Wang Zijin's Suspicion — What a Vicious Mind
Wang Zijin’s Suspicion — What a Vicious Mind
Honglonglong
Heaven and earth trembled, and all eight directions resonated.
The many Ancient Battleships of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains descended like a flood, with streak after streak of divine rainbows following behind them—endless, their numbers impossible to count.
Yet compared to the vast, boundless army of the Beyond before them, they were like a single grain in the ocean.
“So this is the might of the Beyond?”
Many young people seeing the Beyond’s army for the first time turned somewhat pale.
Only by personally facing these terrifying figures of the Beyond could they feel that unparalleled pressure—it was enough to bend one’s spine, weaken one’s legs, and force one to kneel.
Before the army of the Beyond, they were like a lone leaf of a boat in a vast ocean, liable to be capsized at any moment.
Endless thick fog swept in, within which stood terrifying figures like primordial Devil Mountains—cold and silent, not uttering a word.
Watching the army of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains arrive, it was as if they were looking at a swarm of utterly insignificant ants.
“Don’t be frightened by their display of power—they can’t cross over right now.”
“They’re doing this deliberately, just to crush our realm’s morale.”
Seeing this scene, the strongest experts among the various families of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains felt their hearts sink.
They sensed that before the battle had even begun, their realm’s morale had already been greatly suppressed, and they couldn’t help but shout out.
Then someone spoke, his voice splitting clouds and cracking stone, shaking the firmament, carrying a certain Dao resonance that could awaken people.
Battleships gathered like clouds, blotting out the sky, finally coming to a halt here, facing off against the forces of the Beyond.
“How terrifying. Just looking at them fills one with despair.”
“If we truly fought, would we be their match? A single hand from them could probably annihilate us all.”
Hearing this voice, many young people shuddered all over.
Snapping out of their earlier daze, they felt a trace of fear, a chill running down their backs.
These were the Supreme Beings of the Beyond—though they had not truly descended, with only a dharma body present here.
Yet that invincible might, enough to make one’s very soul tremble, transmitted across the vast distance, as if one were facing an invincible being and compelled to prostrate in worship.
“So these are the Supreme Beings of the Beyond? They’re nothing but dharma bodies.”
Someone snorted coldly, thick fury and hatred rising in his heart—he bore an undying enmity toward the Beyond.
Aboard the Ancient Battleships stood many towering divine mountains and palaces, with vast Chaos Energy cascading down.
Among them, Young Prodigies appeared, their faces wreathed in flowing radiance, divine light interweaving—all of them the elite of this generation of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
They were likewise the young seeds that no clan could afford to lose.
At this moment, everyone watched the scene solemnly, standing behind the Supreme Beings, who shielded them from this terrifying pressure.
Before coming here, all of them had been full of confidence, believing themselves supreme among their peers, with few rivals.
But upon arriving here, the first thing they smelled was endless blood.
This place had not only buried many of their Founding Ancestors—countless beings and Cultivators of the Beyond had also died in battle here.
Before the Aether Abyss stretched endless ruins.
Mountains and rivers lay shattered, heaven and earth adrift.
Corpses littered the ground, blood not yet dried, broken weapon fragments everywhere, fallen stars and War Forts scattered about.
Enormous craters, as if stars had smashed down here, had split open terrifying great ravines.
Such cruelty made them dare not underestimate this place.
“You’ve finally come. Back then you stole our realm’s Fortuity, causing our realm to produce no one capable of becoming immortal for countless epochs.”
“Now the Boundary Marker Sea has dried up—how can this desolate land of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains still shelter us?”
From within the thick, terrifying fog, a Supreme Being of the Beyond spoke first, his voice cold and laced with killing intent.
From his words, many people seemed to catch wind of some unknown secret, their hearts trembling slightly.
However, the Supreme Beings of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains did not accept this, sneering, “A trumped-up charge can always be fabricated. For countless years, the Beyond has invaded the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains like bandits time and again—has our realm ever known peace?”
“If you want war, then war it is. Why make excuses? The Cultivators of our realm do not fear death!”
As he spoke, he waved his great hand, and the experts behind him immediately lit the beacon fires.
Fierce flames blazed like wolf smoke, divine light surging, illuminating heaven and earth.
“Wuwuwu—”
Then, someone blew a war horn crafted from the horn of some ancient beast, sounding a battle song. The sound carried unimaginable penetrating power, splitting the clouds—grand and mournful.
