Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

That ocean of fortune, formed by the convergence of countless sword intents, has now completely solidified.

A completely new and supreme Daoist aura spread throughout the primordial world.

It is filled with unparalleled sharpness and a pure killing intent.

It does not respect Heaven, nor does it revere Earth; it does not enter the realm of immortals, nor does it belong to the divine path.

That is the way of the sword!

It belongs exclusively to the Jie Sect and to the supreme Dao of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sword Cultivators!

Boom!

The primordial energy descending from the heavens grew ever more vast and powerful, pouring entirely into the airspace above Golden Turtle Island.

The Way of Heaven is celebrating this newly born Great Way!

Or perhaps, it is a final congratulatory gift for this variable that has jumped off the chessboard.

On Jin'ao Island.

Countless disciples of the Jie Sect were bathed in this new Taoist charm and boundless fortune.

They could clearly feel that after the foundation of immortality within them was severed, a purer and more powerful force was growing wildly.

With each breath, their understanding of the sword deepened.

Every moment, the magical power within them was transforming into a new power called Sword Essence.

"Hahaha! This is the way of the sword! I feel it! I can cleave the sky with a single sword strike!"

"Exhilarating! I've never felt so exhilarated before! This is true cultivation, this is true seeking of the Dao!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Changqing, thank you, Master!"

"Our Jie Sect shall rise to prominence!"

The deafening cheers and the soaring sword cries merged into a torrent that shook the heavens and the earth.

The Tongtian Sect Leader watched this scene unfold before him, feeling the transformative changes in his disciples and the overwhelming aura of the Jie Sect.

A long-lost, genuine smile appeared on his face.

He looked at Gu Changqing beside him and smiled with satisfaction.

"Changqing, my disciple, I must thank you."

Tongtian's words came from the bottom of his heart.

Honestly, even he might not be able to lead the Jie Sect down this path.

Gu Changqing simply waved his hand, picked up his wine gourd, took a swig, and remained as lazy as ever.

"Well....."

"Master, there's no need for this!"

He responded so casually.

Nuwa and Houtu stood aside, watching the group chatting happily, and seeing this scene of great prosperity, they were filled with emotion.

Perhaps, this is the true source of vitality.

The entire primordial world seemed to be immersed in the shock brought about by this unprecedented upheaval.

however.

In a spatial rift unknown to anyone.

A pair of eyes were fixed intently on the direction of Jin'ao Island.

In those eyes, there was no shock, no envy, only endless resentment and unyielding hatred.

The figure was withered and dejected, exuding an aura of decay and decay, and no longer possessed the majesty of a Heavenly Saint.

This is precisely the guidance.

After his Dao Heart collapsed at Zixiao Palace and he left in a sorry state, he wandered aimlessly through the primordial world like a walking corpse.

He lost his junior brother Zhunti, the future of the Western Sect, and even his own path.

Everything he had was destroyed.

Today, he wandered here and happened to witness the magnificent scene of the new generation of the Jie Sect and the attainment of enlightenment by ten thousand immortals.

The cheers of the Jie Sect, Tongtian's laughter, Gu Changqing's composure, Nuwa's satisfaction...

All of this was like the sharpest knives, relentlessly cutting and scraping at the ruins of his Dao heart.

Why!

Why is it that the Western Sect was destroyed, his fellow disciples died and their paths disappeared, while the Jie Sect was able to rise from the ashes and become even better than before!

Why is it that he, who guides others, becomes a wandering ghost, while Gu Changqing is surrounded by admirers and enjoys endless glory?

hatred!

Boundless hatred, like the karmic fire in the deepest part of hell, scorched every inch of his true soul.

He thought of Zhunti.

I thought of my junior brother's unwilling and desperate cries before he died.

"Junior Brother Zhunti..."

The guide's body trembled violently, and his withered face was contorted with extreme pain and rage.

He wants revenge!

He must take revenge!

This thought has become his only reason to live.

His gaze pierced through the endless void, locking onto the drunkard who was chatting and laughing with Tongtian.

Gu Changqing!

it's him!

This drunkard ruined everything for him!

kill him!

A crazy idea roared in Jieyin's mind.

However, the moment his killing intent rose, a fear originating from the depths of his true spirit was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

He dare not.

He really didn't dare.

Even just watching from afar, the pure and extreme sword intent that seemed capable of annihilating all the ancient heavens sent a shiver down his spine.

He had no doubt that as long as he dared to appear in front of Gu Changqing, even without Gu Changqing making a move, the sword intent gathered by ten thousand immortals alone could completely tear him, a saint with a shattered Dao heart, to pieces.

Moreover, there's Gu Changqing's mysterious and unpredictable methods, capable of slaying even saints.

That's not fighting, that's courting death.

The madness on Jieyin's face gradually faded, replaced by a deeper, colder resentment.

Unable to defeat them by force...

Then let's use a plan!

I am a Heavenly Saint, having cultivated for countless years and witnessed more conspiracies and schemes than the sands of the Ganges!

Your swordsmanship is unparalleled, and your combat prowess is profound; I acknowledge that.

But what about the others?!

Jieyin's gaze began to move back and forth between the people around Gu Changqing.

Reaching the heavens...

Hou Tu...

Nuwa...

Each of them had a close relationship with Gu Changqing.

Tongtian and he had become both teacher and friend, and he was even willing to risk the fate of the entire Jie Sect.

Houtu created the underworld and governs reincarnation, which is also inextricably linked to Gu Changqing.

As for Nuwa?!

The humanitarian principles he upheld owe a great deal to Gu Changqing.

The guide's gaze settled on Nuwa.

He saw the undisguised admiration and affection Nuwa showed when she looked at Gu Changqing.

A thought, like a venomous snake, quietly took root in his mind and grew wildly.

A head-on collision is like an egg hitting a rock.

But what if it collapses from within?

What if these people he trusts most betray him one by one and leave him?

What if we let him experience the taste of being betrayed and abandoned by everyone, and being all alone?

That kind of pain must be far more wonderful than killing him with a sword, right?

"Ha ha……"

"Hehehehe..."

A dry and eerie laugh came from the guide's throat.

A chilling smile appeared on his withered face.

He found a new "path".

A path to revenge, filled with darkness and malice.

“Gu Changqing, you have severed the path of immortality and given the Jie Sect a path to heaven.”

"But I'd like to see if you can manage those billions of humans."

Jieyin muttered something under his breath, his words utterly devoid of any attempt to conceal his malice.

Then, his sinister gaze shifted and looked towards the boundless human territory!