Those Two Really Can Endure, and Their Injuries Are Even More Shocking and Spectacular
Those Two Really Can Endure, and Their Injuries Are Even More Shocking and Spectacular
Meanwhile, in the outside world where the Eternal Overcast Fog surged, streaks of divine rainbows came rushing from among the various mountain peaks. They were all prodigies and Cultivators who, upon hearing the news of this place, had hurried over at once.
For a time, this place became incredibly lively.
Prodigies from several ancient empires had all gathered here.
The mysterious King of Six Crowns, dressed in grey robes, of medium build, his face shrouded in mist, arrived riding a white immortal crane, looking down from above.
Within his eyes, streaks of divine radiance flashed past, runes evolving and manifesting numerous terrifying scenes as he deduced what had happened within.
At this moment, even he felt a sense of unease rising in his heart, faintly experiencing a feeling of heart-palpitating dread.
“There is great danger hidden within. This time, the Successor of Demonic Arts designed this scheme to lure so many prodigies here—he must have put in ruthless effort, otherwise it couldn’t be like this.”
“This is a long-premeditated plot. Ying Shuang, I underestimated you...”
The King of Six Crowns couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. Then he glanced at the Sacred Emperor Grade weapon still locked in confrontation in the distance and frowned.
“Gu Changge’s Sacred Emperor Grade weapon was left behind here. Whether he anticipated this point is unknown. It seems both he and Prince Shen are more likely doomed than not.”
“Taking such a huge risk, the Successor of Demonic Arts must be confident of success.”
Another Ranked Disciple appeared beside the King of Six Crowns, with a devastatingly beautiful face and a tall figure.
Between her brows was the mark of a divine phoenix, and on her back spread a pair of flowing, radiant phoenix wings like flowing divine flames—it was none other than the Phoenix Lady.
She too had rushed here, but like the King of Six Crowns, she was wary of the methods within and had not chosen to enter.
“Ying Shuang doing this—he must be thinking of trapping and killing those hunting him down.”
The King of Six Crowns nodded. He admitted he had misjudged back then; he never expected Ying Shuang to have hidden himself so well, actually deceiving even his eyes.
Such vicious calculation and methods, and such audacity—even he had to take it seriously.
Though, this did match the Successor of Demonic Arts he had known before.
“I hope Young Master Changge, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk, and Prince Shen are all unharmed.”
The Phoenix Lady said, “Otherwise, in the future there may truly be no one who can contend against the Successor of Demonic Arts.”
“Gu Changge is so strong, and it has always been him scheming against others—how could he possibly be schemed against by someone else?”
“It’s impossible for anything to happen to him.”
On a mountain range, Gu Xianer’s figure appeared, her skin like ice and bones like jade, her dress fluttering, her face cold and clear, yet her dark brows tightly furrowed.
Though she said this, she simply could not calm down at this moment, worry inevitably welling up within her.
Truly, one wave had yet to settle when another rose. They had agreed to go rescue the kidnapped Qing Xiaoyi.
But Gu Changge had vanished midway, saying he had learned of the Successor of Demonic Arts’ whereabouts and had rushed to the Black Tortoise Empire one step ahead of her.
Yet Gu Xianer never imagined that after arriving here, what she would hear was news of Gu Changge and the others falling victim to the Successor of Demonic Arts’ scheme, their fates now unknown.
This made her heart deeply uneasy and worried, even though she knew full well that Gu Changge was strong, that no one could harm him.
Besides, if something happened to him, that would mean no one could bully her anymore.
But Gu Xianer couldn’t feel happy about it at all.
After all, that was the Successor of Demonic Arts!
Gu Changge had grievously wounded him multiple times—how much he hated Gu Changge went without saying. With such a golden opportunity, how could he possibly let it slip?
Thinking of this, Gu Xianer began egging on Gu Changge’s many followers, having them rouse the crowd of prodigies.
If she rashly went in at this time, she would only bring trouble to Gu Changge and become a burden.
But with more people, things would be more or less different.
It had to be said, her method was very effective. The many prodigies were deeply encouraged and suddenly gained confidence.
“Forget it, with so many of us now, we’ll all go in together. I refuse to believe the Successor of Demonic Arts can be so arrogant.”
“Yes, yes, what’s there to be afraid of at a time like this? Young Master Changge and the others have all rushed in. At a time like this, can we only cower here? We’d be unworthy of the word ‘prodigy.’”
Soon, many people were filled with righteous indignation. They were all young prodigies, hot-blooded and vigorous, unable to tolerate a grain of sand in their eyes.
