444: Chapter 442: The Holy Son Becomes a Slave, Losing All Face

The scenery between heaven and earth continued to shift, the anomalies within becoming increasingly intense. Massive clouds gathered into giant crosses, standing haphazardly in the sky.

Wild winds howled, bringing bursts of bone-chilling aura.

Inside the White Tower, the expressions of the crowd gradually became flustered and uneasy as time passed, visible fear etched upon their faces.

"Rumble..."

From within the rolling clouds and mist came a roar like muffled thunder, causing the thick clouds to ripple.

Above the clouds and beneath the crosses were the Cultivators who had rushed over from various churches. They had received the so-called "oracle" hidden within the scriptures, a fact no different from what the Cultivators of the Jietian Sect who came to defect had said.

Gu Shengge stood at the entrance, his hands behind his back, gazing into the firmament.

Beside him were Jun Mengqing and Cui Xuaner, their expressions grave and eyes filled with worry.

Jun Mengqing said solemnly, "The unknown enemy is the most terrifying. Up until now, we still don't know what our enemy is truly like."

Gu Shengge's gaze was calm. Wisps of purple Dao Qi swirled around his body, blocking the howling, blade-like wild winds outside, remaining untouched.

As more and more Cultivators gathered, an inexplicable power surged within them, linking together to gradually form a barrier like a giant net. It completely enveloped a hundred-mile radius around the church where Gu Shengge was, as if intending to trap him here.

To be precise, it was an attempt to strangle him, to trap him here and jointly execute him.

Gu Shengge already felt a bone-piercing chill; the killing intent emanating from those Cultivators was growing increasingly intense.

Gu Shengge no longer hesitated. He stepped out, his profound might erupting amidst the wild winds like a tornado, instantly sweeping through the area around the tower church and dispersing a large portion of the thick clouds and mist.

"Heretic, how dare you be so arrogant!"

"Kneel and repent before the True God, and the God shall forgive your sins!"

"Gu Shengge, why don't you bow your head and repent quickly!"

Above the clouds came thunderous rebukes, seemingly imbued with some kind of power—majestic, heavy, and heart-trembling.

Of course, this was useless against Gu Shengge. He rose into the air, standing atop the taichu dao bell. Ripples of golden energy enveloped the entire White Tower church, protecting the Cultivators inside.

Their faces were full of worry. In this battle, they had chosen to stand on Gu Shengge's side, but now that the opposition was powerful, their future was bleak.

"Clang!"

Amidst a muffled bell toll, Gu Shengge stepped into the sky, charging straight toward the largest cross in the distance. His goal was clear: to completely shatter this cross and dampen the arrogance of these fellows.

After all, they were just a mob; he didn't believe they were truly willing to choose death for the sake of the content in the scriptures!

The vibrating bell toll carried the divine sound of the Dao. The surging sound waves, like monstrous tidal waves, rolled back toward the firmament, forcing the howling winds between heaven and earth to change direction and lunge toward the Cultivators standing above the clouds.

The Dao sound carried a cold, piercing killing intent, sharp as a blade, stinging everyone's eardrums until blood even seeped from their ears.

"Ahhh~"

The weaker Cultivators covered their ears and wailed. The intense pain penetrated deep into their bones; the sound waves felt like thousands of fine needles, stabbing them until they wished for death!

While those Cultivators were wailing in pain, Gu Shengge had already arrived before them, his body radiating a cold, biting killing intent.

"Everyone, do you intend to make an enemy of me?"

Gu Shengge stood above the clouds, facing the crowd of Cultivators. In the howling wind, his robes fluttered and snapped. His might poured out like a landslide, pressing down on the crowd until they found it difficult to breathe, their faces turning purple.

At this moment, they truly regretted coming. They shouldn't have come; the opponent's cultivation seemed far beyond their expectations. If they faced him, they would surely die!

"Hum!"

Suddenly, golden divine light bloomed from the giant cross, emitting bursts of warm and comfortable soft light that fell upon the Cultivators.

Gu Shengge was also illuminated by the divine light, but he felt no abnormality. However, the Cultivators seemed to have received some kind of blessing; their previously fearful and uneasy expressions suddenly relaxed, their bodies felt refreshed, and Battle Intent ignited within them. The gazes they cast at him became fierce and sharp.

Gu Shengge held his sword fingers vertically before him, the Law of Thunder flickering at his fingertips.

"Zzz..."

Thunder suddenly erupted like a divine whip, carrying dazzling electric light as it struck out. Before those Cultivators could react, they were struck by the thunder. The roaring, explosive thunder pierced through the bodies of those in the front. The bursting blood mist spread in the sky like blooming blood-colored flowers. Regardless of their previous status, under Gu Shengge's thunder, all living beings were equal, and they all perished here.

The Cultivators in the rear saw their companions' bodies explode and blood splatter; they had long since lost their nerve and dared not approach, fleeing into the distance one after another.

The golden radiance continued to shine, but it could no longer make them feel the slightest warmth; all that remained was boundless fear.

"Do not fear! Use the Luo Heaven Dao technique to suppress him; we will surely be able to seal and kill him here!"

A man wearing golden armor sprang out from the rear, his body covered in the same golden divine radiance as the cross, dazzling and warm.

Below, Cui Xuaner saw the newcomer and exclaimed in anger, "Saint Tenglong! You are a Saint of the Longyuan Holy Land; how could you be willing to become a slave to these monsters!"

The Cultivators of the Cangxuan Holy Land and the Jietian Sect were filled with horror. Saint Tenglong's strength was considered on par with the previous Saint of the Jietian Sect, Lin Chen.

Saint Tenglong had even more fortuitous encounters. Since childhood, he had been favored by the heavens. It was rumored that on the day of his birth, thousands of Saint phantoms appeared, bowing in worship. There were also heavenly anomalies, Dao lotuses filling the sky, and True Dragons and Divine Phoenixes protecting his path.

His path of cultivation had been smooth throughout his life, breaking through to the Great Perfection of the Hedao Realm with almost no Bottlenecks, just a step away from the Mahayana stage.

His status was even more revered; he was a Saint of the Longyuan Holy Land, an existence ranked in the top ten across the entire Zhongtian Star Domain. Yet, now he had become a servant to the so-called gods of this world, which was truly lamentable.

Behind him, a woman sneered, "In this world, the Supreme God is the master of heaven and earth. Since we have entered this world, we should naturally serve the Supreme God!"

The expressions of the crowd became even more strange, even somewhat horrifying, because the woman speaking was the Saintess of the Jingxu Holy Land. It was rumored that she would inherit the Jingxu Holy Land in a hundred years, which was also a major power ranked at least in the top twenty.

These successors of major powers, one after another, had actually become slaves to the Dominator of this world. This was truly difficult for the Cultivators of the Cangxuan Holy Land and the Jietian Sect to accept, feeling that the entire Zhongtian Star Domain had lost all its dignity.