Chapter 1293: The Immortal Chu Vast Land Erased from the Myriad Worlds—This Reason Alone Is Sufficient
Chapter 1293: The Immortal Chu Vast Land Erased from the Myriad Worlds—This Reason Alone Is Sufficient
This unimaginably powerful enemy once again stood beyond the heavens of the Immortal Chu Vast Land, as calm and indifferent as he had been that day.
His deep eyes seemed devoid of any emotion, utterly unmoved by the devastation unfolding before him.
"Why... why does it still end like this?"
Chu Gucheng was besieged by multiple foes, blood seeping from his nose and mouth, his body shattered, his armor completely destroyed. His eyes, filled with unwillingness, were fixed on Gu Changge.
After the incident that had inadvertently alarmed the Land of Truth, Gu Changge had chosen to withdraw without further action, allowing Chu Gucheng a brief respite.
He had thought he would at least have some time to recover.
But who could have imagined that in less than a month, the Immortal Chu Vast Land would face annihilation?
Everything had happened far too quickly—that fleeting moment of respite had vanished in an instant.
The outcome seemed to have been sealed that very day. All his struggles and efforts over these past days had been in vain.
Gu Changge watched calmly from beyond the heavens, never interfering, waiting for the final curtain to fall upon the Immortal Chu Vast Land.
Yet Chu Gucheng, surrounded and battered, continued to stare at him with unyielding defiance.
At that moment, he noticed Gu Changge's lips move slightly. But the distance was too great—he couldn't hear what Gu Changge was saying.
Unwilling to accept this, Chu Gucheng kept his gaze locked on him.
Seeing this, Gu Changge finally seemed to feel a trace of pity for Chu Gucheng. A faint smile curled at the corner of his lips, as though he were observing a dying insect struggling in vain.
Chu Gucheng was struck again—a palm strike shattered the remaining armor on his chest, nearly piercing through his torso.
And at last, he deciphered Gu Changge's words:
"Because I am an enemy you can never hope to defeat."
"So that's it... so that's it..."
Chu Gucheng's face twisted in despair as his body plummeted from the sky, his flesh torn apart, blood gushing from every pore, drenching his battle robes in crimson.
"Ruler—!"
Many of his loyal generals cried out in alarm. One tried to rush forward to catch his falling body.
But a terrifying fist imprint descended from afar, shaking heaven and earth. With a deafening boom, the man exploded into a mist of blood, his body and soul annihilated on the spot.
"Kill them! If they seek to destroy our Immortal Chu Vast Land, then we'll fight to the last! No one shall trample upon our homeland!"
The Eight-Headed True God, once Chu Gucheng's trusted subordinate, roared in fury. He had nearly been dispatched to investigate the Heavenslayers Alliance within the Immortal Spirit Civilisation but was recalled by Chu Gucheng midway, narrowly escaping disaster.
Now, his eyes burned with rage—every head blazing with wrath.
Abandoning all caution, he charged forward fearlessly, clashing with a Dao Realm expert. Boundless energy erupted between them, annihilating the surrounding cosmos.
Then, another Dao Realm existence joined the fray. The two combined forces, ultimately slaying the Eight-Headed True God, his blood staining the depths of space.
Chu Gucheng lay in a pool of blood, his vision blurring.
He saw his former subordinates fighting desperately. Even the Champion General Chu Heng, who had nearly turned against him in the grand hall, was now locked in fierce combat with multiple enemies, leading his troops in a bloody last stand.
Everywhere, the scene was equally tragic—some surrendered and fled, while others resisted to the death.
His descendants fought fiercely; some of his former consorts fled with hoarded treasures, while others battled until their last breath.
Regret gnawed at Chu Gucheng's heart. Had he made a different choice, would things have turned out differently?
But he had no other options. An unseen hand had orchestrated everything, pushing him step by step into this hopeless abyss.
BOOM!
The heavens trembled as a jade-white palm descended once more, destabilizing the very fabric of the world, as though intent on wiping it from existence.