Hearing the heavenly blessed maidens beside them secretly comparing them to Gu Changge and the others, they immediately felt their faces burn with shame, feeling this was unjustifiable.
After all, eliminating the Successor of Demonic Arts was not solely the affair of Gu Changge and the others.
Every Cultivator was duty-bound, obligated without excuse.
Thinking this, the many prodigies instantly gained confidence.
With so many people, no matter how many tricks the Successor of Demonic Arts had, could he really trap and kill all of them inside?
“As expected, saying it this way works.”
Gu Xianer nodded slightly, then her figure moved, leaving the mountain peak and following within the crowd toward the Eternal Overcast.
Because the two Sacred Emperor Grade weapons were locked in confrontation, no creatures jumped out to intercept them, and they made their way deep into the Eternal Overcast without incident.
“Senior Brother Changge absolutely must not come to harm.” Yin Mei’s face was full of worry.
Gu Xianer had never had a good expression toward this fox spirit back at Skyward Schloss, but now, seeing her so concerned about Gu Changge, her attitude inexplicably softened quite a bit.
Now was not the time for petty tempers.
The King of Six Crowns, the Phoenix Lady, and the others, their eyes gleaming with strange light, also followed behind at this time, each harboring their own calculations, not intending to walk at the front—if they encountered an ambush, they could retreat at the first moment.
As the finest of the younger generation, none of them were easy marks.
...
Boom rumble rumble!
Above the firmament, grey fog billowed to the heavens. Four Great Sages shrouded in black robes struck out, sealing off every inch of the void.
Grand Runes interwove and cascaded down, forming a Grand Flask that rose and fell within, exuding surging divine might, as if a vast Astral River were about to press down.
“Gu Changge, I’d like to see how long you can hold out!”
“When you hunted me down back then, Gu Changge, you should have thought of this day. Soon you’ll go down to keep that idiot Prince Shen company.”
Arrogant and domineering laughter resounded through the high skies.
The figure concealed by thick fog coldly watched below. Though he had noticed Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s arrival,
he had no interest in him whatsoever.
Right now, in his eyes, there was only Gu Changge!
As if once he killed Gu Changge, no one under heaven would be able to oppose or restrain him again.
Hearing these words, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk could hardly maintain his earlier composure, his heart trembling.
He had previously guessed that Gu Changge and Prince Shen might have fallen for the Successor of Demonic Arts’ scheme, and guessed the two might suffer a great loss this time.
But he truly never expected the battle that had occurred to be so brutal, to the point that Prince Shen might already have... fallen.
Once word of what happened here spread, it would set off boundless waves. The Successor of Demonic Arts’ domineering edge would once again shock the world.
After sensing repeatedly, even secretly activating his Seed of Merit, he finally discovered... Prince Shen’s aura had vanished!
What Ying Shuang said was no lie.
Gu Changge also looked like his Source had been severely wounded, sitting cross-legged there, eyes slightly lowered, his expression without ripple.
But his aura was also quite listless, no longer possessing his usual otherworldly bearing. His white robes were dyed red, and that horrifying wound nearly tore his body through front to back.
Bloodcurdling!
Terrifyingly shocking!
If not for that page of Golden Decree before him being so extraordinary, spewing five-colored divine light like a shield, resisting the many rules and order cascading down from ahead,
Gu Changge might well have already followed in Prince Shen’s footsteps today!
The Successor of Demonic Arts’ scheme could truly be called a ruthless effort.
First, a clever exposure to draw everyone in.
Then using a Sacred Emperor Grade weapon to block the path, splitting everyone apart, and by this means also tying down the Sacred Emperor Grade weapon Gu Changge possessed.
Meanwhile, he had long since laid layer upon layer of traps and ambushes in the Eternal Overcast, waiting only for them to enter before erupting in attack.
Under such scheming, let alone Prince Shen—even if a true Sacred Emperor Realm being rushed over, they might well suffer calamity and perish within.
Thinking of this, even though Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s Buddha Heart was firm, he couldn’t help but waver slightly, a terrifying chill rising within him.
Had he not gone along with Prince Shen’s words back then and chased in the other direction, the one suffering calamity today might have been him.
This Successor of Demonic Arts was truly too ruthless!
However, a strange gleam quickly flashed through Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s eyes as another thought occurred to him.
Judging from the current devastating fluctuations, the battle just now had been incomparably brutal. No one dared underestimate Gu Changge’s strength.
Even he had been injured to this extent.
Then the Ying Shuang before him definitely wasn’t faring well either—most likely he was a paper tiger, strong outside but weak within.
His many methods had likely already been expended just now; otherwise, given his nature, it would be impossible for him to leave Gu Changge alive.
