Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses-Chapter 538 - 535: The Calamity of a Strange God

Chapter 538 -535: The Calamity of a Strange God

In the void of endless darkness, a sparkling river flowed quietly, with neither its source nor its end in sight.

This was the River of Sword Dao, situated within the space of the Great Dao. There were no stars here, no worlds, only endless darkness, and it was the only light in that darkness.

The River of Sword Dao was vast and boundless, radiating an ancient and eternal aura.

Somewhere along the River of Sword Dao, two figures were engaging in battle, their forms weaving and sword qi crisscrossing. Their sword qi was incredibly powerful, but when it fell into the vast River of Sword Dao, not even a splash was raised.

As the scene zoomed in, looking from behind the two men, the River of Sword Dao seemed like an immense ocean, endless from any direction one looked.

The collision of two strands of sword qi, carrying the dominant might that could shatter heavens and earth, forced both figures to retreat in unison, creating a distance of ten thousand miles between them.

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One of them, dressed in a blue robe and holding a wooden sword, directed his gaze toward his distant opponent, squinting as he spoke, “Such a nimble sword, do you hail from the Canglan Sword Domain?”

The other sword cultivator, dressed in white robes, held a long, slender black sword in his hand, the blade glinting with flowing light as if water slid across it.

In response to the inquiry, the white-robed sword cultivator snorted coldly, “Your sword carries a fighting spirit. I didn’t expect Battle Court to have people dedicated to the Sword Dao. I had thought Battle Court was all full of obsessive lunatics.”

The blue-robed sword cultivator answered, “Continuing our fight won’t decide a victor.”

The white-robed sword cultivator remained silent, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

In the Canglan Sword Domain, his Sword Dao might not be the strongest, but he was invincible amongst his peers in the same realm, capable of sweeping through opposition even when entering a new Great Realm.

But today, he had met his match, and to make matters feel worse, his opponent came from the very Battle Court he disdained.

For a force like the Battle Court to produce a swordsmanship genius he could not defeat was incredibly frustrating for him.

The blue-robed sword cultivator was about to speak again when he suddenly turned his head, and not just him, the white-robed sword cultivator also glanced in the same direction.

They both looked towards the same direction, only to see sword qi surging out from within the River of Sword Dao, amassing into a figure on the surface of the river.

Seeing this figure, both sword cultivators frowned simultaneously, a sense of unease filling their hearts.

Far in front of Mountain of Ten Thousand Swords, Gu An also saw this figure. He was unable to deduce the figure’s causality, signifying the person’s high level of Cultivation.

Under Gu An’s gaze, the mysterious figure slew two Profound Yuan Free Immortals with a single slash, then turned and walked into the River of Sword Dao, disappearing from sight.

Although he couldn’t see through the figure’s causal origins, he felt the use of the Sacred Heart Sword Dao.

Speaking of which, even the Silent Destruction God Emperor could not progress in his path upon seeing the Sacred Heart Sword Dao. Just how alluring was the draw of the Sacred Heart Sword Dao?

Although Gu An could control the Sacred Heart Sword Dao, he merely borrowed its power and was unable to extract the Sacred Heart Sword Dao from the River of Sword Dao. He could allow others to cultivate the Sacred Heart Sword Dao or forbid it.

However, before he integrated the memories of Yang Xian, someone had already begun cultivating the Sacred Heart Sword Dao, and he had no desire to cut off their progress.

Gu An retracted his gaze and continued to stand still in place.

After a long time,

Chen Chuan arrived beside Gu An and said, “Master, I have encountered a bottleneck.”

Gu An spoke softly, “The time has not come.”

Chen Chuan was taken aback, he scratched his head and said awkwardly, “Master, I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“The hardest part of immortal cultivation is enduring the years. To resist loneliness and inner restlessness is even more difficult than breaking through realms,” Gu An said casually. After speaking, he turned and walked away.

Chen Chuan followed his steps and said, “I heard disciples from Qiankun Sect discussing someone named Li Ya, who wields the Nine Extremes Sacred Heart Sword. Is the Nine Extremes Sacred Heart Sword the one I wanted to obtain thousands of years ago?”

