Stripping an Entire Realm of Its Fortuity, You Noisy Fools
Stripping an Entire Realm of Its Fortuity, You Noisy Fools
That single saber strike fell, and it was as if the entire universe had been submerged.
The boundless, endless saber Qi enveloped Zhao Yunze, spanning past and present, eclipsing heaven and earth, containing unimaginable power.
Boom!!
Saber Qi and Sword Qi crisscrossed here, weaving together endlessly, reducing the already shattered edge of the universe to even greater ruin.
Then, with a pu sound, crimson blood splattered out, mixed with fragments of five-colored divine light.
That fountain of blood sprayed high, like a burst dam, dyeing heaven and earth red.
Immediately after, a head burst out from within.
Finally, the body exploded into pieces—but the light there was simply too blinding, making it impossible to see clearly just who it was.
Crack!
The broken Nirvana Grade Sword flew out, scattering into a sky full of dazzling fragments like a grand fireworks display, tinged with desolation and beauty.
Impossible...
“This isn’t real.”
Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains instantly drained of all color, losing every trace of blood, frozen stiff in place.
Those who had just been cheering and rejoicing over Zhao Yunze’s rebirth through fire, his renewed breakthrough—it was as if a basin of cold water had been dumped over their heads. Their entire bodies, down to their very souls, couldn’t help but tremble.
Endless divine light swirled there, setting off the figure within as all the more transcendent and holy.
Yet that black long saber was dripping blood, drop by drop falling, piercing through the void.
That was the blood of a True Daoist, containing unimaginable power.
But now, reflected upon that demonic-saber-like weapon, it made everyone tremble with terror.
Just moments ago, the invincible Young Master Yunze in their hearts had been beheaded by him, blood splashing up like an Astral River, practically submerging the sky outside Sky Deer City—extinguishing their dreams.
Gu Changge’s existence was more like a terrifying demonic shadow, looming over their hearts.
“Impossible. Young Master Yunze had already broken through to become a True Daoist...”
“This isn’t real. Quick, tell me this isn’t real. Young Master Yunze is invincible—how could he fall? He was already reborn through fire!”
“Since ancient times, evil never triumphs over good. Why has it come to this?”
Many cultivators and living beings cried out, utterly unable to believe the scene before them, finding it too inconceivable. Some couldn’t withstand the blow and fainted outright; the last hope in their hearts collapsed, and it felt as if the whole world had gone dark.
In their view, Zhao Yunze breaking through at this critical moment, stepping into the realm of True Daoist—
This was an opportunity to reverse the entire situation, a heaven-sent chance rarely seen in ten thousand ages.
Whether in ancient records or mortal biographies, there was no shortage of stories of heroes whose cultivation suddenly broke through in moments of crisis, thereby saving the world.
Today, the Beyond’s army pressed upon the city, Gu Changge appeared before Sky Deer City, attacking the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
To them, how much did these scenes resemble those heroic tales from the biographies?
Zhao Yunze stepping forward at the critical moment, reborn through fire, breaking through to True Daoist—
Didn’t that perfectly fit the image of a hero?
And Gu Changge’s many deeds—didn’t they perfectly match the evil beings of those biographies?
But... why did Zhao Yunze still lose, lose so utterly, leaving everyone in despair, unable to see a single ray of light?
“So this is the hope in your hearts?”
“Truly commendable courage.”
Between heaven and earth, Dao Flowers bloomed one after another, accompanied by celestial energy, like vessels of the Great Dao, brilliant and dazzling, appearing beside Gu Changge.
He shook his head lightly, as if somewhat regretful, yet his gaze was utterly cold, without the slightest ripple.
In Gu Changge’s hand, the Solar Heavenly Blade trembled faintly, strands of black saber Qi crisscrossing, emitting a cheering hum, as if rejoicing at having tasted the blood of a True Daoist.
“I hate this!”
Hearing these words, everyone from the Ten Domains felt endless flames of hatred stifled in their hearts, glaring at him furiously.
“My son Yunze!”
Yunze’s Domain Master father’s face was ashen, grief-stricken, killing intent surging beneath his robes, hatred towering to the heavens, eyes bloodshot.
If not for the people beside him holding him back with all their might, he would likely have already charged forward.
Many others gritted their teeth, roaring in their hearts, hair nearly standing on end, almost crushing their own teeth.
Boom!!
At that moment, a terrifying commotion sounded in the distance.
That drop of blood still surged between heaven and earth, transforming into a blood-colored ocean, battling the Immortal-Killing Gourd.
Even without anyone to wield it, this drop of Immortal Blood revived on its own, sensing unprecedented pressure, attempting to resist the Immortal-Killing Gourd’s devouring force.
