Slaughter Until Sun, Moon, Heaven and Earth Take on a New Face — I Am Purple Mansion's Retribution
Slaughter Until Sun, Moon, Heaven and Earth Take on a New Face — I Am Purple Mansion’s Retribution
“Only one?”
Aboard the Ancient Battleship, Gu Changge watched this scene unfold. Though a faint smile hung on his lips, his expression seemed thoughtful.
If Purple Mansion had only dispatched a single Quasi-Nirvana Realm expert, there was no way they could rescue Heavenly Monarch Ziyang from his hands. After all that trouble, would it really end up being wasted effort?
“Purple Mansion shouldn’t be stupid enough for that.”
“It seems something else must be hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike at the critical moment?”
At first, Gu Changge hadn’t believed Purple Mansion would have the guts to burn their boats.
For the sake of Heavenly Monarch Ziyang, they’d abandon even their mountain gate headquarters and transfer all their forces to this place.
But now it seemed he had been wrong.
All of Purple Mansion’s hopes were now gathered upon Heavenly Monarch Ziyang.
Although the Purple Mansion army currently looked tragic, collapsing in retreat step by step, Gu Changge saw clearly — this was deliberate on their part.
As for the purpose, it was easy enough to guess: to numb him, to make him careless and lower his guard?
“Interesting. In that case, it seems all of Purple Mansion’s hidden foundations have been brought here, just waiting to flee far away the moment they rescue Heavenly Monarch Ziyang. The mountain gate within Purple Mansion’s territory should be nothing but an empty shell by now.”
“The various orthodoxies swarming over will end up with nothing in the end.”
Gu Changge’s eyes narrowed slightly at the thought, and he waved a hand.
Behind him, several Perfect Prodigy beings instantly appeared — all ancestor-level figures of the various Celestial Ancient races, their auras terrifying, suppressing the surrounding void.
“What are your orders, Young Master?”
These beings asked respectfully. They had not joined the army in the slaughter, instead remaining aboard the Ancient Battleship to protect Gu Changge.
“Go and slaughter every last one of the young disciples within the Purple Mansion army. Leave none alive. Mind you — target those with decent aptitude. If you encounter ones of mediocre talent, you can leave them be for now.”
Gu Changge spoke indifferently, emphasizing the point.
It wasn’t out of mercy — rather, disciples of mediocre aptitude wouldn’t amount to much later on anyway.
Since Purple Mansion intended to play dirty with him, Gu Changge didn’t mind making them understand that their so-called final embers — he would extinguish them all.
Now that Purple Mansion faced catastrophe, in order to keep their inheritance from dying out, they would certainly take away a portion of their talented disciples.
And judging by the current situation, those disciples should all be mixed within the Purple Mansion army, currently fighting against the Celestial Ancient beings.
“Yes, Young Master!”
Receiving their orders, the group of Perfect Prodigy experts didn’t dare ask why. Their figures flashed, streaking directly toward the army ahead.
Rumble!
Divine light surged, giant palms blotted out the sky. Amid the battle, swaths upon swaths of Cultivators fell — dense beyond count!
With the Perfect Prodigy experts joining in, the battle situation underwent another massive upheaval.
The Purple Mansion army was already collapsing step by step; now they were utterly powerless to resist, continuously falling back.
All manner of slaughter and furious roars shook the firmament.
Blood rain splattered down, corpses piled into mountains. The stench of blood could be smelled from afar, enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
Chu Hao and Qin Wuya, who had been fighting, also separated because of this scene. For Qin Wuya, what he wanted to do was fish in troubled waters while Purple Mansion and Gu Changge fought — to go rescue Heavenly Monarch Ziyang.
As for Chu Hao, his eyes were now splitting with rage, his hatred nearly driving him mad, as he personally witnessed the territory of the Vermilion Bird Empire shattering in this instant — mountain ranges collapsing, cities destroyed.
An inheritance of hundreds of thousands of years, severed at this very moment.
“Aaaaah... Gu Changge, between you and me, it’s fight to the death...”
