Even Gu Changge Is on the Brink of Death—It Seems the Outside World Is About to Change
Even Gu Changge Is on the Brink of Death—It Seems the Outside World Is About to Change
Grey fog surged as Grand Runes interwove and cascaded down through the void, condensing into a Grand Flask that devoured every last trace of Prince Shen’s bloodline Source.
The many inherited Transcendent techniques flashed rapidly through Gu Changge’s mind like fleeting shadows.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, paying little mind to these heavenly techniques that were originally the ultimate inheritances of Sky Emperor Shen.
That Sacred Emperor Realm divine lamp bobbed within the flask for a moment—a single wisp of its flame could have burned the sky itself to collapse—but its radiance quickly dimmed.
The artifact spirit deity within let out uneasy, terrified shrieks, but within a few breaths it faded into nothingness, returning to silence.
Even a Grand Flask condensed merely from Grand Runes, when wielded with Gu Changge’s current strength, contained unimaginably terrifying divine might.
Without a true wielder to activate it, a Sacred Emperor Artifact’s spirit—even if awakened—was like duckweed without roots, utterly incapable of holding out for long.
“I just wonder what kind of Heavenly Gift will drop this time...”
Gu Changge stood tall in the void, white robes fluttering, murmuring softly to himself, his expression as if he had merely done something trivially easy.
Afterward, he moved to erase the various traces before him, then fabricated the impression of a terrifying great battle.
In particular, the aura of Demonic Arts permeated and interwove through every inch of the void—any cultivator who stepped into this place would feel their whole body turn cold, their hair standing on end.
Dread, heart-palpitations, terror, horror!
This place had already transformed into a ghastly, hell-like region of terror.
Not only was it filled with the aura of Eternal Overcast, but it now also surged with the dense aura of Taboo Demonic Arts, like a cosmic black hole capable of devouring anything into its depths.
At this point, if any Elder rushed over and used tracing methods to investigate, they would feel as though their very soul was freezing and cracking.
Untraceable, unfindable!
Most importantly, they would sense how brutal the battle had been—even to the point of feeling that had they themselves participated, they would not have escaped with their lives.
“This way, who could possibly figure out what actually happened here?”
“No, only I know what happened...”
Gu Changge couldn’t help but chuckle, then turned his gaze to the golden treasure chest in his hand.
The instant he killed Ying Shuang, the System had notified him—and along with it, the mission he had previously accepted to kill a Fortuitous One was conveniently completed as well.
As for the various Fortuity points and Fatums, he didn’t much care about those.
He was just a little curious about what this Heavenly Gift Treasure Chest would contain.
Though compared to the faintly purple chest that dropped when he killed the Mortal One back then, this one seemed rather shabby.
Of course, he wasn’t surprised. After all, not every Fortuitous One was like the Mortal One. What did this Body Possession-type Fortuitous One have besides a bit of dumb luck?
He couldn’t even bring out the most basic strength of his body’s original owner.
“Open the Heavenly Gift Treasure Chest?”
“Open.” A strange glint flashed through Gu Changge’s eyes.
Weng!!
Accompanied by a burst of dazzling golden light before his eyes, a crown shrouded in greyish-brown divine radiance leapt out, flickering and bobbing within the glow.
Wisps of misfortune-symbolizing aura condensed and manifested within it, coiling up and down—eerie yet ancient, carrying a natural Daoist charm.
“Grey Fortuity Crown?”
Gu Changge raised an eyebrow slightly and quickly understood the function of this Grey Fortuity Crown.
In truth, it was fundamentally different from the Amethyst Fortuity Crown he had obtained after killing the Reincarnation of the Mortal One.
The Amethyst Fortuity Crown reversed Fortuity, allowing the user’s Fortuity to rise dramatically for a short time—making them practically the heavens’ own beloved child.
However, the Amethyst Fortuity Crown had a limited number of uses; once exceeded, it would shatter and explode.
To this day, Gu Changge had yet to find the right occasion to use the Amethyst Fortuity Crown.
The Grey Fortuity Crown before him had exactly the opposite effect.
It could plunge the target’s Fortuity to its lowest point in a short time—including so-called heaven’s-favorite Fortuitous Ones.
There was no such thing as resistance or negation against it.
“The original Prince Ying was an unlucky bastard too—a perfectly fine son of a Sky Emperor getting his body snatched by a horse-feeding servant. That really does count as ’Fortuity’...”
“So that’s why this thing dropped for me...”
Gu Changge’s smile held a meaningful depth. Though this thing sounded rather useless,
that wasn’t actually the case. The Grey Fortuity Crown’s description stated it worked on any existence.
That naturally included those powerful cultivators beyond the Sacred Emperor Realm.
Such mighty beings were even more sensitive to the Fortuity of heaven and earth, constantly performing divinations and calculations.
With the Grey Fortuity Crown, perhaps while they were in secluded cultivation, a single bout of the Five Immortal Decays could carry them off directly.
For Gu Changge, this was an excellent tool for murder and robbery.
After all, Fortuity itself was ethereal and untraceable. Even Sacred Emperors would dread such a method—they would have no idea who was secretly plotting against them.