"Where has the Immortal Chu Vast Land imprisoned the Primary Hope Saintess?" Xi Yin's voice was icy as she loomed over Chu Gucheng, her palm radiating terrifying Great Dao pressure.
Chu Gucheng threw his head back and laughed, ignoring the blood gushing from his grievous wounds.
"The Primary Hope Saintess insisted on opposing my Immortal Chu Vast Land. I have already exiled her to the depths of the boundless void. You will never find her!"
With a roar, he surged back into the sky, his hair wild, his body drenched in blood, like a man possessed.
All the divine abilities, supreme techniques, and forbidden weapons he had mastered over countless epochs erupted in a dazzling display of power, shaking the past and present.
It was as though countless suns exploded in the vast cosmos, unleashing cataclysmic energy that overturned heaven and earth, annihilating everything in its wake. The surrounding time and space silently disintegrated.
Even Ancestral Dao Realm existences paled in fear.
Chu Gucheng was fighting with his life on the line—determined to drag his enemies down with him.
"You're courting death."
Xi Yin was utterly enraged, her true form descending as she raised her palm to obliterate everything. Countless Great Dao radiances surged between her jade-like fingers, with billions of mystic arts manifesting. It was as if she stood at the dawn of creation, about to split open the primordial chaos anew.
With a flick of her hand, stars reformed one after another, blazing with resplendent light and wreathed in chaotic mist as they crashed forward.
The battle, capable of overturning past and present, instantly spread across boundless spacetime. Vast swathes of rules and order were annihilated, causing countless living beings and cultivators to tremble in fear.
"This outcome is what you wanted to see, isn't it?"
A soft sighing voice suddenly whispered by Gu Changge's ear.
Ling Yuxian stood gracefully against the wind at the bow of the ancient warship, her dark hair fluttering as her bright eyes watched the brutal battle unfolding in the Immortal Chu Vast Land.
Gu Changge didn't turn around, his gaze remaining calmly fixed on the scenes of battle all around them.
"Expected," he replied indifferently.
"The Immortal Chu Vast Land is truly being destroyed just like this..."
Ling Yuxian didn't feel much pity for the Immortal Chu Vast Land, but witnessing such an immortal kingdom rapidly collapsing still stirred complex emotions within her.
Mountains and rivers crumbled, the earth split apart, and floating immortal mountains and islands suspended in the sea of stars collapsed into ruin. Even further away, life-bearing stars were quickly extinguished into eternal silence. The scene was tragic, yet undeniably magnificent.
The starry river spanning the heavens and the boundless cosmos all resembled brilliant fireworks—blooming with breathtaking beauty for but a moment before fading into eternal darkness.
"The Immortal Chu Vast Land brought this upon itself. This is its fate." Gu Changge withdrew his gaze and glanced at Ling Yuxian, who stood beside him.
Ling Yuxian nodded slightly, unwilling to dwell on the topic. She stood so close to Gu Changge that the wind carried strands of her hair to brush against his chest, leaving behind a faint, delicate fragrance.
Her expression seemed hesitant, as if she wanted to say something.
"After your battle with Chu Gucheng... you didn't return to the Imperial Immortal Palace..." she finally murmured softly.
Ling Yuxian was deeply curious about why Gu Changge had drawn the attention of the Land of Truth that day, causing its phantom to manifest and survey the myriad worlds.
He had interfered with Chu Gucheng's Decay Tribulation—an act that should have implicated him in the tribulation's backlash. Yet, nothing had happened to him.
Afterward, Gu Changge had vanished. She had assumed he would return to the Imperial Immortal Palace, but even after she went back, she found no trace of him.
It wasn't until Jing Tianyuan, the Ancient Ancestor of the Jing Family, informed her that the Primary Hope Holy Church was rallying various orthodox forces to punish the Immortal Chu Vast Land that she finally saw Gu Changge again among the allied armies.
"Were you worried about my safety?" Gu Changge suddenly chuckled.
Ling Yuxian let out a soft "Mmm," not bothering to deny it.
