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

"We beseech our ancestor to purge the clan and restore order to its origins!"

The voices of the young people echoed throughout the ancestral homeland of the Gu family.

After a brief silence, more and more people from the tribe knelt down.

"Please, Ancestor, purge the entire clan!"

"We would rather die standing than live on our knees!"

The sounds were initially somewhat chaotic.

But gradually, they converged into a torrent.

Gu Changjin stood in the void, looking at the young faces below, his expression not changing much.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at the Gu family elders opposite him.

The early-stage Saint King Grand Ancestor was still standing there, and the three Saint Realm Ancestors behind him did not retreat either.

Gu Changjin smiled, and then, quite politely, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"In that case, the clansmen have made their choice."

"Then... I ask you all to die."

The words fell.

Gu Changjin himself was stunned for a moment.

This sentence... why does it sound so familiar?

Back when he first transmigrated here...

A group of filial sons and grandsons knelt outside the mountain gate.

He talks about it all the time.

Ancestor, for the sake of the family, please die.

In the blink of an eye...

Now it's his turn to ask others to die.

A strange feeling inexplicably arose in Gu Changjin's heart.

What goes around comes around.

But... this feeling is actually quite nice.

On the other side, the great ancestor of the Gu family was taken aback, and then he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"good!"

"What a convenient invitation for us to die!"

The three Saint Realm elders behind him also turned completely cold.

Since we've already come this far...

Then there's no need to pretend to be kinsmen.

The Great Ancestor stared at Gu Changjin, a hint of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes.

"Changjin, have you gone mad from being secluded?"

"Indeed, your cultivation level is now a small realm higher than mine."

"But don't forget! Your entire life has consisted of nothing but seclusion!"

"How many cultivators of the same realm have you killed? How many true holy wars have you experienced?"

"So what if he's a mid-stage Saint King?"

As he finished speaking, his voice grew louder and louder.

"Realm level is not the same as combat strength!"

Gu Changjin listened thoughtfully.

That makes so much sense; I almost believed it myself.

But the Great Ancestor did not stop; he suddenly raised his hand.

"Here comes the knife!"

boom!

Deep within the ancestral land of the Gu family of Beixuan, a black sacred mountain, sealed for countless years, suddenly exploded.

A dazzling blade of light shot into the sky!

Clang! The sound of the blade echoed through the heavens.

An ancient longsword, entirely black with the Northern Star pattern engraved on its back, pierced through the void and instantly fell into the hands of the Great Ancestor.

As the divine power spread, the array patterns on several nearby divine peaks lit up simultaneously.

Many members of the Gu family below suddenly changed their expressions.

"The Northern Profound Sacred Blade! The Clan's Guardian Weapon!"

"They've even brought out their clan's sacred weapon!"

Gu Changjin's eyes lit up.

This is great stuff!

He had thought that the Gu family, a middle-class family, was already dirt poor, but he never expected that even a broken boat could still have three pounds of nails.

This knife looks pretty good.

Or... should I keep it for myself first?

Once my cultivation level is higher, I'll go and reason with some great emperor family.

I've heard that those imperial families all had imperial weapons left behind by their ancestors.

It wouldn't be too much to ask to...cough...borrow one of these items, right?

Little did the Great Ancestor know that Gu Changjin was already thinking about changing his equipment.

After acquiring the Northern Profound Sacred Blade, his entire aura suddenly changed, and his sword intent pierced through the sky.

Behind him, the three Saint Realm Ancestors simultaneously activated their divine power, and the three Saint Realm Laws surged into the void like a long river, ultimately blessing the Great Ancestor.

boom!

The auras of the four Saint Realm beings merged into one, actually managing to suppress Gu Changjin's overwhelming power over the ancestral land by a significant portion.

The older clansmen below, who had already sided with Gu Changjin, suddenly brightened up.

"In the end, the Great Ancestor's foundation was still deeper!"

"Although Ancestor Changjin is of a high cultivation level, I have never heard of him being skilled in combat."

"Indeed, what use is having a high cultivation level if you've cultivated for thousands of years without ever fighting with anyone?"

The younger generation immediately retorted angrily.

"A mid-stage Saint King is just a mid-stage Saint King!"

"Can living a few thousand more years really erase the difference in spiritual realm?"

"No matter how powerful the clan's sacred weapon is, can it really allow an early-stage Saint King to cross realms?"

The two sides continued to argue.

But most people were staring intently at the sky.

They all knew that the future of the Gu family was truly in their hands.

It's not about who's tougher on the outside, it's about who survives this battle.