Instead, he said so much, which allowed him to rush over.
In other words, Ying Shuang was actually very wary of Gu Changge. Even in this situation, he didn’t dare strike lightly, because he wasn’t certain—uncertain what other methods Gu Changge still possessed.
Judging from Gu Changge’s demeanor—weak, yet still maintaining an unperturbed calm—it was indeed so.
“Amitabha, good, good. Eliminating demons and defending the Dao is the duty of those who cultivate!”
“Young Master Changge, hold on a moment. This humble monk shall now subdue the Successor of Demonic Arts.”
Jin Chan the Chosen Monk spoke, smiling faintly, chanting the Buddha’s name.
Then he stepped forward, appearing in midair, looking at the figure shrouded in grey fog, and directly struck out, wanting to probe his depths.
“Successor of Demonic Arts, cease your insolence. This humble monk shall rid the people of a scourge today.”
With that, boundless treasure light blazed behind him as phantoms of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Vajra Guardians all manifested.
Myriad Buddhist arts, in a single thought, all attacked forward.
At the same time, a purple-gold alms bowl appeared, enlarging in the high sky like a pool of lightning tribulation.
Within, dense thunder flickered with crackling sounds, various terrifying true lightnings manifesting, exuding an incomparably dangerous aura.
“Jin Chan the Chosen Monk certainly picked his timing.”
Hearing these words, Gu Changge looked over at this moment.
Yet his words showed no fluctuation, no excitement, nor the slightest sense of relief at being saved.
“What a pity. You’re still a step too late. Prince Shen has already been killed by the Successor of Demonic Arts.”
“I never expected the two of you to have separated.”
He said lightly. Though his face was pale and bloodless, it still carried a heart-palpating quality that none dared look at directly.
Hearing this, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk didn’t turn his head, merely raising an eyebrow.
This gesture looked somewhat frivolous, lending him an air of a demonic monk.
He knew what Gu Changge’s words meant—he was referring to how he had known this was a conspiracy earlier yet hadn’t explained it to Prince Shen.
“This humble monk doesn’t understand Young Master Changge’s words. Could it be you think this humble monk deliberately harmed Prince Shen?”
To this, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk merely smiled, the offensive arts in his hands never stopping.
Weng!!
A layer of pale golden, radiance-like luster emerged on his palm, his entire body as if cast from Immortal Gold, exuding astonishing vitality.
“You bald donkey, do you want to die?”
Seeing this, the figure in the high sky snorted coldly and casually waved a hand.
Boundless demonic qi surged forth, transforming into various savage ferocious beasts, crashing down to drown Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s many Buddhist phantoms.
The four Great Sages, wrapped in dark mist, struck out to seal the void.
Abruptly, that Grand Flask emitted a heart-palpating aura.
Within it, numerous black runes flowed, then transformed into various runic Dao Swords.
At the same time, the mouth of the Grand Flask poured down hazy black light, its speed too fast, like lightning, directly shattering Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s many techniques.
Finally it smashed into the purple-gold alms bowl. But the bowl was extremely sturdy, made of who-knew-what material; it withstood the blow head-on, held firm, and neutralized much of the divine might...
Boom!
Jin Chan the Chosen Monk wore a smile, looking quite frail.
But at this moment he swung forward fiercely, his fist-light like a Buddha’s, open and upright, purifying darkness, destroying all in its path.
Pu!
The next moment, the two collided, and unsurprisingly it was Jin Chan the Chosen Monk who was sent flying backward.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his Buddhist light dimming, his arm spasming, many bones broken—yet he wasn’t surprised at all, and even revealed a hint of a smile.
“Amitabha. As expected, a paper tiger. It seems your methods just now were all expended on Young Master Changge.”
“This bit of offense cannot harm this humble monk.”
He said, the smile on his face growing wider. The purple-gold alms bowl that had flown out returned to his hand once more, completely different from the one he’d used when fighting Gu Changge before.
Seeing this scene, Gu Changge narrowed his eyes and asked,
“The Vairocana Immovable Golden Physique?”
“Jin Chan the Chosen Monk, you’ve hidden yourself quite deep.”
“I wouldn’t dare call it hiding. It’s just that now, I must get serious.”
Jin Chan the Chosen Monk smiled. His earlier injuries rapidly healed, Buddhist light vast and mighty, his bearing solemn and dignified.
Gu Changge’s smile carried a certain depth, and he said nothing more. His gaze turned toward the distance, pondering something.
Counting the time, prodigies should be rushing here by now.
To put on this act, his injuries needed to be a bit more tragic and spectacular. It wasn’t enough yet.
Weng!!
