Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

Chapter 694: Chapter 686: Myriad Supreme Palm

Son of Heaven?

Huang Feng Immortal Monarch?

Zhang Buku, upon hearing these two names, felt himself being swept into a terrifying conflict among the Immortal Gods.

However, he did not feel afraid, as he had no choice in the matter.

“The heavens have their own justice, accept the Celestial Punishment!”

The Celestial Calming God raised a giant sword, and a boundless burst of mana erupted, forming a towering Dharma Aspect tens of thousands of feet tall, also wielding a sword.

Without waiting for the Celestial Calming God’s command, the Dharma Aspect swung its blade, as if Pangu was splitting heaven and earth, cutting out a dazzling white light that seemed to want to cleave the cosmic void before it in half. The Qi Sea below the Great Dao churned violently, creating a spectacle of unparalleled grandeur.

All the Heavenly Soldiers held their breath, their eyes fixed intently forward, the bright light reflecting on their faces, their expressions so stern and unyielding.

It wasn’t the first time they had witnessed the Celestial Calming God in action, so they were not shocked, but each time they felt the immense power of the Celestial Calming God, their hearts would stir with hot-blooded ambition.

They too wanted to become such a dominating and powerful Celestial God!

As the Celestial Calming God’s Dharma Aspect swung its blade, the cosmic void ahead shattered in the white light, revealing an incredibly massive figure from the darkness, shrouded entirely in black aura, far larger than the ten-thousand-foot-high Dharma Aspect of the Celestial Calming God, making all the Heavenly Soldiers feel insignificant by comparison.

Many Heavenly Soldiers were startled. This figure’s demeanor seemed related to the Celestial Court, yet their appearance was akin to a Chaos Evil Demon, leading to more speculation about the Celestial Court.

“Form ranks, slay the foe!”

The voice of the Celestial Calming God roared like thunder, and without hesitation, he leapt forward, leading the charge towards the formidable figure.

Tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers immediately began to cast spells, forming ranks, as mighty Celestial Dao Destiny gathered together, creating an oppressive and terrifying momentum that soared higher and higher, as if the Majestic Might of Heaven was awakening.

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Time flew by, and it had already been ten thousand years since An Zizai returned.

An Zizai focused on his cultivation, making rapid progress in his cultivation level, yet the path of Immortal Cultivation is long. No matter how fast he cultivated within ten thousand years, he could not catch up with other Wushiji Disciples.

With those eight hundred years of experience, his Dao Heart became more stable, and he no longer desired to venture out for experience. He diligently practiced day and night, which greatly satisfied An Xin.

Gu An, however, was somewhat displeased, thinking that An Zizai had become less interesting.

He began to look forward to other disciples taking on apprentices.

After An Xin took on an apprentice, others indeed began to prepare to take on apprentices. However, with An Zizai’s exceptional talent, they had yet to find suitable candidates in the Qiankun Sect or the Nine Spirit Continent, so they had been waiting.

The world is vast, with many talents, but for the Nine Spirit Continent, a talent like An Zizai is incredibly rare, one in ten thousand years.

Days passed quietly, and Gu An occasionally paid attention to the state of the Path of the Great Dao. The Primordial Dao Emperor’s influence was growing, with the number of Dao Seekers exceeding three thousand, although many more desired to become the Primordial Dao Emperor, yet many perished on the journey.

On the Path of the Great Dao, some matters related to Zhang Buku also caught Gu An’s attention.

Shrouded by the Destiny of the Celestial Court, Zhang Buku’s actions were difficult to fully foresee, but his extensive activities always left traces, allowing one to follow his trail.

The Heavenly Army to which Zhang Buku belonged was active on the Path of the Great Dao, conquering in all directions, causing many forces to be apprehensive.

One of the followers of the Primordial Dao Emperor expressed confusion to others about why the Celestial Court was so ostentatious, unlike their past conduct.

Gu An did not interfere with the actions of the Celestial Court, as long as they posed no threat to him.