Chu Hao couldn’t help but howl, his eyes scarlet red.
At this point, if he still didn’t flee, he would surely share the same fate as the Vermilion Bird Empire in a moment.
Within the Imperial Capital now, there was nothing but voices of terror and despair.
All the Cultivators finally understood what they would face today and began fleeing into the distance. But many who couldn’t escape in time, caught mid-air by a single wisp of stray shockwave, instantly turned to dust, their bodies and souls annihilated.
For the Vermilion Bird Empire, this was the greatest catastrophe — the end of days.
A cold smile hung on Qin Wuya’s lips. He felt not the slightest sympathy. Instead, he glanced at Tang Wan, whose expression still seemed somewhat dazed, and remembered an important matter.
Then his figure flashed, swiftly leaving the area. Using Communication Runes, he notified the ancient being at the Lake of Reincarnation to come and join him in rescuing Heavenly Monarch Ziyang.
“All of this... has finally come...”
Tang Wan quickly snapped back to her senses as well. She gave Chu Hao a somewhat complicated look, then her gaze turned cold, and her figure fled in another direction, no longer concerning herself with him.
As far as she was concerned, Chu Hao was no longer worth her thinking of him in every matter, the way she used to.
......
“So this is the cruelty of the cultivation world...”
Xiao Ruoyin walked over, her face somewhat pale. It was her first time witnessing such a cruel and vast war, and her legs nearly gave out beneath her, unable to stand steady.
Every single Cultivator and living being fighting within it was tens of millions of times stronger than her — yet they lost their lives in mere instants.
They burst apart there, becoming blood rain, bodies and souls utterly destroyed.
She couldn’t suppress the churning in her stomach, forcing herself to look directly at it all. After all, she would have to survive in this kind of world from now on.
But after watching for a few moments, she felt she couldn’t take it anymore. In a war like this, human lives were worth less than grass — tens of thousands of lives gone in the flick of a finger, reduced to ash.
“Young Master Gu faces such a war, yet his expression doesn’t even change...”
Admiration for Gu Changge rose in Xiao Ruoyin’s heart.
Along with a faint fear and dread that even she couldn’t quite explain.
Before this, Gu Changge had always given her the impression of someone transcendent and otherworldly, handsome and refined.
But now, that deep and icy coldness — like darkness itself, regarding all living beings as ants — made her feel afraid and uneasy.
“Young Master Gu, have you actually seen wars like this before?”
Xiao Ruoyin forced herself to calm down, walked to Gu Changge’s side, and couldn’t help asking.
“A war like this — this is my first time seeing one too.”
Hearing this, Gu Changge turned his head to glance at her, revealing the smile Xiao Ruoyin found familiar.
Surprise filled Xiao Ruoyin’s beautiful eyes. “I thought Young Master Gu was long since used to such things.”
“Not at all. If not for the Successor of Demonic Arts, I wouldn’t want to launch such a cruel war either. But if we don’t stop what Purple Mansion is doing, even more Cultivators and living beings will perish because of it.”
Gu Changge shook his head, his voice carrying a soft sigh.
Xiao Ruoyin nodded. Though she only vaguely understood, not fully grasping it, she knew this was a war Gu Changge had launched to save more people.
“As expected of Young Master Gu, bearing righteousness in his heart. It seems this Purple Mansion is no good thing either.”
Xiao Ruoyin thought to herself, her expression already returning to calm.
She had already learned from the mouths of other beings that the purple-robed man imprisoned in the cage ahead had colluded with the Successor of Demonic Arts, bringing ruin upon the common people of the world.
Many Cultivators had died at their hands.
Such a scourge truly deserved death ten thousand times over.
“Junior!”
Just as Xiao Ruoyin’s thoughts were wandering—
A cold snort suddenly boomed from ahead, snapping her back to her senses.
Her delicate body trembled, her face went pale, and she felt her ears were about to shatter.
Had Gu Changge not acted to dispel that sound for her, her entire body would likely have exploded just now.
“How terrifying...”
