Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Xuanming Daoist stared intently at Gu Changjin, the hatred in his eyes almost tangible.

The Xuanzhen Temple has a history of thousands of years, with hundreds of disciples and influence throughout Nanjiang. They even have people in the Federal Parliament.

But all of that is gone.

The two Hundred Phase Realm elders who remained behind were killed on the spot, and Xuan Cheng was shattered by a single punch.

The disciples in the sect were either killed or captured.

Those high-ranking federal officials who had once received offerings, assistance, and protection from the Xuanzhen Temple were all accused of betraying the Federation and were eradicated.

And the culprit is right in front of us.

More importantly, this is not the Blue Star Federation. There are no warships, soldiers, or technological weapons from the military, nor is there the so-called Blood Refining Army.

All that remained was the outnumbered Gu Changjin and the three young men beside him.

According to the intelligence gathered by the Nine Meridians of Taoism during this period, Gu Changjin cultivates a special path called the Blood Refinement Method.

Qi and blood are of the highest yang nature, naturally restraining the mind and appearance, while Gu Changjin's combat strength is roughly equivalent to that of the Thousand Appearance Realm.

They were indeed very strong; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to kill Xuanmu and Qinghe, two cultivators of the Hundred Phases, in a direct confrontation.

But a thousand forms are a thousand forms.

Xuanming Daoist had already entered the Three Thousand Aspects Realm, and Yuanjing Zhenren beside him was also at the Three Thousand Aspects Realm.

The remaining four were all genuine cultivators at the upper level of the Thousand Phases Realm.

Six thousand-faced beings are here, two of whom are three thousand-faced beings.

What does Gu Changjin have to live on?

Today, let Gu Changjin know what it means to be utterly helpless and unable to get help.

However, Xuanming Daoist did not make a move immediately.

He had been holding it in for too long, and there were some things he just had to say.

"Gu Changjin, I have already investigated and found out the truth."

"What happened that day was due to Xuan Cheng's selfishness, which caused him to conceal the dying wish left by Senior Brother Yun Song."

"He coveted the 'Tai Xu Cun Si Tu' and spiritual cleansing items, and turned you away."

"But that was only done by Xuancheng alone!"

Xuanming Daoist took a step forward, and the three thousand illusory images of Dao Hearts appeared and disappeared behind him.

"If you are dissatisfied, you may wait for my return."

"You can also report this to the Shangyuan Prefecture, or even come directly to confront me!"

"Why drag the entire Xuanzhen Temple into this?"

"What did Elders Qinghe and Xuanmu do wrong?"

"What wrong have the disciples done?"

"Why did you destroy my lineage and sever the millennia-old heritage of my Xuanzhen school!"

He spoke with such anguish, as if Xuanzhen Temple were the real victim.

Gu Changjin laughed when he heard this.

Xuan Cheng wanted to harm his parents, but the two elders of Xuanzhen Temple threatened the Federation with the Nizhen Society, and showed no mercy after taking action.

If he wasn't strong enough, he would be the one to die. But in Xuanming's mouth, it became a misunderstanding that could be explained slowly.

Xuanming Daoist, however, did not feel that anything was wrong.

In his view, Xuan Cheng was wrong, so he should be killed.

With so many people in Xuanzhen Temple, we can't let them all perish because of the selfishness of one steward.

Moreover, before his death, Senior Brother Yun Song exhausted his spiritual essence and left behind that prophecy.

The young man returned to the mountains, and Xuanzhen flourished.

Whenever Xuanming Daoist thought about it, he felt it was absurd.

He looked at Gu Changjin, his voice even carrying a hint of resentment towards Yun Song.

"Do you know that Senior Brother Yun Song used up his last bit of life force for you?"

"He left behind the 'Tai Xu Cun Si Tu' (Illustrated Guide to the Great Void), spiritual objects for cleansing the mind, and asked me to take on disciples on behalf of my master."

