The Mighty Army Arrives, My Little Life Is Saved
The Mighty Army Arrives, My Little Life Is Saved
“Don’t you dare think that just because you’ve seized the Celestial Seal of the Nine Mountains, you can intimidate us!”
“A mere two people, and you dare speak of annihilating our Nine Great Mountains? What a fool’s fantasy!”
“Before absolute power, no amount of numbers matters.”
The moment Gu Changge spoke these words, all the Mountain Elders present flew into a rage, terrifying beams of light surfacing in their eyes.
That Emperor Realm might even pierced through the firmament—beneath such terrifying beams, even stars exploded in an instant.
A terrifying, world-shaking great battle erupted.
Aside from the Second Mountain Elder, who had not arrived, virtually every True Daoist of the Nine Great Mountains had now appeared at this place.
The Third Mountain Elder in particular felt he had been played by Gu Changge. All these days, I treated him with such courtesy.
This fills me with boundless fury—and humiliation besides.
“Sky Deer Goddess, so you’re in league with him too?”
One of the Mountain Elders demanded, staring at the Sky Deer Goddess on the other side, equally furious and ice-cold.
Divine light surged in his eyes, hazy five-colored divine radiance enveloping him, world-shaking and razor-sharp.
A pitch-black divine furnace materialized above his head, pouring down boundless True Flame capable of submerging an entire universe.
“Naturally, I am on my husband’s side.”
The Sky Deer Goddess shook her head slightly, holy and otherworldly. She hadn’t expected Gu Changge to make his move the very moment the Celestial Seal of the Nine Mountains fell into his hands.
Still, her tone remained largely unchanged as her slender hand rose gently.
Golden divine lotuses bloomed beneath her feet, incomparably resplendent.
Each lotus petal was like an ancient world, revolving there amid rumbling, terrifying sounds, its world-suppressing power boundless.
Her strength was immense—ordinary True Daoists were far from being her match.
So almost instantly, three of them charged before her, unleashing razor-sharp techniques.
All were True Daoists; though they differed in how far they had walked this path,
their comprehension and mastery of the Dao, of laws, and of rules had already reached a level ordinary Cultivators could not even imagine.
Strands of Emperor Script emerged, golden and dazzling, each larger than a star, containing supreme divine might—brilliant and astonishing, a single ripple of which could cut down countless suns, moons, and stars.
Hong long long—
The great battle erupted, instantly sweeping beyond this continent, shattering heaven and earth.
Nearby mountain ranges collapsed, ancient peaks split apart, and countless rocks turned to ash.
Ordinarily, with the Celestial Seal of the Nine Mountains supporting this continent, the spatial domain could be stabilized.
But now, with the Celestial Seal seized by Gu Changge, even if they wished to avoid affecting this place, it was impossible.
At once, the three Mountain Elders charged toward the Sky Deer Goddess, intending to suppress her first.
Above the firmament, three terrifyingly immense hands descended, grasping toward her.
It was like an entire ocean sweeping in—heaven-shaking, boundlessly terrifying.
Yet around the Sky Deer Goddess, golden lotuses bloomed. These were no mere illusions but real lotuses, possessing vast and unfathomable divine might.
As they blocked the incoming giant hands, they emitted an ear-splitting, terrifying sound that reverberated throughout this universe.
The others each brought out their own powerful methods—some wielding five-colored divine cauldrons, some standing upon divine swords, others brandishing golden tridents.
Streaks of divine radiance danced about, transforming into all manner of terrifying divine weapons, supremely powerful, capable of easily slicing apart the universe.
Hong—
The next moment, someone struck at Gu Changge first, supreme aura surging—it was the Ninth Mountain Elder.
A True Daoist’s power pressed down like a submerging ocean, terrifying and invincible, razor-sharp and world-shaking.
Stars beyond the domain trembled ceaselessly beneath such power, fragile as dust.
“It seems you’re all determined to oppose me.”
“I left you a path to live, yet you insist on walking the road to death.”
Gu Changge shook his head gently, as if sighing on their behalf.
But his eyes were cold and fathomless, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Facing the combined assault of several True Daoists, he paid it little mind. During this period, having absorbed and refined that drop of True Blood, his cultivation had broken through once more.
Not to mention that his own methods had long since surpassed anything this realm should be capable of.
What Gu Changge was somewhat concerned about was that the Celestial Seal’s blessing would make the Nine Great Mountains difficult to assault, triggering other unpredictable complications—such as excessive losses of troops.