On this day, Gu An had just returned to the Daoist Field of the Beginningless, sitting on a cliff, playing with the wooden plaque formed by the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong, his gaze falling on the reincarnation of Taiyi Immortal Monarch.

This life’s Taiyi Immortal Monarch had lived for over ten thousand years, a disciple of one of the Hundred Sects in the Human World, considered to have exceptional talent, currently experiencing his own life.

The present Taiyi Immortal Monarch seemed to have fully integrated into the Celestial Spirit Great World, yet his Celestial Dao Immortal Position would eventually lead him out of this realm.

Aside from the Celestial Court coming to seek Taiyi Immortal Monarch, the reincarnation of the Chaos Evil Demon, Yuan Luo, had also sowed the seeds of disaster in this realm.

Gu An pondered on how to face the Celestial Court.

One day, he knew he would have to make a choice, whether to join the Celestial Court, oppose it, or live a life of hiding everywhere.

Just as Gu An contemplated the future, An Xin appeared behind him.

“Master, could you personally teach Zizai a piece of Great Divine Power?” An Xin asked after performing a bow to Gu An. The most powerful divine skill she mastered was the Immortal Emperor’s Eye, but this divine skill was strictly forbidden by Gu An to be passed on, so she dared not mention it to An Zizai.

An Zizai’s talent and comprehension were both excellent, and his current cultivation achievements were remarkable, excelling in all respects. However, this made him lack his unique skill, making An Xin feel it was a bit unsatisfactory.

In the Daoist Field of the Beginningless, everyone possessed a unique piece of Great Divine Power as their trump card.

Gu An responded, “He’s not worried himself, so why are you so anxious?”

An Xin replied helplessly, “He will eventually seek revenge on the Beidou Sect, where strong individuals abound and prodigies are numerous. With his abilities, it’s hard to exact revenge. Since he will inevitably face the Beidou Sect, why not teach him in advance?”

“Is that so?”

Gu An said lazily, showing little interest in teaching that boy An Zizai.

An Xin squatted beside him, grabbed his arm, and started to act coy, continuously pleading with him, abandoning her usual serious and solemn demeanor. If An Zizai saw this, he would no doubt be stunned.

“Alright, alright.”

Unable to withstand his beloved apprentice’s coquetry, Gu An could only agree.

“There’s no better time than the present, I’ll teach him today!”

An Xin, delighted, stood up and disappeared from the spot with him.

A stick of incense’s time later, a refreshed An Zizai, clad in clean robes, arrived behind Gu An, respectfully saluting, unable to show the same disrespect to Gu An as in his youth. Only after experiencing certain things did he realize how difficult everything he had now was to obtain.

And everything he now possessed was brought to him by the Ancestor.

Even when his Master took him as a disciple, it required the approval of the Ancestor.

“What divine skill do you want to learn?”

Gu An asked as he stood up, turning to face him.

The breeze grazed Gu An’s black attire, and he still exuded the carefree immortal aura that transcended worldly constraints.

On the way, An Zizai had already made up his mind, and he answered without hesitation, “I want to learn a divine skill that can bring justice to the world, capable of forcefully suppressing all injustice!”

Gu An’s lips curled slightly, amusedly saying, “Speak so righteously, isn’t it just about wanting a sufficiently domineering divine skill?”

An Zizai scratched his head in embarrassment after hearing this.

Seeing this gesture, Gu An inwardly nodded in satisfaction. This was more like him in the past, not so weary and stagnant.

“I recently created a palm technique that may satisfy you,” continued Gu An.

“You just created it?”

An Zizai hesitated slightly, suspecting that the Ancestor wanted to use him to test it out.

Though he had changed greatly in character, his memory remained, and the Ancestor was great in all respects, except that he loved to tease him!

Gu An introduced, “This palm technique is named Myriad Supreme Palm, consisting of seven palms. Mastering the first palm alone is enough to quell all chaos in the world.”