortunately, there was Immortal Gu.

Inside the Xuantian Sect, several young disciples, having finished their cultivation, sat lazily on the ground, gazing up at the sky.

"It's been half a month. Luckily, Master Gu is here, otherwise we would have been..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone present understood what he meant.

A senior brother at the Divine Platform Realm next to him said, "Yes, thanks to Senior Gu. Don't be fooled by the fact that those Yin Spirits have been trying for half a month and haven't even broken through with a single sword aura. Each of them is quite strong, and many of them are even at the Celestial Realm level!"

"But why are they still not done? It's been half a month, can't they be killed off?"

The atmosphere among them became slightly tense after these words were spoken.

"The Ancient Realm is said to be very large." The older senior brother looked up at the sky and said slowly, "It is much larger than our Qian Yuan Realm, and naturally there are many more people inside. Let alone killing them all in half a month, it might not even be possible to kill them all in a month."

"Then Senior Gu..." the young disciple looked uneasily toward the main peak, "...can he hold on?"

No one answered.

After a moment of silence, someone reluctantly said, "Senior Gu will definitely be fine."

"Yes, yes, that's Senior Gu, an immortal! Our Qian Yuan Realm has weathered countless calamities, and we'll surely survive this one too!"

……

A middle-aged monk put down his teacup, looked up at the sky, and suddenly sighed: "To be honest, I'm a little scared now."

"What's there to be afraid of? Isn't Lord Gu standing in the way?"

"I'm just afraid of Lord Gu..." He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood what he meant.

"Don't talk nonsense," another cultivator retorted. "What level of cultivation does Master Gu possess? His supernatural powers can connect heaven and earth. Back then, when he lectured, his voice could be heard in almost every realm of the vast Linglong Realm. That alone is enough to demonstrate his abilities. How could something like this stump him?"

"I know, I know," the middle-aged cultivator waved his hand. "But what if? What if those things are truly endless? What if even Immortal Gu has his limits..."

“No, that won’t happen.” The older monk interrupted him, his tone resolute. “We just need to trust him.”

Even so, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Beiquan Mountain.

Such remarks are everywhere.

Although the Qian Yuan Realm appears to be safe and sound, the scene before them still weighs heavily on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

It was because Gu Yuanqing's prestige in the Qian Yuan Realm was unparalleled that no turmoil occurred within the Qian Yuan Realm.

Li Guanrong was actually a little uneasy, but after a trip to Beiquan Mountain, he felt much more at ease.

"Your Majesty, what did Senior Gu say?" a court official asked, suppressing his unease.

Li Guanrong glanced at it and snorted, "What's the panic? With Grandfather here, the sky won't fall. They're just some ghosts!"

……

In the northern part of the city.

Li Miaoxuan said softly, "I'm afraid the full moon night in the ancient realm is coming again, and those slain souls will be resurrected! The demigods of the Great Wei Divine Dynasty have not made a move yet. I think they want to use these souls to wear us down until you use the power of the Taixu Creation Wheel."

“I never expected that the Ancient Divine Sect could summon the Ancient Realm for so long!” Gu Yuanqing said.

Li Miaoxuan asked, "Have we still not found any trace of the Gui Cang Hall?"

Gu Yuanqing shook his head and said, "I can't find it. This artifact of the rules can evade heavenly punishment and has a unique way of concealing itself. In addition, the ancient realm's phantom is shrouded in it, and the space outside the Qian Yuan Realm has also changed."

“Maintaining this state all the time is also taking a toll on your mental energy. This can’t go on.” Li Miaoxuan frowned slightly.

“I know! But I still don’t understand why they forced me to take action. Did they want to die, or were they trying to force me into their trap?” Gu Yuanqing said.

Li Miaoxuan remained silent for a long time: "If all else fails, let's give up on the Linglong Realm."

"No rush, let me think about it some more." Gu Yuanqing's gaze sharpened slightly.

(End of this chapter)