Fear welled up in Xiao Ruoyin’s heart.
What kind of dreadful power was this?
Separated by such a distance, yet a single sound alone was enough to make the nearby stars explode.
“Old thing, are you planning to bully the young with your age?”
Gu Changge spoke indifferently, stepping forward. His robes fluttered, his hair gleamed crystalline, and five-colored divine light flickered within his eyes — his entire being seemed on the verge of ascending to immortality.
He gazed into the distance, multicolored auspicious light seeming to surge and coil around him, transforming into all manner of order, rules, and runes.
Then they evolved further into countless divine weapons — axes, halberds, hooks, forks, Blades, Spears, Swords, and Halberds — terrifying auras emerging.
“Junior, are you provoking us?”
This grand figure appeared in the depths of the Purple Mansion army. His gaze was like two razor-sharp streams of Sword Qi, capable of splitting the firmament and breaking heaven and earth, flowing with astonishing sword intent.
Around him, endless divine light seemed to flow; his entire body was shrouded in Chaos Energy.
Boundless sounds of sacrificial chanting and kowtowing surrounded him, vast beyond measure, as if he had walked out from the very dawn of creation.
Everyone who looked directly at him felt a stabbing pain, nearly shedding tears, their hearts seized with horror!
This was a Quasi-Nirvana Realm being!
In the current era, Sacred Emperor Realm beings rarely appeared, and Perfect Prodigies were invincible existences in their own domains.
Now, with a Quasi-Nirvana Realm expert appearing, the many orthodoxies and Cultivators secretly watching this battle felt utterly shaken.
Had this battle taken place in the outer domains, it could absolutely be called world-shaking.
It had to be said — Purple Mansion’s foundations were truly terrifying, making many hearts palpitate.
One had to know, this army had been forcibly dispatched from Purple Mansion even as it faced attacks from all sides, in a desperate situation.
And then they had directly torn open a Space Tunnel to descend, coming to rescue Heavenly Monarch Ziyang.
From this, one could see how much Purple Mansion valued Heavenly Monarch Ziyang — but on the other hand, it also demonstrated just how insane Purple Mansion had become.
At the end of their rope?
Abandoning even their mountain gate, just to rescue Heavenly Monarch Ziyang? Why? Was it worth it?
Of course, many Cultivators couldn’t understand. The more shocked they felt, the more they wondered — could Heavenly Monarch Ziyang have something special about him?
Purple Mansion was willing to go to war with numerous orthodoxies for his sake, even if doing so would lead Purple Mansion to destruction.
In the eyes of many, this was simply not worth it at all.
Within the vast and mighty Purple Mansion army.
Three Sacred Emperor Realm beings appeared, their faces blurred, all wreathed in chaotic mist, their dharma bodies propping up heaven and earth as if standing beneath the starry sky.
With a wave of their hands, terrifying chains of order pierced through the void, about to suppress and kill forward, clashing with the other Celestial Ancient Perfect Prodigies.
At this moment, the vast auras on their bodies swept in all directions. Their gazes were incomparably cold as they fixed from afar on Gu Changge on the other side.
Just now, they had naturally seen Gu Changge drag Heavenly Monarch Ziyang out, declaring that if they wanted to save him, they could come try.
And now, such provocative and arrogant words made their expressions darken further.
When had beings of the Sacred Emperor Realm like them ever been mocked like this?
Yet the three of them dared not act rashly. After all, there was a precedent — hidden at Gu Changge’s side was a Nirvana Realm existence.
The Sacred Emperor Realm being who had previously come to rescue Heavenly Monarch Ziyang had died miserably at that being’s hand.
At this moment, the three Sacred Emperor Realm beings stood towering in the firmament. Raising their hands, they formed sky-blotting giant palms, within which a whole cosmos seemed to take shape — boundless and endless — descending upon the Celestial Ancient army ahead, intending to annihilate these armies first.
The expressions of the three were ugly. They had discovered that the promising seedlings hidden within the army were being killed off one by one — Gu Changge had clearly seen through their plan.
