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

Outside the crevice of the ancient ruins of the Falling Cloud Mountains.

The overwhelming pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, which had been pressing down across the vast expanse of land, finally receded slowly.

Bai Wujiu and the other Nascent Soul cultivators immediately felt a weight lift from their shoulders.

The feeling just now was really unbearable, as if my whole body was pressed to the ground by a small world, and even my nascent soul dared not breathe.

Now that Gu Changjin has withdrawn his aura, they finally regain a sense of reality that they are alive.

But no one dared to relax, because Gu Daojun was still standing there.

Even more frightening is that this Nascent Soul Dao Lord, who just killed Pei Xuandu from thousands of miles away, actually took two steps toward the crack in the secret realm.

Then, a smile appeared on his face.

That smile was gentle, kind, and even a bit like a spring breeze.

Bai Wujiu's heart skipped a beat.

I understand. It seems the two younger members of the Gu family are about to come out.

Moreover, judging from Gu Daojun's demeanor, those two juniors most likely obtained a great opportunity in the secret realm.

Otherwise, why would a Nascent Soul Dao Lord be smiling so... so earnestly?

All the Nascent Soul cultivators were shrewd individuals, and they immediately put aside all their extraneous thoughts, their faces displaying respectful yet enthusiastic smiles.

The rogue cultivator Zhao Xuan was the quickest to think. He had already presented the ancient treasure, which was considered as showing his face in front of Daojun Gu.

But showing up once isn't enough! I need to leave an impression!

I have to latch onto this powerful figure, and besides, I might as well join the Xuan Yang Sect. Alright!

The appearance of the two younger members of the Gu family at this moment was a godsend.

He instantly crafted a whole set of excuses in his mind.

As soon as the two younger ones came out, he was the first to go up and congratulate them. Then he denounced Pei Xuandu for being heartless and crazy, saying that he had been deceived by him and that's why he came here to watch.

Then, he took out his most precious magic weapon and gave it to the two juniors to calm their nerves.

Wouldn't that establish a relationship?

Even if he couldn't get close to Gu Daojun himself, getting close to a junior member of the Gu family would be enough for a rogue cultivator like him to benefit immensely.

The more Zhao Xuan thought about it, the more clever he felt.

He had even bent down slightly, ready to shout out his congratulations before Bai Wujiu could as soon as the crack opened.

Just now.

The crack in the ancient ruins of the meteorite suddenly trembled.

The starlight surged.

A blinding light burst forth from the depths of the crack.

Zhao Xuan's eyes lit up.

coming!

He opened his mouth and shouted.

"Respectfully..."

The second word hasn't come out yet.

The starlight suddenly exploded.

A terrifying star talisman containing the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It was like a galaxy condensed to its extreme, carrying countless swirling stardust and meteor fragments, bursting forth from the crack without warning.

Then, it was smeared solidly on the face of Gu Changjin, who was standing at the very front of the crack with a kind smile on his face.

boom--!

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the Luoxia Mountains suddenly trembled, and blinding starlight instantly engulfed the sky, with countless fragments of stars exploding like a storm.

The violent aftershocks of spiritual energy swept in all directions, sending all the unsuspecting Nascent Soul cultivators flying.

Zhao Xuan rolled through the air like a tattered sack more than a dozen times before crashing into a mountain and smashing it to pieces, his head buzzing.

Bai Wujiu was also knocked back a hundred feet, his sleeves torn, and his face deathly pale.

The entire audience was stunned.

No? What's going on?

Bai Wujiu stared intently at the exploding starry river, his voice changing.

"A strike that transforms into a Nascent Soul!"

"This is an attack at the Nascent Soul level!"

The lips of a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Luo Bai Sect standing nearby trembled.

"Could it be that the Meteor Dao Lord is not dead?"

"When he woke up, he saw us blocking the entrance to their cave, and a newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator standing at the very front, so he just gave him a beating?"

This speculation is outrageous, but at this moment, it seems quite reasonable.

Surely it couldn't be those two Foundation Establishment juniors from the Gu family taking a dump on their own Nascent Soul ancestor's neck, could it?

That's even more outrageous.

Bai Wujiu's mind was in complete chaos.

If the Meteorite Daoist from three thousand years ago hadn't died, what would his cultivation level be now?

Mid-stage Nascent Soul? Late-stage Nascent Soul? Or even higher?

Could this first newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator in the Western Wilderness in a thousand years be destroyed by an ancient Nascent Soul cultivator's Star Talisman as soon as he arrives in the Western Regions?

The sky over that western wilderness is truly about to collapse.

The starlight lingered for a long time, and stardust fell like rain.

The Nascent Soul cultivators held their breath, staring intently at the center of the explosion.

Finally, the light gradually faded.

In front of the crack.

Gu Changjin remained standing with his hands behind his back, showing no signs of injury.

The attack left by the Meteor Dao Lord, a Nascent Soul cultivator, did not tear his black robe, nor did it break through his Nascent Soul-level body, which had been tempered by the bloodline of the Bashe.

They couldn't even force out his protective aura.

However, his once neatly combed white hair was now slightly disheveled from the frizz.

