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

The void rift in the main hall of the Western Wilderness Dao Alliance had already closed.

That welcoming pavilion above the sea of ​​clouds seemed to have never existed.

Gu Changjin sat back down at the head of the main hall, placing his hands on the back of the chair.

As for whether the person just now was the legendary Demon Ancestor.

How much of what he said was true or false?

Is it important?

It's not that important.

From the very beginning, Gu Changjin had no intention of opening his heart to this old thing who had lived for countless millennia.

We're just using each other.

You want to drag me into this.

I also want to see what exactly you guys are up to with Bush.

Let's also take another look at how many old tricks are hidden in this world.

As for a real fight... if you can't win, then don't fight.

I'll let you live for a few years first. When I return, I'll be a level above you, and I'll come back and slap you to death.

As for crossing the border and launching a counterattack?

That's something only people with no other choice would do.

If you can crush your opponent with your cultivation level, why fight to the death with them?

"It's always better to play it safe."

With a thought, a simple and ancient Taoist scripture slowly unfolded deep within Gu Changjin's sea of ​​consciousness.

It is not a physical entity, but rather countless ancient scriptures unfolding spontaneously in consciousness, eventually converging into the illusory image of the "Taoist Scripture".

Incense offerings lead to divine paths, dreams lead to countless paths, and alchemy cultivates the way of heaven and earth... The methods recorded within are truly too diverse.

Gu Changjin's cultivation level was not high enough in the past, so he couldn't turn to the next page for many things. What he could look at could only be used as a way to understand by analogy.

Looking at it again now, the feeling is completely different.

Soon, he found a record that was extremely similar to the method given by the Demon Ancestor.

"The Path of Clan Transformation..."

The more Gu Changjin looked, the more obvious the smile on his lips became.

It turned out to be the case.

The method given to him by the Demon Ancestor was indeed genuine.

And it couldn't be more real.

Normally, those old guys who occupy the position of the origin of heaven and earth first separate a certain kind of world origin from the operation of heaven and earth, and then fill the gap with their own Great Dao.

The source of fire is gone.

Then I will become the new "fire".

From then on, what they controlled was no longer just the rules of the fire path.

Instead, it stood directly in the original position of the source of fire.

His strength naturally far exceeds the limits of ordinary True Immortals.

The method given to him by the Demon Ancestor took a different path.

Instead of taking the place of the origin of heaven and earth, they take the place of the clan.

For example, the demon race gradually made themselves a symbol of the concept of "demon" in the world.

The fortune of all demons is gathered in one body; the existence of all demons inherently grants one a status.

By achieving the ultimate level, one can receive blessings similar to those from the very origin of heaven and earth.

At first glance, this does indeed seem like a direct path to heaven, even more convenient than seizing a source of heaven and earth.

But Gu Changjin flipped through a few more pages, and the smile on his face suddenly turned playful.

"I knew it. None of the benefits these old geezers offer are clean."

The reason is simple: it's easy to take a spot, but difficult to step down.

Once something truly becomes the origin of heaven and earth, or a symbol of heaven and earth for a certain group, it will form an extremely deep bond with this world.

You've become strong, but you want to leave?

Ha, let's clear out the seats first.

Unless another person capable of fulfilling this position is found.

Otherwise, don't even mention the gate to immortality opening on your face.

The world itself won't let you out easily.

This is why those old guys who occupy the original positions, even though they are already stronger than normal True Immortals, still need to make arrangements in advance.

They need a successor too.

The problem is that finding a successor is difficult.

The location of the source of fire.

You can't just grab a True Immortal who's at the limit of waterway repair and force them to fight you.

One must cultivate enough spiritual power, align with the Great Dao, and be willing.

How many can you find if you use three condition cards?

But the Spirit Race is different; they are born and nurtured by heaven and earth.

It is inherently very close to heaven and earth.

Especially those beings like the Immortal Outside the Body, which are entirely formed from the rules of the real world.

To outsiders, he was the perfect successor.

It's not even necessary to reach the limit of a true immortal.

Even an ordinary True Immortal is qualified to bear a portion of the Heavenly Status.

No wonder.

Gu Changjin recalled the strange look that flashed in the eyes of the Demon Ancestor when he heard the words "Spirit Race".

It wasn't an act; that old man was genuinely craving it.