Afterward, he put away the Grey Fortuity Crown and glanced at the Fortuity points and Fatums gained this time—a full thirty thousand or so.
That could be exchanged for quite a few Bones of Absolute Detachment.
At Gu Changge’s current level, the Bones of Absolute Detachment actively provided him with insights into all manner of heavenly Daos and the truths of rules.
Combined with the Taboo Demonic Arts devouring various Source energies, he didn’t need to worry about cultivation at all.
Others broke through through secluded meditation and enlightenment—even Jiang Chuchu, the so-called reincarnated True Immortal, or Wang Zijin, a born saint among prodigies, had to advance step by step, slowly breaking through.
But Gu Changge didn’t need to worry about such things. When his cultivation reached the threshold, he would naturally break through.
He estimated that at this pace, it wouldn’t be long before he broke through to the Sacred King Realm.
“At this point, the Sources of various prodigies are no longer of much use to me. It’s time to consider making a move against the older generation.”
Gu Changge began pondering another matter. As things stood, even an ancient freak like Prince Shen
was of little use to him—nowhere near as profitable as a Fortuitous One like Ying Shuang.
So his cultivation definitely had to keep rising.
He hadn’t forgotten the demoness in red the System had mentioned before. Calculating from the time he had coaxed out of Yue Mingkong, her emergence into the world should be very soon.
A place like the Demon-Burying Abyss was somewhere even Sacred Emperors were unwilling to approach.
Combining his previous memories, Gu Changge knew that when he was the Demon Lord, his cultivation was inauspicious, unspeakable.
But judging by the degree of destroying all heavens with a single hand, it had already far surpassed the concept of Immortals.
The demoness in red could take a halberd strike head-on without dying, merely being struck down into the Demon-Burying Abyss—was that strength not horrifying enough?
As for whether he had held back back then, that was unclear, but the terror of the demoness in red was absolutely world-shaking.
“A hatred that even the deepest depths of the Nether cannot erase...”
Whenever he murmured this phrase, that red-clothed figure would always surface before Gu Changge’s eyes. Though he had a plan in mind, whether it would work was hard to say.
But soon, he set the matter aside—there were other things to arrange before him.
Gu Changge’s figure flashed, appearing atop a mountain peak not far away, gazing in another direction. Back then, Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, and Prince Shen had split up, and some time had passed since.
Jin Chan hadn’t caught up to anyone; unless he was a fool, he would turn back and head in this direction.
Moreover, Gu Changge always felt that Jin Chan was not as simple as he appeared on the surface. Perhaps even the likes of Heavenly Monarch Ziyang and the King of Six Crowns couldn’t compare to him.
Of course, judging purely by Fortuity points revealed nothing—this was mainly Gu Changge’s intuition after fighting him back then.
Still, no matter how extraordinary he was, Gu Changge didn’t need to care.
“Jin Chan should sense the abnormality here very soon and rush over.”
“Then let me give him a little surprise first...”
He couldn’t help but smile. With a wave of his sleeve, a majestic aura abruptly shot skyward, wrapped in the radiant glow of blood energy, bursting from every pore and shaking the heavens apart.
With such a disturbance, he refused to believe Jin Chan wouldn’t be drawn over.
Immediately after, from between Gu Changge’s brows, a deep, heart-palpitating demonic qi seeped out. Faintly, a small figure could be seen stepping forth, its features indifferent, identical to Gu Changge himself.
But quickly, its face was obscured by mist—even a Sacred Emperor could never hope to peer through it.
This was naturally Gu Changge’s Primordial Spirit.
Merely condensed through a visualization method.
Unspeakable, indescribable!
The next moment, a blurry and terrifying figure condensed behind him, its demonic might awe-inspiring, overwhelming the world.
Four black-robed Sacred Lord Realm puppets appeared, each holding interwoven black Grand Runes in their hands.
Finally, they condensed into a terrifying Grand Flask, bobbing beneath the sky.
......
Chi!!
On the other side, grey fog surged and the sky was incomparably dim.
A streak of golden light sped through it, divine talismans gleaming, Buddhist light flowing over its entire body.
On the monk’s robes, numerous phantoms of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas emerged—some solemn and dignified, others smiling with flowers in hand.
It was none other than Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk. At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, an uneasy premonition rising in his heart.
“It seems the Successor of Demonic Arts went in Prince Shen’s direction. Why do I suddenly feel so restless...”
“Counting the time, it’s about time to go back and check.”
“Beneath the Floating Temple, the Chan Buddhist robes, kowtowing before Buddha for thousands of years...”
Jin Chan sighed. Between his brows was a Buddhist seal, within which lay a seed like a morning sun, as if reflecting all directions from beneath a lake’s surface.
So even though this place was incomparably dark, it could not hinder his sight or his steps.
Rumors said his body contained one hundred and eight Buddhist Bones, but in truth, there were even more.
Within his Knowledge Sea, he innately carried the Light of Piousness, which he later cultivated into the Karma Seed, allowing him to bless the vows of Buddhist believers across heaven and earth at will.