Hearing this sound, all the Cultivators and beings of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains felt as if injected with adrenaline, their blood boiling, killing intent soaring to the heavens.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
All the experts of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains roared in fury, and strands of mysterious bloodline power emerged from the crowns of their heads.
Finally, they transformed into ancient runes, converging together to construct a supreme power.
This scene greatly shook the hearts of many Cultivators of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains—it was the first time they had witnessed the mighty power contained within their bloodlines.
Though this was no secret in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Every time they resisted the Beyond’s invasions, experts would rouse morale, spurring everyone to stimulate their bloodline power, triggering the rune power within to construct a supreme scripture.
“A stolen supreme scripture, and you actually dare to wield it? Is this what the so-called great ancient clans of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains amount to?”
“Truly laughable.”
Seeing this scene, a Supreme Being on the Beyond’s side laughed coldly, his tone mocking and deeply disdainful—clearly, he knew much about this secret.
“Enough nonsense! This is power bestowed upon us by our Founding Ancestors—how could its origins be something we could know?”
An old man of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains shouted, his eyes ice-cold. He was a super expert of the Quasi-Nirvana Realm.
At this moment, he channeled the power of this supreme scripture into himself. Chaos Energy billowed, divine light blazed, dazzling and brilliant, erupting from every pore of his body.
He prepared to strike—to boost his side’s momentum before the clash, and at the same time deliver a show of force to the Supreme Beings of the Beyond.
All the runes interwove, constructing the supreme scripture, and everyone faintly saw within it a grand, ancient Immortal Palace seated in splendor.
Immortal music rang out in waves, like...
...a glorious great sun rising.
At this moment, supreme secret power emerged from within the scripture, every character shining like a star, finally generating an indescribable mighty force.
This power converged and pressed down, descending toward the Beyond’s army ahead, as if to annihilate everyone there.
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The firmament trembled, and the void instantly exploded.
All the fog shattered, chaos evolved, the aura of heaven and earth fell into disorder—as if time itself had been reversed, traversing countless ages of reincarnation.
This was unimaginable power.
The old man’s entire body glowed as he wielded this power, charging forward to kill his way ahead.
“So this is the terror of their bloodline power? Each person’s strength may be meager, but gathered together it becomes rivers and seas, invincible in battle!”
“Even the Beyond’s army is insignificant before it!”
Seeing this scene, some people were greatly encouraged—excited, even thrilled—feeling that there was hope in this battle.
As long as everyone in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains united, they would ultimately defeat the Beyond!
Heaven and earth rumbled and roared, as if entire universes were falling, pushing forward to crush everything, countless stars cracking and exploding.
“This is all they’re capable of. If our true bodies could descend, how would we let them run so rampant?”
“A mere Quasi-Nirvana Realm—how dare he!”
The Supreme Being who had spoken earlier changed expression slightly.
If my true body descended, I would naturally have the confidence to withstand this strike.
But right now, this is merely a dharma body—its strength not even a tenth of the original.
He felt some apprehension, but even more fury and coldness. The figure shrouded in the great fog couldn’t help but retreat several steps.
And this scene happened to be witnessed by everyone of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, who instantly felt their morale surge, blood boiling.
“The Supreme Being of the Beyond has been forced back by us! He fears us too—he doesn’t dare fight us!”
“Wonderful!”
Someone shouted, incomparably excited.
At their foreheads, brilliant light shone as ancient runes surfaced through skin and bone.
At this moment, nearly everyone felt hope—after all, they had personally witnessed a Supreme Being of the Beyond retreat.
The young elites, too, couldn’t help but feel their hearts surge with emotion—within such terrifying power, there was a portion contributed by us.
We naturally share in the glory.
The many experts of the Beyond couldn’t help but frown—they hadn’t expected the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains to still possess such means, even surpassing their former divine might.
However, just as everyone of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was exhilarated, wanting to further suppress this Supreme Being of the Beyond—
Hong
High above, a terrifying fluctuation suddenly transmitted down, like the pressure of mountains and seas, like the Milky Way bursting its banks, crushing downward.
All heavens trembled, the sun, moon, and stars swayed, seas turned to ash, and bolts of black lightning—larger than stars—split down.
“What is that?”
Everyone of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains suddenly felt...
...horrified, their scalps tingling.