Abruptly, that page of Golden Decree rose into the sky, golden light surging, dazzling and astonishing, blotting out everything.
Like great stars revolving, vast and heavy Sword Qi violently erupted forth.
At the same time, Gu Changge rose from where he sat, his gaze clear and bright, white robes stained with blood, yet his aura was rising.
From the crown of his head, blood energy entwined with five-colored divine light spewed forth, piercing through the firmament, enough for all parties to notice.
Throughout his entire body, every one of his sixty trillion cells came alive.
“Gu Changge, what is he doing?”
This scene instantly startled Jin Chan the Chosen Monk, who was in the midst of fighting the Successor of Demonic Arts before him.
Though he was at a disadvantage and still had to guard against the four Great Sages striking from time to time, he still seemed to have some strength to spare.
Because Jin Chan the Chosen Monk had discovered that the Successor of Demonic Arts before him had greatly depleted his strength and was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.
In truth, he had already been severely wounded in the earlier battle with Gu Changge and was merely forcing himself to hold on.
Moreover, the four Great Sages, in order to maintain the Grand Flask condensed in the void, actually couldn’t free their hands.
Therefore, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk guessed that within that Grand Flask, Prince Shen’s protective soul artifact was actually being suppressed.
Just like the Golden Ancient Bell that the Successor of Demonic Arts Ying Shuang possessed.
That was a Sacred Emperor Grade weapon.
Prince Shen’s status was equal to Prince Ying’s—how could he not have a Sacred Emperor Grade weapon protecting him?
So that Sacred Emperor Grade weapon had most likely already been suppressed, held down by that Grand Flask rising and falling in the firmament above.
He only needed to drag things out a bit longer, and today he had a chance to take down the Successor of Demonic Arts before him, even avenge the fallen Prince Shen.
Jin Chan the Chosen Monk couldn’t quite understand why, at this moment, Gu Changge would suddenly erupt, bringing out that Golden Decree to charge in for the kill. Judging by his state, he must have activated a Forbidden Technique.
“Young Master Changge, is it worth it?”
He couldn’t help shaking his head, chanting the Buddha’s name.
“You really did still have tricks up your sleeve.”
“Gu Changge, you finally couldn’t hold back...”
And just as Jin Chan the Chosen Monk sighed, the Successor of Demonic Arts before him suddenly sneered, his aura also changing, his demonic qi growing ever more boundless.
Seeing this, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s expression changed. Sensing something wrong, he was about to retreat.
Chi!
But a blade condensed entirely of pitch-black runes, wreathed in black demonic flames, emerged from the void and, with one sudden strike, pierced through the caught-off-guard Jin Chan the Chosen Monk.
The blade’s qi split the sky, howling past, spreading incomparably terrifying great cracks through the void.
His expression abruptly paled. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he hastily activated Buddhist arts to shatter the demonic blade.
Then he pulled back and retreated, never expecting that at this point, the Successor of Demonic Arts still had hidden methods.
He and Gu Changge—those two truly wouldn’t reveal all their methods until the very last moment.
They really could endure!
This shared trait made Jin Chan the Chosen Monk want to curse out loud. He had to use Buddhist light to expel the black mist; this kind of injury was hard to heal and required time to recuperate.
Fortunately, it was only a minor wound and hadn’t harmed his Source.
This let him breathe a small sigh of relief.
Boom rumble rumble!
“Don’t you still have tricks up your sleeve too?”
Gu Changge’s face held little color as he appeared in the high sky, his expression still calm as he spoke.
As that page of Golden Decree descended, boundless and vast, mighty and sweeping,
it was like an execution by decree, golden script sweeping up limitless slaughter, crashing down toward that spot.
Instantly, mountains collapsed and the earth split, heaven and earth changed color—terrifying to the extreme.
The methods the Successor of Demonic Arts deployed were all swept away and destroyed by this Sword Qi. His eyes abruptly widened, and he spat out blood, seemingly in disbelief.
“Not good.”
“This guy’s gone mad. He plans to burn his Blood Essence and Source. Today’s affair—I’ve miscalculated.”
“Retreat!”
With this great shout, he took the four Great Sages and made to flee this place. The void blurred as a passage opened long in advance appeared, and he stepped into it without the slightest pause.
And behind him, above the firmament, the grey fog split apart as numerous divine rainbows rushed over—all of them the vast, mighty crowd of prodigies.
Everyone had witnessed that shocking scene just now, feeling a tremor and dread from the depths of their souls; they had nearly prostrated themselves in worship.
But some quickly reacted, unable to help crying out in horror and anxiety, “Young Master Changge!”
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PS: The next chapter will be very late.