The Word of Heaven

Chapter 320: Bullying the Master and Destroying the Ancestor
The night is empty and silent.

It seemed as if it was raining again, and the dark black tiles of the temple fell on the ancient and mottled stone bricks, dripping, but there was no sign of water splashing.

The ancestors and sages of the Tiandao Sect remained silent, their gazes and the invisible rain flowed into Shi Guzhuo's eyes, as if those were not a pair of bright black eyes, but the place of Guixu.

The wind gradually picked up, blowing the candlelight in the hall into disorder.

The shadow of Xuan Shu, who was standing at the end of the Taoist temple, moved with it, and the aura he exuded became increasingly cold and ominous, yet it felt as if it was burning.

"It doesn't make sense."

The Taoist nun looked extremely solemn and shook her head, saying, "If the Grandmaster is still alive, then we can't be completely ignorant of everything. Besides...why would the Grandmaster avoid us?"

Another sage said: "The ancestors have no reason to avoid us. This is not trust and blindness, but based on logical inference."

"good."

Master Guangyuan said expressionlessly: "Today, we are still willing to serve you as the Lord of Heaven, which is enough to prove that this is a decision based on pure reason and interests. We have never been blinded by hatred."

He spoke faster and faster: "If, as you speculated, the Patriarch is still alive, then we can also talk to him like we did tonight and come up with a result that both sides are satisfied with. Why wouldn't the Patriarch like it? There is no reason for the Patriarch to dislike it."

Before Gu Zhuo could speak again, the sages of the Tiandao Sect resolutely overturned that terrible speculation in just a few words.

They are all reasonable words and reasonable judgments.

Should not be denied.

According to the records in the ancient Taoist Canon, it is an undoubted fact that the founder of the Tiandao Sect attained enlightenment and became an immortal.

If even such a great practitioner cannot take that step, what is the reason for ascending to immortality?
A realm that no one has been able to explore for tens of millions of years should have been lost or become a vague legend, rather than being circulated among tens of millions of people as it is today and recognized as the end of the path of cultivation.

For the ancestors of the Tiandao Sect who have suffered loneliness in this hall for a thousand years, this realm of immortality must exist, otherwise the end that awaits them is to become madmen.

"In addition, it is undeniable that you have an extremely remarkable talent. After all, I have never seen anyone like you in thousands of years. Practicing is easier than eating and drinking. In just a few decades, you have reached the top of the Immortal Realm, but..."

The Taoist nun raised her head, smiling with a hint of calmness, and said to Gu Zhuo: "As your senior, I can tell you sincerely and sincerely that becoming an immortal is much more difficult than you think. The step you think you can take is actually just a wonderful illusion."

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything.

Master Guangyuan narrowed his eyes, looked at him and said, "What you think is the truth is nothing more than a false excuse you are looking for because you are unwilling to accept failure."

"We were just like this in our lifetime? In terms of realm, we have indeed not gone as far as you, but we are not one person, but a group of people." Another sage said indifferently: "You think too highly of yourself after all."

The Taoist temple was silent and cold.

The auras of the Tiandao Sect's predecessors and masters who crawled out of that deep well were no longer clearly distinct, and gradually began to merge.

As the night outside the hall grew darker, their figures became more real, as if they were slowly walking out of history at this moment. Even the word "lifelike" was not enough to fully describe the scene at this moment.

The faint white light outlines the ancient contours of the Taoist robes and feathers, giving off a dreamlike feeling that is almost sacred.

Gu Zhuo stood in front of the palace gate.

Standing opposite to these twenty-odd sages of the Tiandao Sect.

It was still the same ordinary black robe, blending in with the black color, with nothing special about it.

His aura was not sacred, nor profound, just ordinary.

The ordinary nature of all things in the ordinary world.

"What's the point of this?" Gu Zhuo said the first sentence.

The Taoist nun smiled and said, "Since you don't believe it, we have to step forward and give you the sincerity you need to prove that this is a cooperation between both parties with equal status."

Her voice was so gentle, like the warm air brought by the wind on a foggy spring night, which made people relax subconsciously and develop trust in her unconsciously.

Gu Zhuo remained silent.

"If not, why would you take this step forward?"

The nun looked at him tenderly and said, "I remember very clearly that after that unpleasant conversation, you never stepped into our graves again, but tonight you crossed the threshold and even provoked us beforehand, but... provocation is really meaningless."