All of this had long been calculated; he had absolute certainty, and was merely waiting for this moment.
After locating the Cloud Burial Grounds where the Nine Great Mountains resided, he had ordered the many experts left aboard the Ancient Battleship to prepare—all for the sake of awaiting this very instant.
The next moment, he struck. Facing the Ninth Mountain Elder’s supreme blow, boundless Chaos Energy and five-colored divine light surged from his body.
His palm was like that of an undying deity, golden and vast, blotting out everything, surging mightily as it slammed into the figure before him.
Hong—
Dazzling, resplendent light erupted here, like countless stars exploding, sweeping across heaven and earth. The figure shuddered violently, his Physique wracked with pain as horrifying cracks appeared across it.
How can he be this strong? He’s clearly not even a True Daoist yet.
He stared at Gu Changge in shock. That vast, surging Chaos Energy was like an entire ocean.
And just then, he suddenly saw an extra object in Gu Changge’s hand.
It was a yellow gourd, palm-sized, its surface wound with azure patterns and crimson radiance—ten million strands of it—the aura of terrifying slaughter and bloodshed.
The Immortal-Killing Gourd!
How is this thing in his hands?!
The Ninth Mountain Elder recognized the object, his heart quaking with dread, for he knew full well its terror.
He dared not be careless. Layers of Emperor Script rose from his body, Emperor Realm rules surging, forming an indestructible shield in an attempt to resist.
The expressions of the other Mountain Elders changed drastically as well. Regarding this object’s power and mystery, they understood far more than ordinary folk.
None of them knew how the Immortal-Killing Gourd, lost all those years ago, had ended up in Gu Changge’s hands.
“I have yet to witness this treasure’s strength.”
“Today, I’ll test it on you.”
Gu Changge’s expression remained unchanged. With a slight thought, hazy crimson radiance surfaced upon the Immortal-Killing Gourd, like ten million strands of Sword Qi converging.
Then, from the gourd’s mouth, a streak of crimson light shot forth—as if piercing through the universe, tearing apart eternity—carrying endless slaughter and bloodshed, swift as lightning, beyond imagination. With a chi, it pierced straight through, bringing up a spray of blood.
The Ninth Mountain Elder’s head was suddenly severed clean through the middle, blood gushing like a fountain from the wound, horror and disbelief still lingering in his eyes.
Even his divine soul was severed along with it, forcibly cut in two.
The other Mountain Elders couldn’t help but feel their scalps tingle, as if a chill had brushed their own necks. This was no simple beheading—what was severed along with it was life force itself.
Killing the weakest True Daoist—no problem indeed.
Gu Changge was fairly satisfied at the sight. The Immortal-Killing Gourd’s power depended on its master’s cultivation realm.
At the end of the day, he was still some distance from being a True Daoist.
And this Ninth Mountain Elder before him could only be considered a weakling among True Daoists.
This was a peerless, matchless edge—once drawn, it must draw blood. However, it could not be unleashed again within a short span of time.
“We attack together! He’s only one man—he cannot be our match!”
The Third Mountain Elder’s face was also full of wariness. He knew the Immortal-Killing Gourd’s terror well, and moreover, to this very moment, they had no way of knowing what other methods Gu Changge still possessed.
So now, the only option was for everyone to strike together.
I refuse to believe that with so many of us, we still can’t kill Gu Changge.
“Shifu, they are no match for Gongzi.”
“Your disciple urges you to stop.”
Seeing the Third Mountain Elder charging at Gu Changge, Gu Wudi’s face twisted with conflict and struggle, and he couldn’t help but plead.
“You ungrateful wretch of a disciple!”
The Third Mountain Elder had no idea when Gu Wudi had betrayed him—betrayed the entire Nine Great Mountains. His face turned ashen.
By now, he had already guessed Gu Changge’s origins.
The Beyond and the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were mortal enemies locked in an undying struggle.
The Nine Great Mountains also belonged to the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side, and had repeatedly sent disciples out into the world to resist the Beyond’s invasions.
“If the Beyond’s army arrives, they will never spare you!”
“Don’t forget the task I entrusted to you.”
Seeing the many Mountain Elders charging at him, Gu Changge’s expression remained unchanged. Instead, he gave Gu Wudi a deep, meaningful look.
“Gongzi, rest assured.”
Gu Wudi’s expression shifted. His little life was still in Gu Changge’s grasp, so he dared not linger. His figure hurriedly transformed into a divine rainbow, flying toward the Second Mountain.