"They even left behind that so-called 'Great Prosperity of Mystery'!"

"And what happened? You led men to destroy the Xuanzhen Temple!"

"This is the Daxing he saw? Hahaha, the so-called Daxing?"

The more Xuanming Daoist spoke, the angrier he became.

"Brother Yun Song has made countless deductions throughout his life and has never made a mistake."

"This time, however, I was terribly wrong! Absolutely terribly wrong, and it has even severed my Xuanzhen's thousand-year-old heritage!"

Gu Changjin looked at him calmly.

"Why so many whys? It's just the law of the jungle."

"You want to kill me? Then I'll kill you first."

"As for whether the other people at Xuanzhen Temple are innocent..."

Gu Changjin chuckled, his tone completely indifferent.

"I don't care."

Upon hearing this, Xuanming Daoist's face turned ashen.

Gu Changjin continued, "However, there's one thing you're wrong about."

"Master Yun Song's prediction may not be false."

"The young man returned to the mountains, and the mystical arts flourished."

"I have indeed returned to the mountain, and the Xuanzhen lineage will indeed flourish under my leadership."

He glanced at Xuanming Daoist and the several Daoist cultivators behind him.

"But this great prosperity has nothing to do with people like you."

"Once I receive the Xuanzhen inheritance, I will re-establish the Daoist lineage."

"Wouldn't the Xuanzhen Temple then flourish?"

"you!"

Xuanming Daoist's eyes instantly turned red.

"What a brilliant move to re-establish the orthodox tradition!"

"They slaughtered my entire family and then tried to steal my Xuanzhen name!"

"Today, I will show you what the difference between those who transcend the thousand forms truly means!"

The words fell.

The three thousand Daoist Hearts behind Xuanming Daoist opened their eyes at the same time.

A black coffin rose into the air, with the Hundred-Eyed Taoist sitting cross-legged on top of it, and a giant snake with children's faces wrapped around it.

The three thousand-faced beings drew closer to each other.

The black coffin transformed into bones, the giant snake into flesh and blood, and the Hundred-Eyed Taoist merged into the skull.

In the blink of an eye, a strange Dharma image, hundreds of feet tall and draped in a black Taoist robe, appeared atop the pure white tower.

Three thousand in one!

That Taoist priest had no face.

Its face has only one huge, blood-red eye that is vertically open.

Wherever his gaze fell, the clouds began to darken, and countless tiny eyeballs grew out of the void, densely packed and staring at Gu Changjin.

At the same time, Master Yuanjing also moved forward.

Three thousand-faced Dharma bodies appeared behind him.

A city of the dead, a black crescent moon, and a headless female corpse slowly crawling out of the moonlight.

The other four cultivators at the Thousand Phases Realm did not hesitate and each locked onto Zhou Jingming and the other two.

The mental realms of the six individuals unfolded simultaneously.

The entire top of the tower seemed to be dragged into another layer of reality.

Zhou Jingming suddenly stepped forward, blocking Gu Changjin's path, the wooden sword in his hand humming.

Behind him, thousands of mental images converged, vaguely transforming into an old Taoist priest holding a long sword.

"Trying to mess with Brother Gu right in front of us?"

Zhou Jingming grinned and said in a somewhat sly way.

"Aren't you guys taking us way too lightly?"

Chen Mo adjusted his glasses, without saying much.

The mechanical city suddenly unfolded behind them.

City walls, arrow towers, and mechanical beasts appear in layers.

Su Xingmian's long, silvery-white hair fluttered without wind, and the reality beneath her feet rippled like water. A bright moon from her dream rose behind her.

Gu Changjin looked at the three people blocking his way, his eyes flickering slightly.

Although Zhou Jingming is a bit straightforward at times, he's definitely making his way in the world.

"Zhou Jingming".

Xuanming Daoist coldly stared at the aged phantom behind him and finally recognized that familiar aura.

"So you are the child left behind by Abbot Zhou."

