#681 - New momentum
In the dark void, a purple cloud floated in front of a bright, round moon. On the cloud stood a broken cliff, and on the cliff sat an old man in white robes.
He had the complexion of a child but the hair of a crane. Two halos floated behind his head, constantly changing colors, beautiful and mesmerizing.
He opened his eyes, calculated with his fingers, and his expression became strange.
He began to deduce repeatedly, but no matter how he deduced, he could not solve the confusion in his heart.
A figure suddenly appeared behind him, a celestial being in blood-colored armor, with a terrifying aura, white hair fluttering, and a blood-flower mark on his forehead.
It was the God of Heavenly Destruction!
He also had another identity, named Long Mie, the grandson of Emperor Long Xin.
The God of Heavenly Destruction bowed, raised his hand, and saluted the old man in white robes, saying, "Master, your disciple has come to see you."
"After all these years, you have finally come. It seems you have successfully refined a clone for that being," the old man in white robes said calmly.
The God of Heavenly Destruction replied, "It is my duty, and destiny is hard to defy."
"Destiny is hard to defy? Indeed, destiny is hard to defy."
The old man in white robes stood up, turned to look at the God of Heavenly Destruction, and looked him up and down, a look of gratification in his eyes.
"Your cultivation is not bad, proving that you have not wasted your time. It is not in vain for this teacher to cultivate you," the old man in white robes said with a smile, stroking his beard.
The God of Heavenly Destruction replied, "Master not only cultivated the disciple, but without Master, the disciple would have died long ago."
The old man in white robes shook his head. He turned to look at the dark void, while the God of Heavenly Destruction stared at him fixedly.
"Disciple, your talent is unique, you have a talent that even immortals and gods can hardly match. From now on, you no longer need to restrain your desire for killing."
The old man in white robes said quietly, his pupils reflecting scenes of great explosions, flickering and changing.
Upon hearing this, the God of Heavenly Destruction frowned and asked, "Do you think it has already reached that point?"
"Even if it hasn't, you must prepare in advance. The changes in the Great Dao are becoming more and more complex, and the infighting within the Heavenly Court is becoming more and more fierce. Who doesn't know how much disaster is contained within, and what kind of situation it will eventually evolve into?"
The old man in white robes sighed as he spoke.
The God of Heavenly Destruction was silent for a moment, then said, "Disciple does not intend to rely on the talent left to me by the Long family. The Long family should disappear. I will only cultivate step by step."
The old man in white robes glanced at him, meaningfully, "It seems that there are still people alive in the Long family. You have a burden now. In the past, you couldn't wait to be unsealed."
The God of Heavenly Destruction replied, "Indeed, there are still people alive, but they have already severed the cause and effect with the past. I just don't want to follow the old path of the Long family, becoming stronger through killing. In my opinion, it is not the right path."
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The Boundless Dojo.
Ten thousand years have passed since Fang Xuan's first reincarnation projection was successful.
The human world ushered in a new era of prosperity, with a hundred schools of thought contending. Even though the Qiankun Sect and the Taixuan Gate had been constantly strengthening, they still failed to squeeze into the ranks of the hundred schools of thought.
In these years, besides his daily life, what Gu An cared about most was the creation of the Hunyuan Dao Emperor.
Currently, more than three hundred cultivators on the Great Dao Road are pursuing the Hunyuan Dao Emperor. The number of cultivators who have come into contact with this opportunity exceeds a thousand, some of whom have died within the last ten thousand years, and some of whom have given up on this opportunity.
In general, the fact that more than three hundred cultivators can impact the Hunyuan Dao Emperor means that this fortune has been achieved.
Although the Hunyuan Dao Emperor does not become stronger quickly through victory or defeat, the lifespan projection will also accelerate the cultivator's speed of becoming stronger. Perhaps the first Hunyuan Dao Emperor will be born within hundreds of thousands of years, which makes Gu An very curious.
Who exactly will it be?
Although Fang Xuan was the first to start, latecomers have appeared on the Great Dao Road, with stronger momentum than him.
As for the Dao seekers in the Great Heavenly Spirit World, they are all Gu An's old friends. Their qualifications are not as good as the geniuses on the Great Dao Road. Gu An will not favor them on the Hunyuan Emperor Road, and it is almost impossible for them to become the first Hunyuan Dao Emperor.
On this day, within the Boundless Dojo.
Gu An was playing the flute while watching the battle in the sky.
He opened a barrier domain, letting the Blood Prison Great Sage and An Xin fight, while Shen Zhen, Tian Yao'er, Tian Qing, Tian Bai, Jiang Shi, the Epiphyllum Ghost Mother, Emperor Tianhong, and the White Spirit Rat were all watching nearby. They were all excited and kept discussing.
"Why did the Blood Prison Great Sage stop again? Could it be that he was caught in an illusion?"
"An Xin is so powerful, it feels like she's playing with the Blood Prison Great Sage."
"Hahaha, don't let him hear that, he'll hold a grudge."
"Senior Sister An Xin is indeed very strong, you can't see the depth of her at all."
"Did you see clearly what supernatural power An Xin used?"
The disciples were talking a lot. Gu An deliberately let the barrier cover An Xin's Immortal Emperor Pupils. The disciples did not see any changes in An Xin's eyes, and they could not feel the power of the Immortal Emperor Pupils.
This led to a very awkward battle. The Blood Prison Great Sage would stop from time to time. If it weren't for his strong physical body and abundant energy, he would have been defeated long ago.
Compared to An Xin's Immortal Emperor Pupils, Gu An was more satisfied with the Blood Prison Great Sage's progress.
The Blood Prison Great Sage had created his own supernatural power, which allowed his flesh and blood to heal quickly. Even if his physical body was reduced to ashes, he could recover in a very short time.
However, such recovery requires consuming soul energy. He began to feel tired, coming from the depths of his soul. This fatigue gradually weakened his control over his physical body.
If this continues, he will undoubtedly be defeated.
Gu An was wondering whether to throw the Blood Prison Great Sage to the Great Dao Road to train?
The Blood Prison Great Sage is very suitable for taking the path of becoming stronger through battle. It's just a pity that he had asked the Blood Prison Great Sage several times before, but this guy refused to go out no matter what, even if he said that he could still return to the Boundless in the future, the Blood Prison Great Sage still disagreed.
If he were to let the Blood Prison Great Sage handle affairs in the human world, he would go, but the Great Dao Road is far away, and he always felt that if he went, it would be difficult to return in a short time.
No.
He must let him go out and train for a hundred thousand years before coming back.
Gu An thought silently.
Not only to make the Blood Prison Great Sage stronger, but also to reduce the pressure on other disciples.
The Blood Prison Great Sage is not only warlike, but also has a foul mouth. Every time he wins, he will madly mock his opponent, so now no one hopes that he will win, and they are all watching his jokes.
After a while.
The Blood Prison Great Sage was defeated. He and An Xin flew out of the barrier together.
An Xin was like an immortal descending to earth, landing beside Gu An. Her clothes did not change in any way, and it seemed that she had not experienced a battle.
And the Blood Prison Great Sage lowered his head, without any fighting spirit, his fists clenched tightly.