Chapter 838 830: The Celestial Court's Upheaval
The White Jade Coffin hung precariously above the cliff, held back by a man in white robes. His long white hair danced in the breeze, his face handsome, and an arrogance between his brows that could not be concealed.
It was none other than Son of Heaven Ji Yan!
Compared to many years ago, there was an added touch of world-weariness about him.
His eyes observed the White Jade Coffin, a nostalgic expression in his gaze, and he muttered to himself, “It’s been a long time since we fought side by side.”
His identity as the Son of Heaven was never hidden. Ever since his ascension, he roamed the Celestial Spirit Great World with this identity. Some pledged allegiance to him, while others scoffed; things did not develop as smoothly as he had imagined.
The leading Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance showed him indifference, making it hard for him to find a foothold. He had no choice but to employ his Lifebound Divine Weapon.
He turned his head towards the distance, his gaze gradually becoming cold and sharp.
If he couldn’t uproot the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance, it would be difficult for him to become the master of this realm.
Becoming the World Supreme was his trial in Reincarnation, and he couldn’t fall here.
The existence of Ancestor Master Wushi once caused him concern, but after his investigations, he dismissed those worries.
As long as he did not harm the masses, Ancestor Master Wushi would not intervene.
Furthermore, he had visited the Immortal Gods who remained in this realm. He had a vague guess but did not reveal it. He only needed to focus on his Tribulation.
With that thought, he vanished with the White Jade Coffin from the precipice.
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Time continued to flow, never pausing for anyone.
Millions of years passed in a blink.
The Dark Heavenly Court was eventually repelled by the Celestial Court, and the Celestial Dao Destiny of the Three Thousand Great Worlds began to rise. More opportunities to Ascend to Immortality appeared in the Human World.
The Celestial Spirit Great World was no exception, and one individual gained an opportunity for immortality, ascending in broad daylight, renown throughout the lands.
The desire to become Immortal planted a seed deep in the hearts of all beings, making it even harder for Son of Heaven Ji Yan to act, as the awe people held for this Son of Heaven was waning.
Rather than serve the Immortal Gods, why not strive to become one?
The Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance was stronger than Son of Heaven Ji Yan had imagined, but with his own Talent and Divine Weapon, the power he established over millions of years reached a level that could contend with the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance.
The current world power lay in the struggle between the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance and the Son of Heaven for dominion over Heaven and Earth.
In spring, the Daoist Field of the Beginningless was brimming with life, with majestic landscapes as far as the eye could see.
Gu An was sitting in the Mountain Viewing Pavilion, painting. Outside the pavilion, in contrast to millions of years ago, colorful small fish leapt in the cascading waterfall, adding more hues to the landscape.
Two figures flew in from afar, landing swiftly in front of the Mountain Viewing Pavilion: An Zizai and Zhen Qin.
Zhen Qin lifted the hood of her robe and respectfully saluted Gu An.
After greeting, An Zizai spoke, “Ancestor, Senior Uncle Zhen has arrived.”
Gu An turned to look at Zhen Qin, who, under his gaze, became suddenly emotional. She kneeled on the ground and said, “Master, your disciple has a request.”
Her expression was tense, her eyes full of anxiety.
Gu An did not ask An Zizai to leave, looking at Zhen Qin, he chided, “Why are you kneeling? I still prefer the old you. You rarely kneeled before me and liked to joke with me.”
The reason he grew close to Shangguan Xian’er was not due to studying books; the real reason was that Shangguan Xian’er gave him a feeling reminiscent of past interactions with Zhen Qin.
To him now, engaging with others was tedious if they were too rigid—after all, he could see through people’s hearts and would only care about the atmosphere of interaction, not anyone’s motives.
Hearing this, Zhen Qin felt ashamed. Although her master treated her as before, she was no longer the disciple of the Supreme Sect she once was, making it hard for her to interact with him as she used to.
“Master, my disciple was captured by a Great Power under the Son of Heaven’s command; the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance and the Son of Heaven are like water and fire. I have no way to save him. Could you intervene?” Zhen Qin asked, gritting her teeth.
Gu An shook his head and said, “How can I stick my neck out for such matters? Your junior uncle will help you. Why not stay for a few days first?”
“No, Master, I fear something will happen to him. Please save him first, and I will bring him to visit you, will that do?” Zhen Qin said anxiously.
Seeing her urgency, Gu An glimpsed a shadow of her past self.
“Very well, Zizai, accompany her on the journey.”
Gu An said helplessly, indulging Zhen Qin, a disciple with whom he shared seven hundred and thirty million years of master-disciple bond.
Son of Heaven Ji Yan was the current Heaven and Earth Hero. Wushiji Disciple would not intervene in his conflict with the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance, and even if An Zizai had a mind to help, he still needed to consult Gu An.
An Zizai immediately took his orders, and Zhen Qin thanked Gu An before the two left quickly.
Gu An turned back to continue painting. Such matters were trivial to him.
Over the long years, there would always be old friends or disciples seeking his aid, and as long as he allowed An Zizai to bring them before him, it usually meant he would agree to help them.
“Son of Heaven, I wonder if it is your scheme.”
Gu An muttered, referring not to the present Son of Heaven causing unrest, Ji Yan, but to another Son of Heaven who was now rising to the power stage in the Celestial Court.
This Son of Heaven had led the Celestial Court in repelling the Dark Heavenly Court, greatly enhancing his prestige and subsequently his Celestial Dao Destiny. He had even entered the Palace of the Polestar to meet the Celestial Emperor.
Gu An did not know what they talked about, but ever since then, the Celestial Emperor disappeared, and this Son of Heaven began to take charge of the Celestial Court’s authority.
This Son of Heaven was ambitious, gathering various Immortal Gods while continuously releasing Immortal Fate to the Human World, clearly aiming to cultivate his own following.
Gu An’s eyes could see the future of this Son of Heaven. He was benevolent to all beings but ruthless to other Sons of Heaven, promising to eliminate them one by one, with Xuanyuan Human Venerable perishing at his hands.
This kind of destiny was unprecedented, emerging only after the Dark Heavenly Court was driven back.
When the Tribulation of Son of Heaven Ji Yan ended, and he returned to the Celestial Court, tremendous changes would occur—that was certain—but Ji Yan could not know the Celestial Court’s current situation.
However, these matters did not concern Gu An, so long as Yang Jian, Li Xuanmiao, and the Celestial Destruction God were safe from harm.
The next morning.
Gu An was tidying up his paintings in the Mountain Viewing Pavilion when An Zizai returned with Zhen Qin and Su Han.
Son of Heaven Ji Yan showed a lot of face to An Zizai, and with An Zizai’s cultivation level, they quickly returned.
Su Han was already in clean clothes, looking nothing like a prisoner and without a scratch on him. He followed behind Zhen Qin, glancing around with great excitement, his face full of expectation.
The three of them came to the Mountain Viewing Pavilion to salute Gu An, and Zhen Qin even had Su Han kneel to thank Gu An for his life-saving grace.
“It was not I who saved him, no need for such formalities, Zizai, show Su Han around and settle him in.”
Gu An said, and upon hearing this, An Zizai agreed, and Su Han rose to his feet. He dared not look directly at Gu An and only regained his composure after leaving with An Zizai.
“Why am I so timid?”
Su Han was secretly annoyed. Meeting Ancestor Master Wushi was something he looked forward to the most. He had imagined it many times, yet he never thought he would be so awkward.
Even after realizing this, he still dared not turn around to look back.