Such conduct could only be called extermination to the last — wiping out their final embers!
But just then, golden radiance suddenly emerged from within the Celestial Ancient army, dazzling and brilliant like a glorious great sun.
“Provoking you? At this point, do you still not understand?”
Gu Changge’s smile remained breezy and carefree as he brought out an item at this moment.
It was a golden decree, inscribed in who-knew-what divine script — intricate and ancient — manifesting in the void, exuding an aura that made hearts turn cold with dread.
Faintly, everyone saw the Golden Decree transform into a giant golden sword, entwined with hundreds of millions of strands of golden divine radiance, about to slash down from the heavens — sun and moon shattering, stars exploding.
This was matchless, peerless power, already surpassing the scope of the Sacred Emperor Realm.
“This is...”
“A Nirvana Decree?”
“It seems Young Master Changge anticipated all of this long ago. But with his strength, even if he brings out a Nirvana Decree, he might not be able to contend against a Quasi-Nirvana!”
The Cultivators secretly watching all this were shaken, their voices trembling involuntarily.
Though a Nirvana Decree’s might fell short of a true Nirvana Grade Artifact, it contained the full-powered strike of a Nirvana Realm existence.
Even if the three Sacred Emperor Realm beings before them joined forces, they could not possibly match this page of Nirvana Decree — they would very likely be grievously wounded, or even perish.
But besides the three Sacred Emperor Realm beings, there was also a Quasi-Nirvana — which made the situation somewhat delicate.
“Gu Family brat, you disgrace the title of leader of the young righteous generation! Sanctimonious on the outside, harboring evil within, framing my Purple Mansion’s successor, committing every manner of conscienceless atrocity — heaven itself cannot tolerate you!”
“Even if Purple Mansion marches toward destruction after today, one day, someone will come to take you down!”
The three Sacred Emperor Realm beings stared at Gu Changge with icy gazes brimming with hatred.
“Even now, you still try to splash dirty water on me. Pitiful. Lamentable.”
Gu Changge’s expression was calm as still water as he looked at them, then smiled faintly. “Very well. Since Purple Mansion insists on seeking its own destruction, don’t blame me. The road to the Yellow Springs is long — gentlemen, safe travels.”
With that, the Golden Decree rising behind him suddenly emitted endless golden mist, as if blowing in from a distant era, evolving all manner of ancient wondrous arts there.
Brilliant light shone from Gu Changge’s body — even his hair seemed to glow — as he used his vast magic power to activate the decree, making it erupt with its greatest power.
Finally, a single character — “Annihilate” — appeared in the sky, capable of suppressing eternity!
It was an indescribably terrifying sight.
The three Sacred Emperor Realm beings’ expressions changed. They all brought out their own weapons — cosmos and universe, everything covered, as if even heaven and earth could be contained within.
This aura swept through heaven and earth like giant waves of the void crashing down, enveloping the starry sky and the universe. Countless living beings and Cultivators knelt prostrate in terror.
The great battle erupted with a roar, and the scope it affected left all who saw it chilled with fear!
Other sects and powers millions of miles away were swept up in this aura. Everyone trembled and knelt prostrate, unable to stop shaking, feeling this had already reached the level of world-ending destruction.
Even Saint Realm beings, if carelessly caught up in it at this moment, would have only one path — death. There was no second possibility.
Endless radiance exploded there, resplendent to the extreme. All manner of Sacred Emperor Realm methods, powerful to the utmost, were no longer something ordinary Cultivators could glimpse.
It was as if they had arrived at the dawn of creation itself — all manner of Daos and laws being enacted, all manner of rules and orders interweaving and shattering.
.................
The firmament trembled, stars crumbled, and countless cries of slaughter rang out, piercing through the sky.
Immortal Wars, Immortal Tribulations — how many times had they occurred since ancient times? Absolutely few enough to count on one’s fingers.
Cultivators who had personally witnessed or participated in such a great war were even rarer.
The Beyond’s territory was boundless. Every Cult of Immortality or orthodoxy possessed numerous subordinate powers, intertwined like roots, mutually dependent.
