166: Chapter 166 Taixu Imperial Court!

The ruins of the Taixu Imperial Court.

The vault of heaven was filled with Chaos, and starlight flickered in and out of existence.

A nine-story tower stood at the end of his line of sight, with golden dragon-shaped Spiritual Qi swimming around it, silently recounting the glory of two hundred thousand years ago.

This should have been an epic scene spanning across eras, but Yun Feiyang felt a chill run through his entire body, and he no longer had the mind to spare it another glance.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the grey-robed youth ten steps away.

"You... have been following me this whole time?"

Yun Feiyang's face was as dark as water, his voice icy cold.

He believed he had acted with the utmost secrecy.

After entering the mausoleum, he had been cautious every step of the way.

This route was top secret; even Elder Daoxuan from his previous life had spent seven days figuring it out from that Incomplete Manual. It should have been impossible for anyone else to know.

Yet this Loose Cultivator calling himself "Lu Jiu" had not only kept up but had also slipped in silently when he opened the Formation?

"This is impossible..." Waves of shock surged within Yun Feiyang's heart.

Rebirth was his greatest trump card, a secret known to no one. Why would an irrelevant Loose Cultivator suddenly appear to snatch his prize?

Or rather... had he been targeted long ago?

The thought made him shudder.

Gu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the surrounding architecture before his gaze finally settled back on Yun Feiyang's face.

"I didn't expect this to actually be the ruins of the Taixu Imperial Court."

Gu Changsheng was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the Heavenly Dao to feed the Child of Luck so well!

This was the hegemon of the Xuantian True Domain from two hundred thousand years ago!

Rumors in the world suggested that the secret to becoming an Emperor lay here.

"The path you led is very good."

This casual remark made the corners of Yun Feiyang's eyes twitch.

The other party not only admitted to following him but spoke as if it were only natural, short of writing the words "I'm using you as a treasure-hunting hound" on his face.

"Your Excellency's methods of concealment are truly eye-opening."

Yun Feiyang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart.

The more critical the moment, the more he had to stay calm.

He couldn't see through this man's cultivation, and the ruthlessness of him killing over twenty Loose Cultivators with a single finger earlier was still vivid in his mind.

In a direct confrontation, his chances of winning were slim.

"This place is too large; I cannot consume the opportunities here alone. Why don't we cooperate?"

Yun Feiyang stared at Gu Changsheng, throwing out a lure.

"Oh?" Gu Changsheng raised an eyebrow.

"We split the treasures here equally." Yun Feiyang cupped his hands slightly, showing a sincere smile.

"If we join forces and seize this supreme Opportunity, wouldn't this Eastern Domain be ours in the future!!"

Gu Changsheng didn't respond; instead, he took a step forward.

Tap.

The sound of his footstep was exceptionally clear in the empty white stone plaza.

At the very instant of that step, Yun Feiyang moved.

He never intended to cooperate!

In this isolated ruin, only a dead man could keep a secret.

"Die!"

Yun Feiyang roared, his right hand suddenly drawing the Qingming Dao Sword from his back.

The moment the blade left its scabbard, dense lightning runes instantly lit up.

Right from the start, it was an unreserved, full-power strike.

A blue-green sword light soared into the sky, transforming into a thirty-meter-long lightning sword dragon that roared as it lunged toward Gu Changsheng's face.

This single strike drained eighty percent of the Spiritual Qi in Yun Feiyang's Qi Sea.

Combined with the rank suppression of the Qingming Dao Sword itself, its power had already surpassed the limits of the Wufa Realm, comparable to the full-power strike of a Peak Celestial Phenomenon Realm expert.

The air was torn apart by the high-temperature lightning, producing ear-piercing sonic booms.

The Sword Qi carved a deep trench into the white stone ground along its path.

This strike was too close, less than ten steps away.

Even if the opponent truly was at the Peak of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, taking this move head-on while unprepared would cost them a layer of skin!

The lightning sword dragon instantly engulfed the figure of the grey-robed youth.

