133: Chapter 133 The Master's Demise!

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong looked at the lightning sword and finally put away his casual expression.

He took a step forward.

The phantoms of a million gods and demons opened their mouths in unison, letting out a roar that shattered the Void Realm.

The Dao Laws of the Return to One Realm poured out from his body, condensing into a giant palm that blotted out the sky, pressing down toward the lightning sword.

The two forces collided atop the Peak of Bailu Mountain.

"Boom...!!"

It was like the sound of the world ending, shaking the entire Eastern Territory!

This killing move was terrifying to the extreme. The surrounding Cultivators engaged in fierce battle were all forced back by the overwhelming Aura, their eyes filled with utter horror!

Such heaven-reaching methods had long surpassed the limits of ordinary Cultivators, seemingly touching upon the supreme power of the divine Domain!

"Again!" the Master roared.

A bloody gash split open on his chest, exposing his heart.

That heart throbbed violently, forcibly drawing out an even greater force of Laws from within the Haoran Dao Palace's Small World.

The lightning sword suddenly doubled in size.

The lightning's glow outshone the stars of the Nine Heavens, forcibly pressing that giant palm down a hundred zhang.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong's right palm retracted slightly.

A black dot appeared in the center of his palm.

The black dot expanded in an instant, forming a dark black hole vortex.

This was the Void Realm Dao Law he had comprehended after stepping into the Return to One Realm.

"Devour."

The black hole vortex emitted a gravitational pull that devoured all things.

The lightning radiance of the sword was torn apart by force, turning into a river of thunder that vanished into the black hole.

The Master bit his tongue and spat essence blood onto the heavenly book dan scroll.

The mountains and rivers within the Haoran Dao Palace were completely drained.

The Small World's Spiritual Qi condensed into a physical stream of water, surging into the lightning sword.

The lightning sword took advantage of the momentum and advanced another three inches.

Boom!

The black hole and the lightning sword exploded simultaneously.

A storm of energy swept in all directions as a circular shockwave.

The Master was sent flying on the spot, his body tumbling backward for three thousand li, crashing through ten main Peaks behind Bailu Mountain before finally smashing into a ten-thousand-zhang-deep abyss.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong stood where he was, retreating three steps.

With every step back, he stepped out a black hole in the Void Realm beneath his feet.

He steadied himself; his dark-gold emperor robes were torn in several places, his blood and Qi surged in his chest, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

A blinding golden light shot up from the bottom of the abyss.

The Master stepped through the air, ascending.

His Physical Body was riddled with holes, his ribs were exposed, and large areas of his flesh were charred.

The heavenly book dan scroll hung above his head, its pages covered in cracks, and more than half of its golden characters had fallen away.

He quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest.

It was the Haoran Heavenly Dao Art, the supreme emperor sutra of the Xuanhuang Immortal Mansion.

"Ancestral Saints, manifest!"

The Master's voice spread throughout the entire Northern Region of the Eastern Territory.

Righteous Qi surged back toward the heavens.

Within the clouds, phantoms of Ancient Sages wearing scholar robes appeared one after another.

Ten, a hundred, three hundred.

Three hundred Ancient Sages held bamboo slips and recited in unison.

"Evil shall not exist, the Righteous Path shall not perish; slay the wicked and suppress evil to set the universe right!"

The sound of the scriptures shook heaven and earth, drowning out the sounds of war below.

These phantoms merged together, transforming into a thousand-story-tall golden tower of Divine Ability.

Within the tower, an ancestral sage sat on every floor.

The tower suppressed downward, carrying the entire twenty-thousand-year heritage of the Eastern Territory's Confucian Dao and smashing toward Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong with unrivaled pressure.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong raised his thumb and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the descending golden tower, a hint of seriousness finally appeared in his eyes.

Within his body, the Xuantian Emperor Sutra operated at full power.

A dark-gold true dragon surged out of his body, circling the Nine Heavens and letting out a heaven-shaking roar.

Behind Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong, the phantoms of a million gods and demons prostrated themselves and kowtowed.

An emperor phantom wearing a flat-topped imperial crown and dark-gold emperor robes stood up, stepping on the backs of the gods and demons.

The emperor phantom opened its eyes.

As its gaze swept across, the chanting of the three hundred Ancient Sages came to an abrupt halt.

The golden tower came to a momentary standstill in mid-air.

"The Gu Family ancestor... an Emperor Incarnation!" Several Guixu Realm Peak masters from the Daoxuan Immortal Sect cried out in horror from the ruins.

Gu Changsheng stared intently at the emperor phantom.

Tremors echoed from the depths of his Divine Soul.

It was an absolute resonance and suppression from his Bloodline.