"He bears the legacy of my Xuanzhen lineage, yet he aids the enemy who destroyed my Xuanzhen lineage."

"You deserve to die too!"

Four cultivators at the Thousand Phases Realm made their move instantly.

The strange beasts, flying swords, ghostly shadows, and black torrents formed from the mind's image swept towards Zhou Jingming and his companions simultaneously.

Zhou Jingming shouted and drew his sword to meet the attack.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The two sides' hearts collided violently.

The entire sea of ​​clouds was torn open with several huge cracks.

Meanwhile, Xuanming and Yuanjing, both cultivators at the Three Thousand Phase Realm, surrounded Gu Changjin from the left and right.

"Gu Changjin".

A sinister look appeared on Xuanming Daoist's face.

"The difference between the three thousand forms and the thousand forms is like the difference between heaven and earth."

"Your meager ability to control your emotions is nothing but a joke in front of me!"

Gu Changjin looked to the left, then to the right, and suddenly smiled.

"A group of people who have cultivated to the level of a thousand or three thousand forms, yet are still trapped in a mortal body."

"Who gave you the confidence to dare block my path and kill me?"

He took a step forward.

boom!

My heart was pounding inside me, like the thunder of a heavenly drum.

The qi and blood in Gu Changjin's body, which had been restrained to the extreme, were completely unrestrained at this moment.

The first burst of blood energy was like a beginning.

Hundreds of streams of blood energy! Thousands! ...Up to ten thousand streams of blood energy!!

The crimson blood and qi erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years.

The entire pure white tower trembled violently, and the sea of ​​clouds was instantly stained blood red.

The ferocity on Xuanming Daoist's face froze, and Yuanjing Zhenren's pupils shrank sharply.

The mental realm formed by their three thousand unions, upon contact with the Qi and blood, was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, beginning to melt away on a large scale.

Not only them, but Zhou Jingming, Su Xingmian, Chen Mo, and the four Thousand Phase cultivators also felt their minds go blank at the same time.

All outward manifestations of the mind cease.

Then, it shattered with a bang, the thousand forms disappeared, and the three thousand forms fell silent, regardless of friend or foe.

Under the terrifying, extremely powerful and masculine energy, everyone was transformed back into ordinary people who could no longer control their mental states.

"How is that possible..."

Xuanming Daoist staggered backward.

"This isn't the Thousand Phases Realm! No... what... what... what the hell is this thing?"

The towering aura of blood had enveloped the entire top of the tower, and Gu Changjin's figure was completely swallowed up by the rolling blood mist.

Click!

Click!

From the depths of the blood mist, a dull thud could be heard as bones stretched.

A massive black shadow slowly rose to its feet, first with a pair of feet covered in dark red scales, then with legs coiled like a dragon.

Gu Changjin's body grew taller and taller, and his originally normal size transformed into a small giant nearly thirty feet tall in the blink of an eye.

His upper body clothing was torn by his muscles, and black snake patterns belonging to the Upper Cuban snake shimmered and swirled on his skin.

He simply stood there, and the surrounding space was constantly distorted by the vigorous blood and energy.

Higher up, an endless phantom of a serpent emerged from the crimson sea of ​​clouds.

The snake's head was as tall as a mountain, and its eyes were as bright as the sun. Just by lowering its gaze, the entire tower groaned under its unbearable weight.

As the blood mist slowly dissipated, Gu Changjin peeked out from within, looking down at the pale-faced Xuanming Daoist and Yuanjing Zhenren, a small smile spreading across his lips.

Power surged through my body, and my muscles seemed to take over my mind again.

Reason with me? Why?

These are just too much trouble.

It's simpler to use your fists.

Gu Changjin slowly raised his right fist, and the ten-thousand-foot-long Bashe (a mythical snake) behind him raised its head at the same time.

"Since you're so eager to know why? You want to reason with me?"

"Then I'll use my fists to show you what's what."