Yes, this ancient ancestral hall is actually a huge tomb. It is essentially no different from the old Taoist temple in the deepest part of Yunmengze, and they share the same origin.

The sages and ancestors of all generations have taken this as their home, existing in this world for hundreds and thousands of years, quietly observing the world.

"If you want to see it, then go ahead."

Master Guangyuan said with a cold expression.

As the voice fell, the candles in the Taoist temple went out silently.

The night surged into the ancient temple from behind Gu Zhuo like a tide. The sound of rain suddenly became as rapid as a string or an arrow, with its force being fierce and fierce.

The black hair that Yu Sheng had tied up with her own hands, the belt broke at this moment, and the hair was tangled forward.

Snap, snap, snap.

The black robe was constantly hit by invisible raindrops, bringing slight but real pain to the soul - this was actually a rain falling in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Gu Zhuo seemed unaware.

"You are thinking too much."

He said, "I really don't mean it like you think."

Hearing this, the Taoist nun suddenly had a bad feeling.

Gu Zhuo said softly: "I never thought of asking you to show your so-called sincerity. What I said before meant that it is really meaningless to deceive yourself like you do."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward and reached out his hand to the throat of one of the Tiandao Sect's predecessors.

The seemingly random action left the ancestor with no room to react, and his vital point was grasped in his hand.

The ancestor frowned, without any trace of fear in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing? How can you be so stupid?"

The soul is different from the physical body and does not have the vulnerabilities of an ordinary mortal body. How could it be killed like this?
This is the thought of all the ancestors present.

However, the next moment, the Taoist nun's strong premonition suddenly came true.

Under the ancestor's arrogant gaze of disapproval, Gu Zhuo's left hand directly broke the head and body into two halves, causing an indescribable tearing sound.

There was no blood splattered.

No brains spilled out of the fallen head. The headless corpse maintained its previous standing posture and did not react until the moment before the head was cut off.

Gu Zhuo continued to move forward.

He used his hand as a knife and chopped off the head of another ancestor, as if he was picking flowers.

The Taoist nun's eyes became extremely solemn.

Master Guangyuan asked in a deep voice: "What exactly are you trying to do? Will this do you any good? With your current state, how do you think you will end up as an enemy of us?!"

The thunderous roar seemed to shatter the heavy rain, causing the wind that melted into the torrent of night to suddenly stop, and the rusty smell of death spread in an instant.

At the same time, the two ancestors who were previously "killed" by Gu Zhuo climbed out of the ancient well again.

Their aura was no longer as turbulent as before, and their eyes became extremely cold, carrying an even more terrifying sense of danger.

Gu Zhuo turned a blind eye.

It was impossible to stop his steps at all. In just a few breaths, three more ancestors were torn to pieces by him.

The situation in the Taoist temple changed drastically.

The sages and ancestors all looked extremely unhappy, and they were sure that Gu Zhuo had gone mad and was no longer a person with whom they could communicate normally.

The Taoist nun's face turned pale as she stared at Gu Zhuo, who seemed to be in a leisurely garden, and chanted the mantra.

When the true words come out, the Tao will be accomplished.

Countless chains appeared in the night and flew towards Gu Zhuo's limbs as he was still moving forward, trying to wrap around him and pin him down in place.

Even Pei Jinge, a peerless expert who has reached the state of immortality, would feel troubled and thorny at this moment.

——This Taoist method that came from the Taoist nun's true words had already reached a state of perfection. It is not an exaggeration to praise it as flawless. It is extremely difficult to break this method when relying on the ancient Taoist temple as its foundation.

Not to mention that there are more than a dozen Tiandao Sect ancestors and sages standing around, none of them will stand idly by.

Among the people who have achieved enlightenment in the world today, who can threaten their lives in this Taoist temple?
Even the White Emperor himself could not do it. This is exactly what the ancestors, led by Guangyuan Zhenren and the Taoist nun, rely on the most.

……

……

Pop, pop, pop.

There were a few light sounds, followed by an endless stream of similar sounds. It seemed as if the endless chains had not yet wrapped around Gu Zhuo's body before they were all broken into pieces and ceased to exist!
At this moment, the beautiful Taoist nun had no time to be shocked or stunned.

The next moment, Gu Zhuo appeared in front of the ancestor.

Different from before, this time he seemed to be much more serious and no longer doing it casually.

He raised his hand and pointed it as a sword.

The sword tip landed on the Taoist nun's brow, and after staying there for a moment, it caused countless cracks on her body, making it look like porcelain.

