Chapter 767: 759: Dark Divine Sect
Chapter 767: Chapter 759: Dark Divine Sect
When Gu An’s avatar traveled to the Underworld with Hongya Zi, Gu An’s true form maintained his usual life rhythm, occasionally glancing at the deep crimson mist beyond the Heavenly Dao.
The sweeping speed of the deep crimson mist was fast, yet slow compared to the vastness of the Great Dao, and it wouldn’t touch the boundary of the Celestial Dao Destiny in a short time.
It was worth noting that the Celestial Court hadn’t taken any action against the deep crimson mist. Gu An saw numerous Immortal Gods fly into the Palace of the Polestar, then scatter away together as if nothing had happened.
Could it be that the deep crimson mist involved some Great Cause and Effect that made the Celestial Court cautious?
Gu An couldn’t help but think of Taihao.
It was unknown when the ethereal Celestial Emperor would emerge from seclusion; perhaps the Immortal Gods were awaiting the Celestial Emperor.
As one Great Thousand World was completely conquered by another, the struggle for the Son of Heaven became intensely fierce. Both camps were utterly ruthless, casting these Three Thousand Great Worlds into an era of dark turmoil.
The greater the survival pressure, the more it would stimulate the birth of exceptionally talented beings.
Twenty-seven thousand years had passed since Jiang Rulai’s teaching concluded.
On this day, just past noon, Gu An rested in the courtyard, his body lying on a rocking chair, gently swaying.
“I am the True Monarch Qitian, today I shall rescue the Demon Emperor. I dare anyone to try and stop me!”
A domineering roar resounded throughout the world, startling Shen Zhen, who opened her eyes before the Artifact Refining Cauldron.
Not just her, all the disciples in the dojo heard, which piqued their curiosity.
“Qitian? True Lord? Did you read your Journey to the West again?”
Shen Zhen turned her head to Gu An, asking teasingly.
Gu An didn’t open his eyes, his face covered by a round fan, softly saying, “Who knows, to yell while rescuing someone—either arrogant or foolish.”
Shen Zhen laughed, “Whether successful or not, at least all living beings will remember his name, and know of his act to rescue the Demon Emperor.”
Beneath the round fan, the corner of Gu An’s mouth lifted slightly, but he didn’t reply.
Cultivators across the world indeed were discussing the name of True Monarch Qitian; this guy truly intended to rescue the Demon Emperor. Confident in his broad divine skills, he believed it would be successful. Yet, before he even saw the Demon Emperor, he was jointly suppressed by the Nine Sect cultivators.
Though the Nine Major Sects had begun to slaughter each other, they never ignored the Demon Emperor, dispatching Great Cultivators to guard him without concern for the wider world, their sole duty to watch over the Demon Emperor.
After several days of great warfare, True Monarch Qitian was thrown into the Demon Emperor’s cave mansion, enduring endless days of darkness together.
Interestingly, this True Monarch Qitian was related to Gu An; his ancestor was Hao Long, once raised by Gu An.
Roaming the Human World, Hao Long already carried a divine name. Occasionally returning to the Daoist Field of the Beginningless, he spent most of his time wandering and frolicking in the Human World, his progeny numerous, truly upholding the dragon’s dignity.
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In the dim cave chamber, heavy breathing echoed continuously.
In the center sat a man in white clothes, though his robes were torn, he remained unstained by dust, possessing an extraordinary aura.
He was the Demon Emperor.
In the corner of the cave loomed a curled shadow, like a fearsome giant serpent, from which the breathing came.
“If you’re afraid, just bow and admit your mistakes to them, there might be a way out.”
The Demon Emperor spoke with closed eyes, his tone indifferent.
At these words, demonic qi surged from the darkness, rushing towards the Demon Emperor.
“Silence! How could I be afraid!”
A furious shout erupted, revealing the fearsome shadow morphing into a disheveled man stepping forward.
This man was none other than True Monarch Qitian, with two sharp dragon horns sprouting from his head.
He glared at the Demon Emperor, angrily saying, “Great Sage Equalling Heaven was suppressed for five hundred years without begging for mercy. How could I be afraid?”
“Though I don’t know who Great Sage is, five hundred years can’t compare to a million. Their patience far exceeds your imagination.”
The Demon Emperor spoke without opening his eyes.
True Monarch Qitian calmed down, confusedly asking, “They’ve imprisoned you for so long, for what? Couldn’t they kill you?”
“Of course. If they could kill me, they would have done it already. Perhaps in the depths of destiny, Heaven doesn’t want me dead.”
The Demon Emperor’s words piqued True Monarch Qitian’s curiosity.
“What divine skill have you cultivated, making you unkillable?”
“You should care about yourself first, figuring out how to endure the millennia ahead.”
True Monarch Qitian, upon hearing this, sat cross-legged before the Demon Emperor and said, “Although I haven’t been imprisoned for millennia, I’ve spent years in seclusion. At worst, I’ll cultivate here.”
His eyes roamed, observing the Demon Emperor’s exceptional aura, steady as a rock. He suddenly felt this might be his great opportunity.
Just like the myths, surviving catastrophe could bring fortune.
Perhaps he could learn the Undying Divine Skill from the Demon Emperor.
Sun Wukong in Journey to the West possessed an immortal body; even the Celestial Court couldn’t subdue him.
The Demon Emperor remained silent, while True Monarch Qitian watched him, scratching his head, pondering.
The days of suppression were far harsher and more despairing than True Monarch Qitian had anticipated.
Endless hopelessness would be a form of extreme torment.
As time passed, True Monarch Qitian’s excitement and curiosity gradually faded, turning to agitation and rage, until all emotions were eradicated, leaving only numbness.
Another million years passed.
Gu An had just returned from the Hidden Spirit Palace, entering the courtyard as An Xin quickly approached.
“Master, recently a sect named Dark God Sect appeared in the Human World. They widely spread scriptures, urging mortal spirits to believe in the Dark God, claiming darkness and light coexist, though the world remains bright, bones litter the land, and people’s hearts find no redemption. The Dark God will bring darkness to the world’s dangers, offering salvation in the darkness.”
An Xin spoke with deep concern, deeply wary of the Dark God Sect.
Gu An asked, “Has the Dark God Sect started disrupting the Human World?”
“No, locating their sect is impossible. Only numerous scriptures are spread, misleading hearts. The Immortal Cultivation Sect is busy fighting and vying for power, neglecting the Dark God Sect. But I’ve deduced it and can’t see through them. There’s something unusual behind the Dark God Sect.”
An Xin spoke earnestly, staring at Gu An, hoping her master could provide answers.
Gu An looked towards the Celestial Vault and said, “The Dark God indeed exists. He has arrived, observing this Human World.”
An Xin’s eyes widened and she asked, “Where is he? What does he look like?”
Gu An didn’t respond, calmly watching the Celestial Vault.
Beyond the Celestial Spirit Great World, in infinite darkness, sat a skeletal figure. Leg bones supported the hand bones, within the palms burned green flames, manifesting countless worldly scenes, rapidly transforming.