"Since ancient times, those who attract the attention of the Land of Truth never meet a good end." Her flawless jade-like face, rosy lips, delicate nose, and shimmering eyes remained fixed on Gu Changge as she spoke.
Especially since Gu Changge had established the Heavenslayers Alliance—a "blasphemous" faction.
Now that she thought about it, it wasn't surprising that the Land of Truth had taken notice of him.
"What of the Land of Truth? One day, I will personally pay it a visit." Gu Changge merely smiled, unperturbed.
"Is that why you chose the name 'Heavenslayer'?" Ling Yuxian's bright eyes burned as she stared at him, as if suddenly understanding his intentions.
If this was Gu Changge's true purpose in founding the Heavenslayers Alliance...
Then, considering the alliance's stated principles and Gu Changge's actions since arriving in the Primary Hope Civilisation, everything made sense.
Ling Yuxian was no ordinary being. She knew exactly what the Land of Truth represented for the countless lives of the Boundless Expanse.
Even she and her elder sister, Ling Yuling, avoided touching upon or discussing this subject.
"Then what do you think my intentions should be? To dominate all worlds? To restore the Heaven’s Proxy Group? Or to usurp the Heavenly Dao Authority and unify the Boundless Expanse?" Gu Changge let out a soft laugh.
Ling Yuxian shook her head, her dark hair dancing in the wind. She met his gaze firmly. "No. I believe in you."
"Your belief means nothing to me. I don't need anyone's faith." Gu Changge chuckled dismissively, his expression returning to its usual calm indifference.
Ling Yuxian's expression grew complicated. The path of Heavenslaying was fraught with unimaginable difficulty. Countless Great Sages of the past had walked it, only to fail in the end. It was a road of thorns and mire—one that promised no return and no success.
For both the Nascent True Worlds and the Ancient True Worlds, every Great Tribulation brought forth waves of Heavenslayers. But what became of them? The more ignorant, the more fearless.
Even Ancestral Dao Realm experts who had survived seven Decay Tribulations—and even genuine Path's End figures—regarded the Land of Truth with reverence.
The higher one stood, the more one understood the sheer peril of this path... and the vanishingly slim chance of success.
Ling Yuxian followed Gu Changge as he left the ancient warship, her mind still swirling with these heavy thoughts. By the time she snapped out of her reverie, they had already arrived in a desolate star domain. Shattered remnants of celestial bodies drifted through the void, and in the distance, countless corpses lay strewn across the cosmos.
"Do you think it's that simple to stir up trouble in the Immortal Chu Vast Land and then just walk away unscathed while others fight desperately, forgetting life and death?"
Gu Changge walked unhurriedly through the starry void, his hands clasped behind his back, his tone indifferent.
The space before him blurred, ripples spreading like water. With a single finger pointed downward, the space shattered, and an aged figure coughed up blood as he was sent flying, his robes in tatters, his face covered in blood and terror.
"You... you..."
This was none other than Elder Jin from the Rising Dawn Civilisation.
He had once joined forces with Chu Gucheng and others to deal with Gu Changge but was severely injured in the battle. Since then, he had been recuperating in the Immortal Chu Vast Land, intending to leave and return to the Rising Dawn Civilisation once his injuries had somewhat healed.
Today, with the Immortal Chu Vast Land facing a great calamity, he naturally had no intention of staying behind to fight alongside the others and die here.
So, seizing the right opportunity, he had attempted to flee through space and time.
Unfortunately, Gu Changge had long since noticed him.
"You demon! Scheming against all living beings like this—sooner or later, you will suffer retribution. If the heavens don't punish you, someone else will!"
Elder Jin's face was drenched in blood. The shattering of space and Gu Changge's finger strike had nearly pierced through him. His original injuries worsened, and now, facing Gu Changge, escape was impossible.
"I am the heavens of all living beings in this world. Let's see who can punish me." Gu Changge let out a careless laugh, though his eyes remained icy.
"Cause and effect are cyclical. The seeds you sow today will bear fruit in the future. No matter how arrogant and domineering you are now, the day of reckoning will come."