To destroy an orthodoxy was incomparably difficult. Unless one possessed crushing, overwhelming power, no force dared act rashly.
Because once an Immortal War began, it meant the two orthodoxies would fight to the death — slaughtering until blood flowed across billions of miles, until sun, moon, heaven and earth took on a new face.
Even in the best outcome, both sides would be grievously wounded, while the other orthodoxies watched the tigers fight from the mountain, reaping the spoils in the end.
After all, no orthodoxy was foolish enough to wage a great war with another while knowing enemies lurked in the shadows, coveting and watching. Regardless of the final result, they would be left severely weakened.
And now, Purple Mansion faced catastrophe, besieged by numerous orthodoxies and powers. Its destruction was already unavoidable.
At this point, many were even speculating whether Purple Mansion would go down fighting — even if they couldn’t rescue Heavenly Monarch Ziyang, they would suppress and kill Gu Changge here.
“Kill!”
This was a terrifying great battle that shook everyone. Above the firmament, a million-strong army slaughtered on without end, blood flowing in rivers.
Endless divine light streaked past — the interweaving of order, and simultaneously the collision of tens of millions of rules.
The tremendous commotion resounded for ten thousand miles. The firmament trembled, stars shattered.
No Cultivator could stand steadily under such shockwaves. Legs went weak, backs ran cold, souls shuddered — they wished nothing more than to flee into the distance, to leave this place.
The great figures in the shadows observed this battle with the Heaven Peering Eye, and in the end saw the three Sacred Emperor Realm beings coughing blood, continuously retreating beneath the Golden Decree, utterly unable to withstand its pressure.
Even though Gu Changge’s cultivation was currently inferior to theirs, once he activated the Nirvana Decree, its might was as vast as the azure sky crashing down — instantly making the three Sacred Emperor Realm beings cough blood, their bodies nearly exploding.
Strand after strand of pressure swept down like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, smashing them directly into the ground.
Drop after drop of Sacred Emperor blood drifted down from the firmament, crystalline and translucent, containing terrifying energy.
Heavy as ten thousand jun — with a dong, the void cracked open, and tens of thousands of miles of land instantly turned to scorched ash.
The Vermilion Bird Empire, caught at the center of the two armies’ clash, tore apart at this moment like brittle paper — rip — and split apart.
Just as all the Cultivators had predicted.
The entire nation’s territory turned to ash beneath the aftershocks.
Even the distant stars could not withstand the aftershocks of this battle, trembling and shuddering, liable to fall from the heavens at any moment.
Whether the Celestial Ancient army or the Purple Mansion army — at this moment, neither would spare a thought for the life or death of a tiny Vermilion Bird Empire.
After all, in their eyes, it was nothing more than an ant. If you accidentally stepped on an ant while fighting, who would care?
Boom!
The Golden Decree illuminated the firmament. Though it was only a single strike, it swept across — and the three Sacred Emperor Realm beings all coughed blood, their bodies like porcelain, nearly shattering.
“At this point, do you still not plan to make your move?”
Gu Changge walked through the void, his countenance handsome and refined, robes fluttering, an indescribable transcendence about him.
The Celestial Ancient army along his path parted to make way for him, blood interweaving, corpses piling up.
And he walked among them, white robes outshining snow, untouched by a speck of dust. The many Cultivators and orthodoxies closely watching this battle were all horrified, scalps tingling at this deeply striking scene.
Above his head, besides the Golden Decree, there was also a Sacred Emperor Grade Artifact rising and falling, vast as mountains and seas, silent and boundless.
“Junior! Such outrageous bullying! Sooner or later, you will suffer retribution!”
Purple Mansion’s Quasi-Nirvana expert had held back from acting all this time, watching everything, waiting for the moment to strike. Now, sweeping his gaze over Purple Mansion’s devastating losses—
His face was dark as water, his words containing terrifying coldness.
“Retribution? I am your Purple Mansion’s retribution.”
Gu Changge’s expression was calm as an ancient well.