A water-like light leaked out from the porcelain body, bringing new light to the dark Taoist temple, followed by a deafening sound of shattering.

boom!
The terrifying sound waves collided with the wall of the Taoist temple and then rolled back.

The faces of the Tiandao Sect's predecessors and masters turned pale, their figures began to become illusory, and the clear light that outlined their Taoist robes and feathers was extinguished in an instant, without any trace of their sacred appearance.

Gu Zhuo's expression remained calm.

"how did you do it?"

A hasty, frantic voice mixed with fear and bewilderment came from the ancient well, coming from the Taoist nun's lips: "You are now in the state of unity, how can you break my Taoism!"

Gu Zhuo ignored him and continued walking.

The remaining ancestors no longer stood by and watched, but took action as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Only Master Guangyuan continued to watch indifferently.

Various Taoist methods blossomed one after another and appeared in Gu Zhuo's eyes.

These are the Taoist methods that these ancestors were most proud of during their lifetime. There is no shortage of related Taoist collections in the library, recording the glory of the past.

No matter who you are, no matter how good you are at defeating the majority with a small force, facing such a formation you can only choose to avoid it.

Gu Zhuo didn't try to avoid it.

All the Taoist teachings disappeared before they even came close to him.

It was like the coming of the sun into the world.

The Tao is like a rainstorm, it is still rain after all, how can it be close to the scorching sun?
The ancestors died one after another, and then crawled out of the deep ancient well. Xuanshu's young back became more and more hunched, and he was no different from an old man who bent over and faced the earth all day long.

When Gu Zhuo was about to reach the end of the hall and was less than ten steps away from the ancient well, Master Guangyuan finally spoke.

"I don't understand how you managed to make this dojo obey your will."

"As long as I want."

Gu Zhuo said, thinking that he had lived in that dilapidated Taoist temple for many years.

He looked at this peerless strong man who could not be avoided in the history of cultivation, and decided to give him the greatest respect, holding the invisible Taoist sword in the biting wind.

Master Guangyuan shook his head and said, "But what you can influence is only a part of it after all."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "This is enough."

As soon as the words fell, the sword came out.

A stream of blazing white light suddenly broke through the night sky in the hall.

then.

The stream of light condensed into a line.

"I've said it before, it's not that I think too highly of myself, but that you are too ignorant and don't understand how powerful I am."

Gu Zhuo said: "Unfortunately, you are unwilling to believe it."

Master Guangyuan was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at his chest, and what he saw was a pale hole.

Behind the hole was the ancient well submerged in the blazing white sword light.

In the well, the ancestors of the Tiandao Sect roared silently, with ferocious and unwilling expressions on their faces. They perished in fear, never to be resurrected again.

The dojo...was destroyed just like that.

Zhenren Guangyuan came to his senses, looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, and wanted to say something.

But he could no longer make any sound, and died in silence.

Including those so-called sages who were unwilling to die.

The night fades away quietly, and the candlelight returns.

The chilling atmosphere brought by death is dissipating with the autumn night wind.

Xuan Shu sat on a cushion at the end of the hall.

He looked at Gu Zhuo numbly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you want me to die?"

"I don't like you living like this."

Gu Zhuo said: "That's all, Senior Brother."

When he said this, his expression was extremely serious and his tone was sincere.

After he finished speaking, there was a slight snapping sound.

It was a snap of fingers.

Xuan Shu smiled miserably and closed his eyes.

There was a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and dirty blood was slowly flowing out of it, dripping and wetting the cushion.

Gu Zhuo watched him die quietly.

As a sign of respect.

He didn't know how long it took, until the disgusting smell dissipated, and then he left.

……

……

On top of the solitary peak.

Yu Sheng stood outside the hall, feeling the wind and looking at the stars tonight.

Gu Zhuo returned to her side, feeling tired after a long time.

Yu Sheng said nothing and hugged him gently.

"fine."

Gu Zhuo smiled and said, "I am in a good mood now. Not only have I done what I wanted to do back then, but I have also confirmed an unconfirmed fact."

Yu Sheng asked: "Is that a very important fact?"

Gu Zhuo hummed.

"The people in the Patriarch's Hall are indeed a bunch of rubbish. Without being able to play tricks and schemes, they could never pose a real threat to me back then, so..."

He elaborated in an objective tone: "The master must still be alive, somewhere in this world, silently watching me."

Yu Sheng said: "Then?"

Gu Zhuo smiled and said, "Wait for me to take that step."

(End of this chapter)