And just as Gu Changge, the Sky Deer Goddess, and the many Mountain Elders of the Nine Great Mountains were locked in battle, at the continent’s edge, the mighty Gu Family Army came charging in.
Along the way, many disciples of the Nine Great Mountains brought out various artifacts and activated various formations, radiance soaring to the heavens, attempting to resist.
An unimaginable great battle erupted here as well—utterly crushing, unstoppable by anyone.
“By the Young Master’s command, we crusade against the Nine Great Mountains!”
A burly, towering middle-aged man charged at the very front, his expression cold, his aura terrifying.
Clad in armor, astride a golden lion whose entire body seemed cast from divine metal, wielding a long spear—he was a terrifying existence of the Sacred Emperor Realm.
Behind them came a tide of knights, their auras powerful, holy radiance flowing, killing intent billowing.
The weakest among them possessed Sacred Lord Realm strength.
Most were at the Sacred Lord Realm, Sacred King Realm, and Sacred Emperor Realm, with several Quasi-Nirvana Realm cultivators as well, wielding heavenly blades that cut down all in eight directions, their auras as powerful and oppressive as a Devil Mountain.
The exotic beasts beneath each rider were incomparably mighty, spewing clouds and mist, killing intent surging, black light gleaming—as if charging forth from an ancient battlefield, silently following behind him.
This terrifying force came slaughtering from the far side of the continent, descending relentlessly.
The Mystic Mountains and ancient peaks along the way all crumbled, countless runes exploding, utterly unable to resist for even a moment. That Sacred Emperor’s golden spear swept like a True Dragon lashing its tail, runes surging, directly annihilating all the heaven-shaking Array Patterns before him.
Every disciple of the Nine Great Mountains coughed up blood, their bodies on the verge of bursting apart.
But at the critical moment, a Quasi-Nirvana Realm existence attempted to intervene.
Yet from another direction, Ah Da came charging in, divine light flowing across his Dark Iron Battle Armor, his black spear sweeping out, black radiance billowing to submerge the firmament, clashing with that Quasi-Nirvana Realm existence.
This battle was indescribable, terrifying enough to make hearts tremble.
A single wisp of a Quasi-Nirvana existence’s aura—none but another Quasi-Nirvana could withstand it.
The Sacred King Realm disciple who had just appeared was struck by the sweeping spear tip with a hong, his body shuddering violently as it split apart.
Then he vomited great mouthfuls of blood, crashing down, torn to pieces, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
Wuwu—
And at that moment, from beyond the firmament came a vast and terrifying sound.
It was an Ancient Battleship, wreathed in immortal qi, smashing through the sky as it came from the horizon, accompanied by Chaos Energy, incomparably vast.
The ship was simply too enormous, as if it could rival the stars, the sun, and the moon, entwined with countless Divine Chains of Order.
Like an entire stretch of heaven crashing down, the world quaked and roared.
Every disciple of the Nine Great Mountains trembled at the sight, then sank into despair.
Facing the mighty army before them, they already had little power to resist. If even more reinforcements came, how could they possibly hold?
The Nine Great Mountains had never had many disciples to begin with, isolated from the world for far too long. The only disciple taken in all these years was Xiao Yang.
The stench of blood spread. The continent, once like a paradise beyond the mortal world, was now torn to pieces.
It was a slaughter without suspense. Finally, some chose to surrender out of fear.
Yet the terrifying army in the sky showed not the slightest mercy, its iron cavalry rolling over them like a flood.
Within the Second Mountain, peaks towered majestically, ancient trees flourished, mist curled everywhere, and countless lights flickered.
All the disciples stood on high alert, their expressions incomparably grave. Naturally, they could sense the battle fluctuations coming from the distant lands.
That aura was horrifying and tremor-inducing; even their divine souls seemed compelled to bow down and submit beneath it.
They had only just been brought back to the Second Mountain by the Second Mountain Elder, and before they could even process what had happened, they saw blood-red light soaring to the heavens at the continent’s edge, as if boundless slaughter was sweeping in from there.
Just then, an Arcane Bridge suddenly descended upon this place—it was none other than Gu Wudi, his face deathly pale with fright.
“Where is the Second Mountain Elder? There’s an enemy attack! Quick, take me to him!”
“My shifu and the others... they can’t hold on much longer!”
His face was white, still shaken, his voice trembling.
The Second Mountain disciples, who had been braced for a great enemy, were stunned to see him, not understanding why Gu Wudi had come at a time like this.
But hearing his words, they dared not delay.
Whatever had happened during the contest earlier, Gu Wudi was, after all, the Chosen One of the Nine Great Mountains.