"Boom!"

Violent Spiritual Qi scattered in all directions, and the blinding white light caused Yun Feiyang to instinctively squint his eyes.

Did it work?

Before the light had even dissipated, a light chuckle drifted out from the center of the lightning.

"Good momentum, but unfortunately... a bit slow."

Yun Feiyang's heart suddenly sank.

The lightning receded like a tide.

Gu Changsheng still stood in the same spot, not even a corner of his clothes torn.

He extended his right hand.

With his index and middle fingers pressed together, he firmly pinched the tip of the Qingming Dao Sword.

The thirty-meter-long lightning sword dragon had vanished, leaving only blue and white electric arcs still jumping violently on the blade.

How is this possible?!

The Qingming Dao Sword was a Medium Grade Sacred Artifact, incredibly sharp.

Even an old monster at the Peak of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm wouldn't dare to catch this killing blow with their bare hands.

This man used only two fingers?

"You... who exactly are you?"

A hint of irrepressible horror leaked into Yun Feiyang's voice.

When did such a monster appear in the Eastern Domain?

A Loose Cultivator could never have this kind of strength!

Gu Changsheng held the sword tip and tilted his head slightly.

"Crying for cooperation while launching a lethal sneak attack the moment you turn around. Brother Yun, your style of doing things isn't very honorable."

"I don't care if it's honorable or not!" Yun Feiyang gritted his teeth and slapped his waist with his left hand, intending to summon the qiankun gourd.

But before he could even touch the gourd, Gu Changsheng's fingers holding the blade flicked gently.

"Zheng!"

A massive force, like an overwhelming mountain or sea, transmitted through the blade.

The webbing of Yun Feiyang's thumb and index finger instantly split open, blood splattering.

A massive impact hit Yun Feiyang's chest, sending him flying backward. He rolled seven or eight times on the ground before finally coming to a halt.

"Cough..." Yun Feiyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

With just a flick of a finger, the trump card he was so proud of had been completely shattered.

This wasn't a battle on the same level at all.

He looked up at Gu Changsheng, the vigilance in his eyes having turned into terror.

Who was this man?

Gu Changsheng brushed the dust off his sleeves.

He didn't look at Yun Feiyang on the ground but instead reached up to touch his own cheek.

"Wearing this face is indeed a bit stuffy."

Before Yun Feiyang's constricted pupils, Gu Changsheng's bones made faint cracking sounds, and the muscle texture of his face began to change.

That ordinary passerby's face receded like ripples on water, revealing his original appearance.

Sword-like brows reaching toward his temples, eyes like the stars.

His features were deep and perfect, exuding a kind of indifference and disdain born from long occupying a high position.

The grey cloth robe spontaneously ignited as his aura was released, turning into ash.

Revealed underneath was a moon-white ice-silk brocade robe, with ancient gold totems embroidered on the cuffs and collar.

Those were supreme Dao runes representing the top orthodoxies of the Eastern Domain.

Yun Feiyang's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks.

He knew this face all too well.

This brocade robe, this high-and-mighty gaze that treated everyone like ants.

Images from his previous life flooded into his mind like a tide.

Xingwan's tragic backward glance when she was driven to a dead end... the sight of this very face from above when his own bones were being broken and he was crushed into the mud like a dead dog.

The Saint of Daoxuan Heaven, Gu Changsheng!

"It's you!!!"

Yun Feiyang let out a shrill roar.

His eyes instantly turned blood-red, like a lone wolf driven into a corner, his chest heaving violently.

The resentment, humiliation, and indignation of two lifetimes completely exploded at this moment.

He never imagined that after his Rebirth, having carefully planned everything to seize the initiative...

The first person he would encounter in this isolated Taixu Imperial Court would be his mortal enemy, the one he had sworn to tear into ten thousand pieces.

Why was he here?

How did he recognize him?

Countless questions exploded in his mind, but they were ultimately drowned out by a violent killing intent.

"Gu Changsheng... Gu Changsheng!!!"