Some even trembled from the depths of their hearts, unable to resist the urge to kneel and kowtow toward that figure ahead.
In everyone’s eyes, the high sky became utterly blurred, as if billions of strands of Chaos Energy were cascading down.
A blurry figure stood there, surrounded by what seemed like endless gods emerging, three thousand great worlds revolving around him—like the sovereign of all heavens.
“Has the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains fallen to such a state? Truly regrettable. Truly a pity.”
It was a young man’s voice, sounding not old at all, without the slightest trace of agedness.
But falling upon the ears of all the experts of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, it seemed incomparably cold and merciless.
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The next moment, accompanied by sky-flooding divine light, a heaven-shrouding giant hand reached down from high above.
Incomparably massive, entwined with billions of strands of Chaos Energy, as if blotting out the firmament.
Endless rules and laws boiled beneath this palm.
Finally, they seemed about to explode—the void split open, the universe itself seemed to collapse from this single palm, terrifying great ravines appearing one after another.
It was an unimaginably horrifying sight. Heaven and earth instantly plunged into darkness, beaten back to the dawn of creation, a murky chaos.
All light was blotted out.
The power that all the runes had just interwoven and resonated to produce was instantly smashed apart by this palm, transforming into countless scattered energies rushing toward the eight directions of heaven and earth.
Everyone was horrified and terrified, feeling all their strength drain away because of this palm, unable to keep from collapsing limply to the ground.
World-destroying majesty, glorious and grand—nothing more than this!
“Wah—”
The old man who had unleashed that power turned deathly pale.
A mouthful of blood sprayed out as he was sent flying straight from where he stood, hurtling backward and nearly exploding apart in midair.
Suffering such a terrifying backlash, his aura instantly became utterly withered; he couldn’t even stand up.
“Who is that?”
“This is too horrifying. Didn’t they say the Boundary Marker Sea had dried up, that no supreme powerhouse could cross over?”
Watching this scene, everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had trembling voices, their whole bodies shaking, even feeling despair.
They never imagined that the strike they believed to be incomparably powerful—one that could shake reincarnation itself and collapse the rules of order—would be crushed by a single palm from the other side, disintegrating in an instant.
Under such an enormous gap, such a crushing blow, many people’s minds went blank, unable to react for a long while.
“That’s... Gu Changge.”
“The leader of the Beyond. He’s come here too.”
Standing together with numerous ancient beings, Gu Wudi, whose expression shifted slightly, suddenly spoke up at this moment, bone-deep hatred surfacing in his eyes.
Hearing these words, everyone was shaken—suddenly understanding, yet also somewhat horrified.
They didn’t doubt Gu Wudi’s words. After all, as the Chosen One of the Nine Great Mountains, whose Nine Great Mountains had just been annihilated by Gu Changge, his hatred was only to be expected.
“He really...”
“The one who killed our Eldest Senior Sister and destroyed the Nine Great Mountains!”
Xiao Yang also recognized Gu Changge. His eyes reddened, fists clenched tight—his hatred for Gu Changge could be called boundless.
His Eldest Senior Sister had been murdered by him, his sect destroyed by him, his shifu’s fate unknown.
With so much hatred, how could it ever be easily settled?
“So this is the strength of the Beyond’s leader? How can he be this terrifying? He’s simply unbeatable!”
At this moment, the hearts of everyone on the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side shook violently.
Especially the younger generation who had previously wanted to fight Gu Changge at the same cultivation realm—they were utterly horrified, their breathing nearly stopping, their scalps tingling faintly.
They had only learned of the Beyond’s young leader from rumors, knowing his strength was heaven-defying.
But when truly facing him, they discovered his power had genuinely reached the point of despair—where one couldn’t even muster the thought of resistance.
How was anyone supposed to fight this? Even gathering everyone’s strength together, they couldn’t withstand a single palm of his.
This was something they couldn’t have even imagined before.
“This isn’t his own power. It comes from that Supreme Treasure he summoned.”
At this moment, an ancient being spoke, his gaze fixed on the great seal floating above Gu Changge’s head, upon which countless stars, suns, and moons seemed to converge, mountains and seas rising and falling, endlessly interweaving.
This majestic and vast power was like an abyssal sea—even a single wisp drooping down from it made one’s hair stand on end, their body seemingly about to burst apart.
“That’s the Nine Mountains Immortal Seal of the Nine Great Mountains. He snatched it away.”