Looking at that Emperor Incarnation, his heart raced, and ambition burned in his blood.

This was power—the true Peak of power.

"This old fogey hides his strength so deep. If I ever piss him off in the future, I won't be able to handle a slap from him," this thought flashed through Gu Changsheng's mind as his gaze became even more feverish.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong's right hand formed an ancient seal technique.

The emperor phantom behind him formed the seal in sync.

"Destroy!"

The seal technique was pushed forward.

A dark-gold square seal expanded rapidly in the wind, blotting out the sun as it crashed directly into the golden tower.

Bang!

The seal technique smashed into the tower.

The thousand-story tower began to disintegrate from the bottom.

The phantoms of the sitting ancestral sages shattered one after another under the crushing weight of the seal.

Broken bricks, shattered tiles, and golden light were obliterated inch by inch by the dark-gold square seal.

The three hundred ancient sage phantoms lasted only three breaths before they all crumbled and dissipated.

The golden tower vanished, but the dark-gold square seal's residual power remained undiminished as it continued its suppression.

The Master's eyes wept blood as he reached forward with a beckoning motion.

The Haoran Dao Palace flew out from his side to meet the dark-gold square seal.

The Dao Palace rapidly transformed and expanded in mid-air, its halls and pavilions rearranging into a vast divine imperial kingdom.

The city walls stretched for hundreds of li, the moat roared, and the Divine Thoughts of countless Xuanhuang ancestors manifested within the kingdom.

Clad in armor and holding weapons, they attempted to form a formation to resist that world-destroying seal technique.

The dark-gold square seal crashed thunderously into the walls of the divine kingdom.

Crack.

The city walls shattered.

The seal technique was unstoppable, flattening the city and dispersing the Divine Thoughts of the Xuanhuang ancestors.

The divine imperial kingdom collapsed completely, reverting to the form of the Haoran Dao Palace.

The Dao Palace itself let out a piercing wail of sorrow.

The statues of the nine Auspicious Beasts on the roof ridge all exploded into powder.

A terrifying crack appeared on the surface of the Quasi-Emperor Weapon; its golden light dimmed instantly, and it fell powerlessly into the ruins, creating a massive crater.

The Master suffered a fatal backlash.

He spat out three large mouthfuls of black blood mixed with organ fragments toward the sky. His body lost control and plummeted, smashing heavily in front of the shattered steps of the Haoran Dao Palace.

"Ugh..." The Master lay prone in the rubble, his fingers dug deep into the soil.

The Return to One Realm Aura on his body rapidly dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, he fell back to the Peak of the Guixu Realm.

Because he had forcibly activated two Quasi-Emperor Weapons, his Foundation was completely destroyed.

His cultivation couldn't even stabilize at the Guixu Realm; it plummeted all the way to the Myriad Laws Realm and continued to drop.

The golden light completely vanished.

The heavenly book dan scroll flew out from the Grotto-Heaven between his brows.

Losing all its magical power support, this Quasi-Emperor Weapon turned into a dim, tattered scroll and fell beside the Master's hand.

The Grotto-Heaven collapsed along with it.

The Master's Physical Body began to decay at a visible rate.

His skin turned to ash and peeled off in layers, while large portions of his white bones became brittle.

His Divine Thought was extremely weak, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong dispersed the Emperor Incarnation.

Treading through the Void Realm, he walked step by step to the front of the Haoran Dao Palace.

He looked down at the dying Master at his feet, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"Quasi-Emperor Weapons are indeed good things. It was no easy feat for you to use them to forcibly raise your Realm and touch the threshold of the Return to One Realm," Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong said coldly, straightening his tattered sleeves.

"But external power is just external power after all. You don't understand the true Guiyi Dao Laws; you only know how to squander this power using Guixu Realm methods."

The Master's lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong raised his foot and stepped on the broken stone steps.

The Master rolled his remaining eye, glancing at the shattered Haoran Dao Palace and then at the corpses of the Xuanhuang Disciples strewn across the ground.

Those white scholar robes were soaked in blood, swaying in the wind.

Ten thousand years of Foundation were all destroyed here.

"Twenty thousand years..."

Three hoarse words were squeezed out of the Master's throat.

The lifeblood of generations of ancestral sages.

The sound of clear reading.

That unyielding Righteous Qi.

Today, it is all extinguished.

"Ancestral Master... this Disciple is incompetent and has failed you all!"

The Master's right eye A line of bloody tears flowed down..

A gust of night wind blew past.

His Physical Body, along with his final Divine Thought, completely dissipated.

The drifting ashes fell upon the ruins of Bailu Mountain.

A generation's Master Xuanhuang has fallen...