The commotion erupting here was in no way inferior to the clash between Gu Changge and Zhao Yunze just now.
Heaven and earth overturned; swaths of void seemed about to shatter into powder, exploding there. Everyone within Sky Deer City felt the resonance.
That was perhaps the blood of their Founding Ancestor, now revived, once again sensing the aura of those supreme beings of the Beyond, seeking to battle them.
“Despicable Fortuity Thief. It seems this is the handiwork of one of his underlings from back then.”
Amid the thick fog, an existence of extremely ancient seniority from the Beyond opened his eyes and suddenly let out a faint cold laugh, filled with intense disdain.
Back when the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was still the Barren Realm, the being who stole the realm’s Fortuity had four great underlings, each surpassing the realm of True Daoist.
And now, those four were clearly the Founding Ancestors of the Four Powerful War God Clans of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
At this moment, having dealt with Zhao Yunze, Gu Changge turned his attention to this drop of True Immortal Blood.
That vast, dormant True Immortal power finally erupted completely at this moment, pressing down upon the universe, shaking the Eight Wastelands, boiling there, transforming into an endless blood-colored ocean.
“A rare resource indeed.”
Gu Changge chuckled lightly. With a thought, he activated the Immortal-Killing Gourd; its mouth emitted brilliant rosy light.
Then, with a boom, terrifying Sword Qi slashed out from within, immediately tearing apart that dreadful blood-colored ocean.
Next, the Immortal-Killing Gourd expanded once more, sweeping across, covering the ocean. The drop of True Immortal Blood was enveloped and directly absorbed by the Immortal-Killing Gourd.
Faintly, everyone heard roars of fury from within the Immortal-Killing Gourd, as if a peerless True Immortal was howling—but it was meaningless; all the commotion subsided.
It was, after all, not a true True Immortal, merely a drop of blood.
Moreover, the Immortal-Killing Gourd itself was no ordinary object. Since it dared take the name “Immortal-Killing,” it naturally had to bear the corresponding karma. From this alone, its power was evident.
Weng!!
Soon, the radiance on the Immortal-Killing Gourd’s surface faded, becoming plain and unremarkable, rapidly shrinking, finally falling from the sky into Gu Changge’s hand.
From its appearance, it was no different from an ordinary gourd.
Everyone from the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains watched all this unwillingly. This Immortal-Killing Gourd had once been the Supreme Treasure of their realm.
Yet now it bloomed with dazzling brilliance in Gu Changge’s hand.
Having lost that drop of True Immortal Blood, the Black Tortoise Flag instantly dimmed, losing its previous majestic might, seemingly returning to ordinariness.
Still, it was retrieved by the Ancestor of the Black Tortoise War God Clan through secret arts, not allowed to fall into other hands.
That small cauldron had collapsed the moment Zhao Yunze perished, but it did not vanish—instead, it dispersed into heaven and earth.
It was, after all, a Supreme Treasure condensed from the Power of Faith; it would not be destroyed merely by being shattered, and could be re-condensed at any time.
This great battle drew to a close without the slightest surprise. Zhao Yunze was effortlessly slain by Gu Changge.
And Gu Changge’s robes had not even fluttered; he had not moved from where he stood.
From beginning to end, he carried an air of casual indifference, of looking down from above.
This plunged many of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains into deep fear, anger, and unease.
They asked themselves: if they were in Zhao Yunze’s place, could they survive?
Aside from some veteran True Daoists, everyone else felt chills run through their bodies, unable to find the slightest chance of survival.
Within Sky Deer City, wails of despair filled the air. Regarding this battle, many could sense not the slightest chance of victory—only despair.
“Truly commendable courage. A pity he ran into Young Master Changge. Had it been an ordinary True Daoist, they might well have suffered today—capsized in a gutter.”
“That strike just now was indeed terrifying. Where does Gu Changge get all these fortuitous encounters?”
The many True Daoists of the Beyond wore varied expressions, their thoughts equally varied, discerning much from this battle.
They were quite curious about Gu Changge’s strength, especially the opportunities he had obtained. That Black Heaven Saber just now seemed to be the Solar Heavenly Blade that had appeared six thousand years ago.
That was the possession of the Solar Demon Overlord—so why was it in Gu Changge’s hands? Rumor had it the Solar Demon Overlord vanished without a trace six thousand years ago.
Then why would his weapon end up in Gu Changge’s hands? Quite a few people knew Gu Changge had recently made a trip to the Demon World. Could it be because of that?
“The Solar Demon Overlord’s weapon...”
“Could the Solar Demon Overlord have died at his hands too?”
Aboard the Ancient Battleship, Wang Zijin, who had been closely watching this battle all along, looked on with considerable interest.
Based on her understanding of Gu Changge, he never did anything pointless.