A few strands of hair fell across her forehead.

The kind smile on his face was gone.

Instead, there is a chilling indifference.

Gu Changjin looked at the empty crack in the secret realm.

He sensed it clearly: the two brats crushed the migration talisman the instant they threw it out.

Ran……

He used the Divine Transformation Talisman to blast his own ancestor.

And then they ran away?!

Gu Changjin's chest rose and fell slightly.

Don't get angry.

I'm not angry at all.

The ancestor was so kind, coming personally to pick people up, only to be hit in the face with a Divine Transformation Talisman by one of his own juniors.

That's normal; after all, I've seen plenty of younger people burst into laughter.

Those Nascent Soul cultivators outside the Meteorite Ruins didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Zhao Xuan crawled out of the pile of rubble and saw Gu Changjin's expressionless face. He almost fell back down.

Gu Changjin spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it carried throughout the entire Luoxia Mountain Range.

"Okay, okay."

"Very good, very good."

The next instant, a black hole of nothingness appeared in front of him.

Gu Changjin stepped inside and his figure disappeared.

Only a dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators remained standing there, bewildered and shivering in the wind.

Bai Wujiu bent over.

He has finally realized one thing.

Gu Daojun was indeed not the type to kill indiscriminately.

But the premise is, don't slap his face.

……

Ten thousand miles away.

A remote canyon in the western wilderness.

Space suddenly distorted.

Gu Qingxiao and Gu Xiaolou were thrown out by a burst of starlight, rolling several times on the ground before finally managing to stand up in a disheveled state.

The two stood up almost simultaneously, back to back, drew their swords, and warily scanned their surroundings.

The canyon is desolate and lacks spiritual energy; there isn't even a decent demon beast, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Gu Xiaolou was stunned for a moment, then finally let out a long breath.

"They've escaped!"

She plopped down on the ground, her eyes filled with the excitement of surviving a close call.

"Brother, we really escaped!"

"Meteor Daoist's Heavenly Migration Talisman is incredibly useful! It covers 100,000 li!"

Gu Qingxiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but smile.

"Ten thousand miles away."

"Even if Pei Xuan is in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, it's impossible for him to catch up immediately."

Gu Xiaolou's eyes sparkled.

"It's not just that we can't catch up!"

"If he were behind that group of people outside, he'd probably get caught in the aftershocks of the Star Talisman, right?"

"Bro, are we going to become famous throughout the Western Wilderness this time?"

"Two Foundation Establishment cultivators emerged from the Mystic Transformation Realm, unleashed a Nascent Soul Transformation ultimate attack right in their faces, and then fled ten thousand miles away."

"Just thinking about it is exciting! Hahahaha!!!"

As she spoke, she put her hands on her hips and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Gu Qingxiao also breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, I've been hunted down so badly.

It's truly exhilarating to finally turn things around.

After laughing for a while, Gu Xiaolou suddenly frowned.

"But brother, did you see that old man in black standing at the very front?"

Gu Qingxiao nodded.

"I saw it."

"They blocked the entrance to the crack as soon as they came out."

"They rushed forward impatiently."

Gu Xiaolou looked puzzled.

"That old man is so strange."

"There's not a trace of spiritual energy emanating from him; he looks like an ordinary person."

"The most outrageous thing is that when he saw us, he actually smiled so kindly."

"It's weird, like...like...like a pervert."

Gu Qingxiao sneered, then offered his reasonable speculation.

"When the secret realm's inheritance is revealed, the area outside will inevitably be crowded with cultivators."

"That old man is most likely a rogue cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, or a senior figure from a minor sect."

"They deliberately used secret techniques to conceal their aura and pretended to be harmless, hoping to seize the inheritance as soon as we let our guard down."

Gu Xiaolou suddenly realized.

"No wonder he was standing at the very front."

Gu Qingxiao's eyes turned slightly cold.

"This is what they call 'the nail that sticks out gets hammered down'."

"He rushed in the fastest, so naturally he died the fastest."

"Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would be severely injured if they survived a blow left by the Meteorite Daoist."

"Those who are greedy and insatiable deserve to die."

Gu Xiaolou nodded in deep agreement.

"Serves you right."

"Who told him to laugh so scary?"

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, both thinking that this was an extremely clever move.

Just now.

A faint voice suddenly came from the void behind them.

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down?"

"You all, why don't you tell us?"

"Whose nail was he kicked?"

The smiles on Gu Qingxiao and Gu Xiaolou's faces froze instantly.

The two turned their heads slowly, and saw that three steps behind them, the void was slowly cracking open.

A black vortex of nothingness spun silently.

The old man in black robes, whom they had just described as "greedy," "laughing like a pervert," and "deserving to die," stood with his hands behind his back before the vortex.

A few strands of white hair hung down his forehead, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

But there were no wounds on his body, not even a tear in the hem of his clothes.

Gu Xiaolou was stunned, and Gu Qingxiao's hand holding the sword trembled.

pat.

The spirit sword fell to the ground.

broken.

They bombed the wrong person.

and……

It seems they weren't killed by the explosion.