They're probably after his "naturally born and nurtured" immortal body.

First, form an alliance, then offer the method, and casually tell him how to continue improving.

As long as Gu Changjin really follows that path.

Later on, the Demon Ancestor will probably have to slowly figure out a way to take over his position.

Then, once the gate to immortality opened, the old man dusted himself off and happily ascended to heaven once more.

He was left to work in this world for others.

"That's wishful thinking."

Gu Changjin chuckled.

The ancient Taoist scripture's illusory image slowly closed.

Unfortunately, the other party was betting that he didn't understand.

But he happened to have the Daoist scriptures.

More importantly, once others reach the limit of True Immortal, taking another step forward is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

He's different; his Dao Fruit is evolving on its own.

I can continue to open the heavens.

Wouldn't it be better to just honestly repair it for another hundred or two hundred years?

Why do I have to cover for someone else?

……

The events in the Western Wilderness soon came to an end.

Gu Changjin went to see the Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape first.

The monkey had been hiding deep in the Western Wilderness for years. When it saw Gu Changjin, it was stunned for a long time before it grinned.

"Big brother!"

Gu Changjin didn't waste any more words, and the Ten Thousand Demons Sect appeared behind him.

"Come back."

Without asking any questions, the Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape, carrying its staff, stepped into the gate.

It was originally a true spirit that Gu Changjin brought back from another world.

I've been in this western wilderness for so many years.

Now it's back in its rightful place.

A few days later, Bai Xuanyou also returned.

With the death of the Daoist of Ten Thousand Bones, those cultivators who had completely sided with the demon race were either killed or fled, the Western Wilderness Dao Alliance was restored to stability, and the entire Western Wilderness cultivation world ushered in a new turning point.

Bai Xuanyou stood in front of the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, took one last look back at the Western Wilderness he had cultivated for many years, and then bowed.

"My lord, my task is complete."

Gu Changjin nodded.

Bai Xuanyou said no more, his body gradually turned into a white light, and his true spirit returned to the Ten Thousand Demons Gate.

Thus, the two chess pieces left in the Western Wilderness back then have been completely retrieved.

Gu Changjin did not leave immediately; instead, he traveled alone to the Western Wilderness.

I didn't have any particular purpose; I was just browsing casually.

Many places are still there, with little change, only the people have come and gone.

The Crimson Cloud Sect is gone. Li Chenyuan, who fought against him back then, later actually stepped into the Nascent Soul stage.

Unfortunately, when the demon race infiltrated the Western Wilderness, he refused to bow down and ultimately fought a deadly battle with a demon lord.

The two perished together in the back mountain of the Crimson Cloud Sect.

After that battle, the Crimson Cloud Sect was also destroyed.

Gu Changjin stood in front of the mountain gate, which was now overgrown with weeds, for a while.

Suddenly, I felt a bit sentimental.

It's surprising that the old hand who progressed alongside me could be so tough back then.

As for the Xuan Yang Sect, Zhou Xuan Yue is no longer there.

As the Western Wilderness grew increasingly chaotic, after he reached the Nascent Soul stage, he planned to seek support from the upper sects in the Great Luo Heaven Domain of the Central State. Subsequently, he ventured into the Wilderness alone.

He never came back.

Is it dead, or trapped somewhere?

no one knows.

As for that Supreme Lord, whom Gu Changjin always remembered as always wearing a red robe.

He didn't die at anyone's hands.

Instead, he died peacefully when his lifespan ended.

It's very ordinary, and not many people even remember it anymore.

Gu Changjin finally landed on an old peak.

The mountain breeze slipped through my sleeves.

The disciples below have been replaced by a completely unfamiliar group.

Some people were practicing swordsmanship, some were meditating cross-legged, and a few teenagers were arguing heatedly over a few spirit stones.

It seems no different from many years ago, yet it also seems completely different.

Gu Changjin watched for a while, then suddenly smiled.

Cultivating immortality, in the end, is probably like this.

Your level of understanding is getting higher and higher.

They've gone further and further away.

When I looked back...

People I used to know disappeared one by one.

In the end, the place remained, but few of the familiar faces were still there.

Gu Changjin didn't wallow in melancholy for too long.

He simply turned around.

The figure in white gradually disappeared on the mountaintop.

"I'm gone."

"It's time to turn the page on the Western Wilderness."