Elder Jin's face twisted with unwillingness. He knew Gu Changge would never spare him.
Suddenly, an aura of terrifying intensity erupted from his withered brow, shaking the entire cosmos.
He intended to shatter his Dao Fruit and perish together with Gu Changge.
The self-destruction of an Ancestral Dao Realm existence was an event so rare it might not occur even once across countless epochs.
The River of Time manifested as the shockwaves of Elder Jin's impending explosion surged endlessly through time and space, washing over countless temporal and spatial nodes from antiquity to the present.
However, Gu Changge had long anticipated this move.
In his palm, a radiant sphere of light materialized, swirling with boundless Daoist essence, dazzling and profound. Within it, the stars of the heavens, infinite dimensions, and endless universes seemed to be contained.
This was the Civilisation's Supreme Treasure—the Sphere of Ambition.
Ssshh!
With a flick of Gu Changge's wrist, divine light erupted. The Sphere of Ambition, like a moon suspended above all realms, instantly engulfed Elder Jin.
The surging, boundless energy raged within like rivers and oceans, yet none of it could escape.
Elder Jin's eyes widened in disbelief, but he could only watch helplessly as the explosive force of his shattered Dao Fruit was swallowed whole by the sphere.
Though the Sphere of Ambition was not a First-Generation Civilisation Supreme Treasure, it was still a supreme treasure forged by a Supreme Civilisation with all its might and resources.
Containing the explosive energy of an Ancestral Dao Realm existence was effortless.
Gu Changge intended to refine the Sphere of Ambition anew, and the energy from Elder Jin's self-destruction would sustain its autonomous operation for countless years.
"Is that... a Civilisation's Supreme Treasure?"
Ling Yuxian stared in shock. She had expected the self-destruction of an Ancestral Dao Realm being to engulf the entire Immortal Chu Vast Land, annihilating everything around them.
Yet, in the end, it dissipated without a sound.
Gu Changge nodded slightly but offered no further explanation, casually storing the Sphere of Ambition away.
He had deliberately allowed Ling Yuxian to see this. The Sphere of Ambition was not a First-Generation Civilisation Supreme Treasure like the Gate of Eternal Life or the Mirror of Reincarnation. Even if others knew of it, it mattered little.
"This must be a treasure forged by later civilisations in imitation of the First-Generation Civilisation Supreme Treasures..."
Ling Yuxian quickly regained her composure. She had keen discernment and could distinguish between the Sphere of Ambition and supreme treasures like the Gate of Eternal Life.
Now that Gu Changge had revealed the Sphere of Ambition in front of her, did that mean he wasn't concerned about her knowing he was collecting Civilisation's Supreme Treasures?
The fall of an Ancestral Dao Realm existence would, in normal times, have stirred endless waves. But in the midst of this battlefield, few would even notice.
Too many living beings had perished. Streaks of blood-red light surged into the heavens, drowning the four seas and eight directions—each one the essence of a supreme existence.
Even Dao Realm experts had no chance of survival in this war, let alone lesser beings.
Amidst a shattered and desolate star system, a flying vessel wreathed in clear light streaked through the void, space trembling in its wake as ripples spread outward.
"Second Sister, the Immortal Chu Vast Land is gone... Where do we flee now?"
"Father... he's probably gone too."
The vessel was ancient, forged from multiple types of Mother Gold, allowing it to traverse the fractured void.
Now, many members of the Immortal Chu Vast Land's imperial family had gathered aboard, fleeing for their lives.
Chu Xinyue cradled a plain jade bottle in her arms. Having reverted to her original appearance, she naturally couldn't continue impersonating the Primary Hope Saintess at this point.
This flying vessel was a secret treasure, capable of obscuring fate and concealing all traces, ensuring their safe escape.
"Though the Immortal Chu Vast Land has fallen, as long as we survive, there will come a day for vengeance."
She gazed at the ruins behind them, vast territories swallowed by the flames of war, her eyes burning with hatred.