33: Chapter 33 With a few words, two great holy lands were suppressed!

In the blink of an eye, Gu Changsheng had shattered the combined offensive of the Disciples from the two Holy Lands! He appeared even more relaxed, as if he were merely taking a stroll or performing a trivial task!

With a smile, the enemy forces were reduced to ashes!

A single person, sweeping across two Holy Lands!

Everyone was inexplicably shocked!

Elder Liu Changqing and Zhang Xiuyuan, one a Sword Cultivator and the other a Confucian cultivator, were usually people who looked down on everyone else.

Yet at this moment, they lay side by side on the reef like two dead dogs, not even daring to breathe heavily.

Humiliation. Endless humiliation surged into their hearts.

They, dignified Elders of Holy Lands, had actually been humiliated like this by a junior!

Yet, they didn't even have the courage to resist.

In that instant just now, they had truly felt the aura of death.

If Gu Changsheng had wanted to kill them, that kick just now wouldn't have landed on their chests, but on their heads instead!

"Gu Yi." Gu Changsheng turned around, not even glancing at the two of them again.

"Your subordinate is here." Gu Yi's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, kneeling on one knee.

"Collect the item in this pool." Gu Changsheng pointed to the nine-aperture soul-warming lotus in the center of the lake.

Then, his finger casually pointed at Elder Liu Changqing and Zhang Xiuyuan, who were lying on the ground, as well as the Disciples from the two sects still splashing in the lake in the distance.

"And their Storage Pouches as well."

"Since they've come, they must leave behind some toll money."

"It wouldn't make up for me watching such a boring play otherwise."

Upon hearing this, Elder Liu Changqing was so angry he nearly fainted.

"Gu Changsheng! How dare you!"

"My Zifu Sword Pavilion is also a cultivation Holy Land in the Xuantian True Domain! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

Gu Changsheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and looked at him with a faint, mocking smile.

Elder Liu Changqing hated him intensely! He wished he could step forward and fight a great battle with Gu Changsheng! But how could he dare!

The winner takes all, the loser is the villain. This is the iron rule of the cultivation world.

Gu Yi did not waste any words; his figure flashed, and he charged directly into the crowd.

"Hand it over." He was like a cold, harvesting machine.

Wherever he passed, those Disciples of the Zifu Sword Pavilion and Xuanhuang Immortal Mansion looked as if they had seen a ghost, obediently untying the Storage Pouches from their waists.

Even if they were unwilling in their hearts, no one dared to resist at this moment. After all, even their own Elders had been beaten like grandsons; were they to go up and throw their lives away?

Elder Liu Changqing and Zhang Xiuyuan were full of humiliation, but they could only watch helplessly as Gu Yi took away their Storage Rings.

That feeling of being pressed to the ground and rubbed into the dirt made them wish they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Not far away, the Disciples of the Daoxuan Immortal Sect all held their heads high, their faces glowing with excitement. Awesome! So awesome!

This is the prestige that comes with following Senior Brother Gu! What Holy Land Elders, what Prodigy elites. In front of Senior Brother Gu, they are all nothing but grass and dogs!

Everyone yearned for such power; was this the might of a peerless Prodigy?

"Senior Brother Gu, the lotus has been picked." Luo Xiyao held the nine-aperture soul-warming lotus, which was radiating seven-colored light, and walked up to Gu Changsheng.

Her eyes were somewhat complex. She had long known that Gu Changsheng was very strong, but every time she saw him take action, she was still shocked by that absolute sense of control.

"Hmm." Gu Changsheng took the lotus casually, didn't even glance at it, and threw it directly into his Storage Ring.

It was as if this divine object, for which people would break their heads fighting, was truly just a weed on the roadside in his eyes.

"Let's go." He turned around, his gaze cast toward the depths of the Grotto-Heaven.

There, it was a range of rolling mountains, where ancient palace complexes could be vaguely seen looming in the clouds and mist.