The Great Ancestor suddenly raised his sword.

"Northern Profound Heaven Slayer!"

boom!

The moment the blade struck, the sky seemed to be cleaved in two, and a vast blade of light pierced through thousands of miles.

Countless Northern Star patterns appeared around the blade light, eventually condensing into an inverted sea of ​​stars, pressing down on Gu Changjin along with the blade.

This is not the kind of sword-wielding and magic weapon-based combat found in the cultivation world.

When a cultivator in this realm of sainthood makes a move, their magic and body merge, and their spirit and the Dao become one.

The casting of a sacred technique is the most direct manifestation of the Great Dao one cultivates.

Gu Changjin glanced at it, but didn't rush to end it.

This is my first real encounter with the Saint King of this world, so I have to test my skills.

He raised his right hand and slowly clenched his five fingers.

The operation of the "Burial of Heaven and Devouring of the Dao Scripture" is underway.

An extremely dark, devouring vortex appeared in his palm.

"Devouring Heaven Seal"

This is the first sacred technique derived from the "Burial of Heaven and Devouring of the Dao Scripture".

It has only one function: to devour.

boom!

The blade's edge collided head-on with the palm print.

A black ripple instantly exploded above the entire Beixuan Gu family compound.

Many of the younger disciples were so shocked that they had to retreat repeatedly.

Even Gu Changjin was surprised to see his sleeves fluttering in the wind from the vast blade light.

The patriarch's eyes lit up instantly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Did you see that!"

"This is holy war!"

"You can't make up for it by secluded yourself for hundreds of years!"

He took a step forward, channeling all his divine power into the Northern Profound Sacred Blade, and slashed down once more.

This time, the flashing blades were even more terrifying than before.

Gu Changjin smiled.

"Excellent, I like this sword even more now."

The smile on the Great Ancestor's face froze.

What does that mean?

The next moment, Gu Changjin took a step forward.

His cultivation level, now at the mid-stage of Saint King, was no longer restrained.

boom!

If the Great Ancestor we just heard was a long river of sacred path that swept across heaven and earth.

At this moment, Gu Changjin was like a vast black ocean pressing down!

The difference in their levels of understanding has finally become truly apparent.

The patriarch's expression changed drastically.

"impossible!"

Gu Changjin raised his hand and slapped down.

"Burial Road Seal."

The world suddenly darkened, the sword light shattered, and the Northern Profound Star Sea collapsed.

Even the holy sword in the Great Ancestor's hand emitted a piercing, mournful cry.

Click!

His arms exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and he was slammed down from the sky by a single palm strike.

boom!

The sacred mountain collapsed, causing a massive earthquake.

Gu Changjin gave him no chance to get back on his feet.

With one step, I was already at the bottom of the pit.

"Experience in holy wars? I certainly don't have much."

He looked down at his ancestor, whose face was filled with terror.

"But who told you that once you reach a higher level, you still have to slowly fight me?"

A palm fell.

boom!

The body of the Saint King exploded with a deafening roar, and his brilliant holy blood splattered across the sky.

"No!"

The three Saint Realm elders beside him were completely panicked.

Some turned and ran, some unleashed their holy arts, and others roared, wanting to fight Gu Changjin to the death.

Gu Changjin only glanced back.

"I have already said, please go to your deaths."

boom!

The black Devouring Dao suddenly unfolded, and the three Saint Realm cultivators, who had only flown a few miles, were simultaneously frozen in mid-air.

His flesh and blood, the divine power and origin he had cultivated through arduous practice, and even the traces of the holy path he had cultivated for many years within his body all began to collapse.

"Chang Jin! We are both patriarchs of the Gu family!"

"You can't..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The three holy bodies simultaneously transformed into a sky full of blood-red light, which was then swallowed up by the darkness.

The entire Gu family compound in Beixuan fell silent.

Gu Changjin stood in the sky.

The blood of the Holy King stained his black robes.

Her long hair was tinged with dark red by the holy blood and the aftershocks of the Great Dao, and it fluttered in the wind.

The "Burial of Heaven and Devouring of the Dao Scripture" operates wildly.

The life essence and origin of the four Saint Realm experts continuously flowed into their bodies.

Their lifespan, which was originally only about a hundred years, began to rapidly increase.

His aura deepened at that moment.

After a long time, the last drop of holy blood disappeared.

Gu Changjin raised his hand.

The Northern Profound Sacred Blade, now without its master, trembled slightly.

Then it pierced the sky.

Clang!

It hovered steadily in front of him.