“To think he’s actually borrowing the might of the Nine Great Mountains’ Supreme Treasure.”
Gu Wudi gritted his teeth, wearing an expression of extreme fury and unwillingness.
“First the Immortal-Killing Gourd fell into his hands, and now even the Nine Mountains Immortal Seal has been seized by him.”
Some ancient beings all changed countenance. Thinking it over carefully, they couldn’t help but tremble.
“As expected, it still takes Young Master Changge to act—otherwise these people can’t be suppressed. Mere ants thinking they can overturn the heavens? Young Master Changge needs only one palm to suppress them all.”
“The various supreme powerhouses cannot descend here before the passage stabilizes. For now, we need only rely on Young Master Changge.”
“With Young Master Changge here, would these powerhouses of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains still dare act recklessly?”
Unlike the deathly silence and dread on the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side, the hearts of the Beyond’s people shook, and then they recovered.
Many couldn’t help but sneer coldly, carrying mockery and deep disdain.
Of course, even more people felt reverence and fervor toward Gu Changge.
“That guy is as inconceivably strong as ever.”
Gu Xianer stood among the disciples of the True Immortal Academy, looking up at that figure high in the sky.
As if thinking of something, her small face grew somewhat hot, her heart beating fast.
“I really don’t know how Young Master Changge cultivates. Why, at about the same age, is there such a huge gap between him and us?”
An Yan was very close with Gu Xianer. Hearing this near-mutter, she couldn’t help but smile.
However, her face wore its usual innocent, carefree smile, as if she too were quite puzzled by this.
In truth, she didn’t know much about Gu Changge.
She had only deduced a thing or two from rumors, and from a conversation she had once happened to overhear between her sister An Xi and the man her sister had saved.
That deduction horrified her—she didn’t even dare think too deeply about it.
“So then, those Mountain Elders of the Nine Great Mountains—where did they all end up? Were they killed by him?”
Wang Zijin watched all this, her eyes narrowing slightly, not at all surprised by Gu Changge’s strength.
What puzzled her was another matter.
As far as she knew, the Nine Great Mountains had nine Mountain Elders in total. If the Nine Great Mountains had been destroyed, where exactly had those Mountain Elders gone in the end?
Were they killed by Gu Changge, or imprisoned by the Longevity Gu Family?
But no matter which possibility it was, some word of it should have leaked out.
Unlike now, where those Mountain Elders had instead vanished without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.
Wang Zijin was a very clever person.
There were some things she didn’t want to dig into, but she couldn’t help the obvious clues laid out right before her eyes.
What exactly was Gu Changge hiding?
The more she learned, the more she found him impossible to fathom—like sinking into an eternal trap from which she couldn’t break free.
Before Jiang Chuchu met Gu Changge, she had made destroying the Successor of Demonic Arts and finding the Reincarnation of the Mortal One her top priorities.
But after meeting Gu Changge, she stopped searching for the Reincarnation of the Mortal One, and never went looking for the Successor of Demonic Arts again either.
At first, Wang Zijin hadn’t noticed this.
Until recently, when she accidentally discovered that Jiang Chuchu’s Purity Mark had actually disappeared—ha, she didn’t even need to guess who had taken it.
No wonder the once calm-as-still-water Jiang Chuchu had become so distracted and absent-minded.
During her time cultivating at the True Immortal Academy, she couldn’t hide what was on her mind, heading from time to time toward the cave abode where Gu Changge resided.
With all these clues, Wang Zijin felt she was closing in on the truth of the matter.
The real Reincarnation of the Mortal One had very likely already been done in by Gu Changge—and Jiang Chuchu definitely knew about it.
And what was the relationship between Gu Changge and the Successor of Demonic Arts?
Just as Wang Zijin’s thoughts were flying in all directions, a terrifying aura once again pressed down across the sky, as if an ancient universe were collapsing, crushing down toward them.
“It seems they don’t intend to honor the training-battle agreement. In that case...”
“Everyone stays.”
Gu Changge’s voice was very calm, his eyes deep and indifferent, as if stars were evolving and withering away within them.
His voice abruptly rang out between heaven and earth—very cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Hong long long—
As he stretched a palm forward and pressed down, a terrifying golden giant hand descended, like a Supreme Ruler suppressing the present age.
It shattered heaven and earth, smashing countless collapsing runes apart; the nearby universe itself trembled and rustled.