"The real show is only just beginning."

"That little mouse should have already found the rice jar by now."

Gu Changsheng revealed a meaningful curve on his lips. In his Divine Sense, the Luck light spot representing Ye Kun was jumping frantically within that palace complex.

Moreover, it seemed he had encountered a little trouble.

"Little mouse?" Luo Xiyao was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Senior Brother, are you referring to Ye Kun?"

Gu Changsheng did not answer, only striding forward.

"Keep up."

"Don't fall behind."

"The road ahead won't be this easy to walk."

...

Ye Kun stopped, gasping for breath. He wiped the sweat from his face; beneath that plain, unremarkable disguise, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"This is it." Following the guidance of those inexplicable images in his mind, he had twisted and turned his way through the outer maze arrays that were enough to trap a person for a lifetime.

Suddenly, the view opened up. It was a white jade plaza, so large that it made one feel like an ant.

In the center of the plaza stood a lonely black stone tablet. The tablet towered into the clouds, its surface pitted and uneven, exuding an aura of desolation.

Two large, ancient seal characters were carved in the center of the tablet—Taixu.

Ye Kun's heart constricted, then began to beat wildly.

"Taixu Legacy..."

He licked his dry, cracked lips, and a low growl that only he could hear escaped his throat.

"This is mine... this is all mine!"

He didn't even bother to conceal his figure, stumbling as he rushed toward the stone tablet. He was close now. That sense of calling from deep within his Bloodline was growing stronger and stronger.

Ye Kun tremblingly reached out his hand and pressed it onto the surface of the tablet.

"Hum—!" The tablet trembled once.

A vast stream of information rudely forced its way into his mind. Ye Kun groaned, nearly kneeling down.

That was the condition for opening the Legacy. There were no complicated incantations, no specific Bloodline required; there was only one condition—Divine Soul power. A massive amount of Divine Soul power.

Ye Kun was stunned. He tried to mobilize his own pitiful amount of Soul Power and probe into the tablet. The tablet had no reaction at all, just like throwing a drop of water into the ocean, not even causing a ripple.

"Not enough... completely not enough..." Ye Kun's face turned deathly pale.

This was the core Legacy of the Taixu Grotto-Heaven! It was clearly right before his eyes, within reach, yet he couldn't open it because of insufficient damn Soul Power?

This was like a starving person with a full banquet laid out before them, but their mouth had been sewn shut.

"Open! Open for me!" Ye Kun's eyes instantly became bloodshot as he frantically urged the spiritual power within his body, wanting to forcefully break through the Restriction on the tablet.

"Bang!" A massive rebound force bounced back from the tablet. Ye Kun was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the white jade floor a dozen meters away.

"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest hurting as if it had split open. But he couldn't feel the pain. He only felt despair.

Was he just going to let it end like this? Was he going to return empty-handed in front of a treasure mountain? No! Absolutely not!

Ye Kun lay on the ground, his fingers digging desperately into the gaps between the stone slabs, his nails breaking, blood streaming. That bastard Gu Changsheng was still outside. If he didn't obtain this Legacy, what would he use to take revenge? What would he use to wash away the humiliation on his body?

Suddenly, an obscure fluctuation came from the tablet. It wasn't language, but it was more direct than language.

"Deficiency... Sacrifice..."

Ye Kun's whole body stiffened. Sacrifice?

He suddenly raised his head, staring fixedly at that black stone tablet. So that was it.

It didn't have to be his own Soul Power. As long as it was Soul Power, it would take it all. A crazy, sinister, yet tempting thought grew like wild grass in his mind.

If one person's wasn't enough, then ten. If ten wasn't enough, then one hundred! In this Taixu Grotto-Heaven, the thing least lacking right now was people!

Ye Kun slowly crawled up from the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and on that face which had originally been disguised as timid and honest, a heart-chilling, ferocious grin now hung.

"Hehe... since you all want Opportunities..."

"Then use your lives to trade for them."