With his current Dao practice, he didn’t need to leave the Daoist Field of the Beginningless to peek into Qiankun Sect.

Unable to leave the dojo, Qiankun Sect thus became his channel to understand the outside world, and not just for him, it was the same for others within the dojo.

Apart from Shen Zhen, An Xin, the Blood Prison Great Saint, the White Spirit Rat, the others dared not leave the dojo, nor did they challenge Gu An’s different treatment of certain individuals, because they knew these people would follow Gu An eternally, while they themselves did not have such firm resolve. Gu An’s decision to keep them was also out of the hope that they would accumulate strength.

“Mm.”

Gu An responded, and after thousands of years had passed, Chen Chuan finally wanted to go out into the world, both to investigate the cause of his parents’ deaths and to satisfy his curiosity about the world.

He felt his sword should unsheath, to let the world witness his strength.

Seeing Gu An’s indifferent attitude, Chen Chuan didn’t know what to say.

Gu An stopped in his tracks and pointed a finger at Chen Chuan’s forehead.

Chen Chuan couldn’t react in time and was instantly immobilized, completely frozen.

Gu An then continued on his way.

After a while,

Chen Chuan awoke with a start, his back drenched in sweat, and he couldn’t help but gasp for air.

He genuinely felt the sword aura of two Sword Cultivators on the River of Sword Dao and saw how they died.

At first, he had admired the figures of the two Sword Cultivators, but then a mysterious entity appeared and extinguished them with a single sword strike.

Chen Chuan’s pride was dampened, and he could appreciate the painstaking care of his master.

“I’m not strong enough yet, the time hasn’t come…” Chen Chuan muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming resolute.

Night fell, and Gu An was reading in the study, the candlelight illuminating his face. At the table, there was another person reading—it was Shen Zhen.

Shen Zhen had idle time, disliking Qi Absorption Cultivation. Whatever book Gu An was reading, she would also read, and the two would often discuss; Gu An also enjoyed discussing with her.

The two were initially connected by their love for books, the books that Gu An enjoyed reading, she would also read, and they would even write books for each other.

Gu An was engrossed in his book when he suddenly heard the Divine Exotic Immortal Spirit speak.

At that moment, Shen Zhen looked up, her voice excited, “This plot twist is great! In a rainy night, they start fighting over a blood feud, and when the male lead is gravely injured, they share an intimate moment to settle regrets, then kill him amid complex emotions!”

Gu An gave her a look and said, “Can you not read these chaotic books?”

He put down the book in his hand and took the book Shen Zhen was holding, then studied it carefully.

Shen Zhen chuckled and fetched another book from the shelf beside her.

“Master, please save him. I feel if he dies, I might die too!”

The voice of the Divine Exotic Immortal Spirit rang out in Gu An’s heart, anxious.

It was speaking of the Divine Exotic Realm Master, the source of power of Divine Exotic City.

Gu An, annoyed, replied in his heart, “With me here, even if he dies, you won’t die.”

Upon hearing this, the Divine Exotic Immortal Spirit was overjoyed, thanked him, and then dared not bother Gu An any further.

Since entering the Heaven Balancing Golden Immortal Realm, Gu An’s sense of karma had reached new heights. Two thousand years ago, he had heard Zhang Buku’s cry for help, but he wanted to use this crisis to make Zhang Buku stronger, so he had not intervened.

When the time was right, he would naturally take action.

After the Divine Exotic Immortal Spirit calmed down, Gu An’s thoughts drifted.

He thought of Zhang Chunqiu, his first senior brother when he first joined the Supreme Sect.

He remembered how Zhang Chunqiu used to train him and Meng Lang, as if it were a scene from the distant past.

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“Senior brother, your son will eventually go to Reincarnation to find you. I look forward to the day we can reunite,” Gu An said with a slight smile, thinking to himself.

In his pupils, a figure appeared: a lean monk that seemed ghostly.

Buddha Immortal!

If Zhang Buku could not deal with the Buddha Immortal, then Gu An, as his martial uncle, naturally had to stand up for him.

It just so happened that the Buddha Immortal had a good relationship with the Silent Destruction God Emperor.