It was a world-ending sight. Endless mist was evaporated dry, revealing parched, withered ground, upon which all the mountain peaks and ancient ridges burst apart.
All the Ancient Battleships that had come from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains let out humming tremors.
Endless runes flickered, erupting with dazzling radiance, interweaving upon them, attempting to resist.
“Wah—”
Countless people couldn’t withstand this pressure, coughing up blood repeatedly, skin splitting open, bones going kacha kacha, legs going soft, about to kneel prostrate forward.
“Hua la la—”
And just then, above the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, a dazzling radiance suddenly appeared, brilliant and resplendent.
It was an ancient blood-stained banner, very tattered, but summoned forth by a supreme powerhouse. It unfurled violently, blotting out the sky, mounting a resistance.
“The Ancestral Flag!”
“That’s our clan’s Ancestral Flag—it was once soaked in an Immortal’s blood!”
Xuan Tian, the successor of the Black Tortoise War God Clan, suddenly shot out a sharp gleam from his eyes, somewhat excited, recognizing this object.
The supreme powerhouse at the front was also an Ancestor of their clan—a genuine True Daoist.
Dong—
In an instant, endless radiance exploded across this place. A True Daoist had acted, summoning the Ancestral Flag and blocking Gu Changge’s strike.
Even so, boundless chaos still erupted, surging toward the shattered universe in all directions.
Everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains trembled in their hearts, incomparably terrified. If the Ancestor of the Black Tortoise War God Clan hadn’t acted...
Everyone would likely have been reduced to ashes under that palm just now.
“Oh? You dare block me?”
Seeing his strike blocked, Gu Changge raised an eyebrow with keen interest, staring at the old man walking toward him.
“According to the War Declaration’s agreement, our two worlds do battle here. For you to bully the small as the great—what is the meaning of this? Is this the so-called character of the Beyond?”
The Ancestor of the Black Tortoise War God Clan was named Xuan Gang. His face was dark, fine scales surfacing across his body, a sight that seized the soul.
He stared at Gu Changge warily. As a True Daoist, and only after summoning the Ancestral Flag, had he managed to block Gu Changge.
Though much of it was due to the Nine Mountains Immortal Seal’s might, Gu Changge’s own strength absolutely could not be underestimated—it demanded grave caution.
“Oh? Bullying the small as the great? If we’re going by age, I don’t seem to count as very old either.”
Hearing this, Gu Changge smiled faintly, then said lightly, “Besides, it was you who accepted the War Declaration, and it was also you who struck first just now. Could it be you truly think that because your world’s powerhouses have difficulty descending, you can act without any scruples?”
Toward the end, his words turned cold. A dreadful might once again enveloped everything, like a mountain flood bursting its banks, blotting out sky and earth, stars rustling down one after another—enough to make hearts palpitate and tremble.
Xuan Gang’s expression was grave. The Ancestral Flag unfurled across the sky, countless rays of light interweaving and cascading down within it, constructing a vast Astral River diagram. He was deeply wary of Gu Changge.
“In that case, let it be as the War Declaration states—the prodigies of our two worlds shall fight first. I’d quite like to see what qualifications you have for such arrogance,” he said in a deep voice, his tone full of dignity. He had no wish to fight Gu Changge himself.
“Is that so?”
Gu Changge’s voice remained without much ripple. “Ye Han, I’ll have you take this battle first.”
As his words fell, from within the thick mist behind him, atop the Ancient Battleship, a figure transformed into a divine rainbow and descended, his countenance cold and severe, exuding astonishing baleful aura.
“I will not fail Master’s great expectations.”
Ye Han grinned, a dense bloody aura coiling around his body—truly dreadful.
“Heh...”
“That’s the Yaksha who killed so many of our world’s prodigies back then!”
A commotion broke out on the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side. Many prodigies’ faces shook with fury as they recognized the approaching Ye Han—the very Yaksha from the shores of the Boundary Marker Sea back then.
Lin Wu’s older brother Lin Qingyang, along with an ancient being of the family behind him, had even met disaster because of it—smacked to death by a dharma body Gu Changge had descended at the time.
Everyone realized Gu Changge’s intention, their faces turning cold, their hearts even more enraged.
He was clearly trying to provoke the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side—that was why he sent this person out first. He intended to humiliate them all.
What a vicious mind.