332: Chapter 212 Slaying the Demon 332: Chapter 212 Slaying the Demon Devil Domain’s dense forest of trees, spanned by the Devil Clouds for thousands of miles.
Perched alone on a branch of a colossal tree that rivaled mountain peaks and stood a thousand feet tall, a Divine sat in meditation as if he were a pillar reaching into the heavens.
The Divine slowly opened his eyes, and as he looked around, a streak of red light shot from the dark clouds in the eastern sky.
The intense brightness dimmed the great sun that spanned across the ages above Nine Heavens.
The entire sky turned red, rolling toward him.
Howl!
The entity dragging the red twilight began to reveal its form—Dragon scales rubbed against the clouds, churning and twisting as its tail swung from a thousand miles away; its body was visible five hundred miles away, appearing endlessly vast.
The Divine’s gaze delved deeper, spotting the Dragon Head where a Daoist dressed in plain black ink sat cross-legged.
A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes; even now, he was bewildered.
Although he had clearly seen Gu Wen’s face, confusion persisted.
Throughout the ages in the Cultivation World, numerous powerful beings had risen.
Some were even considered his peers, like the newly originated Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots that claimed to be Ancestor Spirits.
Jianmu had existed for millions of years, not prevailing through talent but through an unparalleled foundation and legacy that none could rival.
Then, three thousand years ago, Qingcang appeared.
When he thought he could finally eradicate it three thousand years later, Gu Wen emerged.
How old was he when he had become an Immortal?
Qingcang was not dead; how then did he become an Immortal?
The more incomprehensible it was, the more variables arose, and the more cautious he became.
“Saint Venerable.”
A whiff of delicate fragrance drifted by, and a Fox Fairy, half of her chest exposed from her flowery robe, flew gracefully towards him, landed lightly, and took two steps forward with a slight bow, respectfully saying, “I am willing to confront the enemy.”
“One person is not enough, go with the Tiger Ancestor.”
As soon as the Divine finished speaking, a strong man three meters tall, with muscles like steel and skin like aged bronze, descended from the sky.
His square, broad face bore a deep scratch mark.
This was a scar left by Qingcang, a mark on his body that could not be removed, signifying the kind of danger that could threaten the life of a great power.
“Just a child, why need two people?”
His voice was low and robust, echoing like the roar of a tiger.
“Add the Gold-winged Roc to the team,” the Divine said indifferently, paying no heed to Tiger Ancestor’s words.
He was not foolish, but he had lost his aggressive spirit.
After the transcendence of becoming an Immortal, for most, life was already fulfilled.
They would find it difficult to make any further significant breakthroughs.
There are strengths and weaknesses among peers, but it is extremely rare for one being to completely dominate another.
They would spend a thousand years napping, hundreds of years aimlessly flying through the Void, seldom engaging in duels, with their falls occurring only during great calamities.
Immortals were not the threat; Qingcang was the anomaly.
She was targeted because she had the power to kill an Immortal; Jianmu held this power too, but he had never revealed it from beginning to end.
Thus, their attitudes had stiffened, habituated to the pattern of no differentiation among Immortals; such attitudes and retreats without fight could not lead to transcendence.
Suddenly, the sky darkened.
Looking up, one would see a pair of golden, sunlit wings covering the sky.
The Fox Fairy, her beautiful eyes concealing the divine light, transformed into a breeze and escaped far away.
Although Tiger Ancestor was dissatisfied, he still transformed into a gigantic tiger of a thousand feet, and on a yellow wind, he fled.
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Gu Wen sat on a cloud, advancing south, enveloping everything below with his divine form, covering mountains and seas.
He intended to push straight through, and, if possible, deal with old enemies along the way.
However, as his Divine Thought swept through the area, he only saw some scattered Barbarian tribes and countless animals; there were almost no real Devils.
Even those few that appeared, from their weak auras, he knew that they mostly came from beyond this world, which made him feel indifferent.
Hum!
In the distance, the Devil Cloud was dense, and millions of golden lights flashed.
In just half a breath, they formed a column of light shooting straight towards him.
Slightly higher mountains were instantly penetrated, their masses shattered and suspended in mid-air, not even having a chance to fall due to gravity before the golden light reached Gu Wen.
In just three breaths, it had traveled three hundred miles.
Gu Wen sat atop the Dragon Head, his eyes indifferent, without any response.
Clang!
The first golden light struck him, splattering countless golden sparks that spread over a ten-thousand-meter diameter behind him.
Then, an endless stream of golden lights fell, the remnants shaking heaven and earth, transmitting into the earth below, causing tremors across a hundred miles.
When the golden light disappeared, what replaced it was the radiant glow emitted by the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill.
“A Golden Light Spell?”
The Gold-winged Roc, known for its speed, accompanied by the golden light, had intended to further probe Gu Wen with a claw.
But the instant it saw the Golden Light Spell, it immediately flapped its wings to stop abruptly in mid-air.
It looked around but saw no sign of Chi Yu Zi.
Twenty years ago, aside from Qingcang, the most significant focus for the Gold-winged Roc and other Devil Ancestors was on Chi Yu Zi and Gu Wen.
They had utilized the power of the Immortal Sword to counter-kill an Immortal, an act nearly inconceivable even within the Immortal Land.
“Just you, where is the girl?”
“Just me.”
Gu Wen replied indifferently, at which point the Fox Fairy and Tiger Ancestor landed to his left and right, the three Devil Ancestors forming a triangular encirclement.
Hearing that he was alone, Tiger Ancestor took a step forward, covering ten miles, thumping his chest and saying, “Well done!
Today I don’t take advantage of your fewer numbers.”
“Tiger Ancestor, don’t mess things up.
Can you handle the blame if you can’t restrain him alone?” the Gold-winged Roc immediately intervened, saying, “This man has just killed an Immortal not long ago.
Even if his Immortal Foundation isn’t stable yet, we are also in our transformed states.”
Normally, the three of them would be more than enough.
If the opponent managed to kill the Tiger Ancestor in a duel, then they certainly had the capability to kill them too.