Soon, they brought Gu Wudi to a palace within the Second Mountain, where the Second Mountain Elder, his expression heavy, was in the middle of explaining something to Xiao Yang.
Both men’s faces darkened at Gu Wudi’s arrival—especially Xiao Yang, who could barely conceal his coldness and hatred.
“What are you doing at the Second Mountain?”
Xiao Yang’s words were ice-cold. The moment he thought of how Gu Wudi had beaten him with despicable means in the contest earlier, anger and grievance surged in his heart, stifling and unbearable.
Naturally, he had no pleasant expression for the man.
However, Gu Wudi seemed not to hear him at all. Instead, with a look of utter despair, he gazed at the Second Mountain Elder before him.
Then, with a putong, he dropped to his knees, his face full of regret, his voice trembling.
“Second Mountain Elder, I know I was wrong! I beg you, please go save my shifu! You were deceived by that Gongzi Changge—now even the Celestial Seal of the Nine Mountains has fallen into his hands!”
“Back then, I shouldn’t have listened to that Gongzi Changge and won against Junior Brother Xiao Yang using the method he taught me. I know I was wrong. I hope you and Junior Brother Xiao Yang can forgive me.”
“If you don’t act now, Shifu and the others will be in mortal danger! A terrifying army from the outside world and an Ancient Battleship have already descended upon the Nine Great Mountains—they simply cannot hold them off!”
His face was full of grief, pain, and regret.
Hearing these words, Xiao Yang was left somewhat dazed, unable to believe it.
With his strength, he could only sense that something was wrong over there, but as for what exactly had happened, he knew nothing.
I never imagined even the Celestial Seal of the Nine Mountains would fall into Gu Changge’s hands.
Doesn’t that mean the Nine Great Mountains are now completely defenseless?
Only the Second Mountain Elder seemed to have long known what Gu Wudi would say. He sighed softly, his gaze turning toward the outside.
With his strength, he could naturally sense the terrifying battle unfolding there with ease. The many Mountain Elders had not acted for countless years.
Yet now they had all struck at once—this could only mean one thing.
That the Nine Great Mountains had encountered an unprecedented crisis.
Everything you’ve said, I already know. It’s just that I still have things to do.
At this moment, the Second Mountain Elder had no time to blame Gu Wudi.
His expression was somewhat complicated as he looked at Xiao Yang and said, “I will send you away first.”
“Shifu!”
Xiao Yang’s face could not hide his reluctance, especially now, when the Nine Great Mountains faced such calamity. He had no idea when he would be able to return after leaving this time.
“You must remember your identity.”
The Second Mountain Elder shook his head and said, “I have already taught you everything I should. The road ahead, you must walk on your own.”
“If possible, go find the First Mountain Elder. And also—my kin should still have some among the living.”
“I understand, Shifu.” At this moment, sorrow surfaced on Xiao Yang’s face as well.
“Second Mountain Elder, if you’re going to send Junior Brother Xiao Yang away, why not send me along with him? With my strength, staying at the Nine Great Mountains probably wouldn’t be of much help anyway.”
“Now that the Nine Great Mountains face such calamity, if something truly happens to you all, with me and Junior Brother Xiao Yang, the legacy of the Nine Great Mountains can still be carried on.”
“And if we encounter any danger, with my strength, I can protect Junior Brother Xiao Yang well.”
At this point, hearing these words, Gu Wudi seemed to suddenly remember something. Excitement and delight surfaced on his face as he spoke.
“A coward who clings to life and fears death.”
Xiao Yang was deeply disdainful of these words, contempt plain in his eyes.
At a time like this, the first thing Gu Wudi thought of was not standing with his fellow disciples against the invaders, but fleeing.
A fellow disciple of the Nine Great Mountains—the Chosen One, no less—acting in such a manner was truly disgraceful.
“What you say has some merit. One more person leaving means one more thread of hope.”
Hearing this, the Second Mountain Elder sighed softly.
However, his gaze remained fixed on Gu Wudi as he said, “But you must swear upon your Dao Heart that you will never harm Xiao Yang in the future.”
He still did not quite trust Gu Wudi in his heart, so he kept an extra safeguard.
After all, for Gu Wudi, with his Sacred Emperor Realm strength, dealing with Xiao Yang would be all too easy.
Hearing this, Gu Wudi naturally had no reason to refuse and hurriedly agreed.
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. Gu Changge’s instructions—I have fulfilled them.
This little life of mine is finally saved.