Of course, this was his trump card, rarely revealed before outsiders—not even during his clash with Gu Changge at the gates of the True Immortal Academy.
“Prince Shen is likely more doomed than not.”
“The Successor of Demonic Arts led us here all this way—his intention is quite obvious...”
Jin Chan shook his head slightly and sighed, his face bearing a compassionate, world-pitying expression.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know what Prince Shen was thinking—he simply hadn’t pointed it out.
On the other hand, the strength of the Successor of Demonic Arts went without saying. Though he possessed a Buddha Heart, that didn’t mean he was stupid.
Slaying demons and defending the Dao was a matter of both word and deed.
With his Buddha Heart, he could illuminate mountains, rivers, and ten thousand blossoms—layer upon layer of deceit naturally could not escape his eyes.
Then, Jin Chan’s figure paused, transforming into Buddhist light that illuminated the sky as he turned back, not lingering any longer.
“Hopefully it’s still not too late.”
Before long, a surging aura came from within the grey fog.
Shaking his head, he quickly retraced his original path, hurrying toward the direction Prince Shen had departed. Along the way, he had already sensed the terrifying aftershocks of a battle.
Among them was another aura he knew very well.
Back during their clash at the gates of the True Immortal Academy, Jin Chan had already memorized Gu Changge’s aura—there was no way he could mistake it now.
So for a moment, he was somewhat stunned. He hadn’t expected Gu Changge to have already pursued ahead of him.
“Gu Changge—he actually came in too. Did he leave the Sacred Emperor Artifact outside?”
“I didn’t expect even he fell for the trap. The Successor of Demonic Arts deliberately used the Sacred Emperor Artifact to block the way, intending to trap and kill us all.”
“Amitabha. May Prince Shen and Young Master Changge both be safe.”
Jin Chan paused slightly, his figure manifesting within a mountain range. He traversed the area, and with each step, space shifted—his speed incomparably fast.
After pondering for a moment, he pressed his palms together toward the area and sighed, “It seems... this humble monk arrived a bit too late to this battle.”
Within this mountain range, he sensed Prince Shen’s aura—or rather, the remnants of it.
And the situation was very bad. That much he could feel.
However, though Jin Chan’s words carried compassion, his eyes were perfectly calm, without the slightest ripple.
He had long since guessed the Successor of Demonic Arts’ goal—he simply hadn’t pointed it out. And since Prince Shen had been so anxious back then, terrified the Successor of Demonic Arts would escape, he had said even less.
So this current outcome had long been within his expectations.
“Having the heart to subdue demons, but lacking the strength to do so—such is overestimating oneself...”
Jin Chan’s figure moved, monk robes fluttering, hurrying toward the mountain range ahead.
If his senses were correct, a battle had occurred there.
“Hm?”
However, when Jin Chan arrived and saw the situation within, he was immediately shaken—even his Buddha Heart wavered somewhat.
“Gu Changge...”
“To think he would have such a wretched day.”
Ripples arose on his calm face, but they quickly settled back into stillness.
High in the sky, grey fog billowed to the heavens, terrifying rules and order cascading down, obscuring everything, surging and raging.
A pitch-black expanse like an Astral River, heavy and dense.
A jet-black flask condensed from Grand Runes bobbed there, as if it would swallow the entire world.
A blurry figure, shrouded in black mist, features indiscernible, stood beneath the flask, its expression cold and mocking.
Beside it stood four Sacred Lord Realm beings, their hands evolving various runes, sealing off all eight directions of heaven and earth.
Every inch of the void was filled with a heart-palpating, spine-chilling aura.
Even Jin Chan couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his back. What kind of battle had taken place here?
Just the lingering aftershocks alone carried a terror that made one’s soul tremble.
“Gu Changge, you hunted me for so long.”
“Did you ever imagine this day would come!”
The black-mist-shrouded figure high above couldn’t help but laugh wildly and wantonly, incomparably smug, its chill soaring to the heavens.
Its face was obscured by mist, but judging by its aura, Jin Chan could conclude—it was the former Prince Ying, Ying Shuang.
Those four Sacred Lord Realm beings had also appeared at the Eternal Overcast Battlefield before—suspected to be subordinates of the Successor of Demonic Arts!
And below the mountain range, Gu Changge sat cross-legged, a page of Golden Decree unfurled before him, protecting him within.
But his current state was clearly wrong—his body was stained with blood, his aura in disarray.
Most terrifying of all was a wound that nearly pierced through his Dantian. Five-colored divine radiance flowed, accompanied by multicolored light, attempting to mend the injury.
But layer upon layer of black mist rose, corroding like acid, impossible to dispel, making Gu Changge’s face even paler and weaker, his gaze like a candle flame about to gutter out.
“His Source is damaged—even Gu Changge is on the verge of death...”
“And Prince Shen’s aura has vanished entirely.”
Jin Chan’s pupils contracted slightly. He hadn’t expected the outcome of this affair to exceed his imagination—it could only be described as utterly horrifying.
Once word spread, the outside world would surely erupt in a terrifying earthquake, sweeping across all directions, leaving no peace!
“It seems the outside world is about to change...”
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