Compared to the Solar Demon Overlord’s whereabouts being unknown, she was more convinced that the Solar Demon Overlord had met with some mishap—for instance, dying miserably at Gu Changge’s hands.
However, she had no proof of this; it was merely wild speculation.
“It seems Zhao Yunze’s breakthrough just now was connected to the Fortuity of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.”
Gu Changge’s eyes narrowed slightly; he had been observing the changes in Fortuity over at Sky Deer City.
When Zhao Yunze broke through just now, he had clearly noticed the Fortuity over there converging upon him—if not the entire realm’s Fortuity blessing him, it was close enough.
Under such circumstances, Zhao Yunze’s cultivation and momentum could be said to have reached the peak of his life.
By killing Zhao Yunze in this manner, although he did not obtain a Heavenly Path chest, Gu Changge could feel an ethereal, intangible fortune being stripped away by him.
The Heavenly Path of the entire Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, and even its supreme beings, had been greatly weakened.
One must know that before Sky Deer City, the reason many supreme beings were unwilling to act was precisely because of the Heavenly Path’s suppression, which made it difficult for them to truly exert their strength, carrying the risk of perishing here.
This feeling made Gu Changge think that perhaps after conquering the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, he could use this to take control of it.
After all, this was equivalent to the laws of a self-contained world—the benefits went without saying.
Then, the void blurred, and a golden Great Dao extended beneath his feet as he returned to the Beyond’s army.
On the walls of Sky Deer City, everyone watched Gu Changge depart with fluttering sleeves, faces ashen with rage, killing intent barely concealed—yet no one dared open their mouth to make him stay.
Even the veteran True Daoists could only choose silence at this moment, not daring to say a word.
This scene left everyone in the realm stifled with resentment, having personally witnessed their realm’s powerhouse slain.
Then the opponent swaggered off, and not one of them dared step forward to avenge him.
“How hateful!”
Many elders felt a mouthful of stifled air stuck in their chests, nearly making them vomit blood.
“Sky Deer Goddess, you personally watched your compatriots be killed by Gu Changge, yet you still stay so close to him. Does your conscience not trouble you at all?”
“Are you worthy of the billions upon billions of living beings of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains? Are you worthy of everyone in Sky Deer City?”
Powerless against the Beyond, against Gu Changge, they thought it over and over, and in the end could only vent their fury and frustration at the Sky Deer Goddess—this traitor who had betrayed Sky Deer City, betrayed the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
At this moment, their words carried deep resentment and hatred, truly righteous indignation.
These words immediately passed through the seal outside Sky Deer City, reaching the outside world, echoing across the sky.
Clearly, these elders possessed profound cultivation; their words were infused with magic power, able to travel very far.
Of course, they had not seen the Sky Deer Goddess among the Beyond’s army.
But they knew the Sky Deer Goddess was certainly on the Beyond’s side now, merely not showing herself out of shame toward the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Hearing these words, the expressions of many from the Beyond shifted slightly, especially some supreme beings, whose gazes turned somewhat peculiar as they looked toward Gu Changge.
They knew the Sky Deer Goddess was currently at Gu Changge’s side; she had even appeared some time ago.
Now, with the people of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains treating the Sky Deer Goddess with such an attitude, they found it rather laughable.
Seeing this, the many people on the city walls seemed to have their fury and emotions ignited as well.
The anger and frustration pent up for so long now seemed to have found an outlet.
In an instant, nearly all living beings of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains grew furious at the Sky Deer Goddess, as if it were all because of her that Yunze and the others had fallen before Sky Deer City.
“Sky Deer Goddess, why don’t you dare step forward? Since you betrayed our realm, why don’t you dare face us?”
“I wonder what face you have to meet your former shifu?”
Some True Daoists also grew angry at this, unable to help speaking in deep voices.
Some among them were even of the same generation as the Sky Deer Goddess’s shifu.
The Sky Deer Goddess would have to respectfully address them as qianbei.
The elders who had spoken earlier, seeing that even many True Daoists spoke thus—
Acting as if they had an irreconcilable feud with the Sky Deer Goddess, eyes red, suddenly having a target to vent upon without fear of her retaliation, they went on endlessly, their words showing no mercy.
“Sky Deer Goddess, do you have the face to meet the Founding Ancestors? In such a time of crisis, you not only failed to step forward, but surrendered to the Beyond, personally watching our realm’s prodigies fall at his hands.”
“I wonder if your conscience can bear it, dead or alive?”
They cursed furiously, as if wanting to vent all the terror, frustration, and fear from that battle just now.
“Where were they when it came time to leave the domain and fight... and now they bring up my shifu?”
“What does this have to do with my shifu?”
Song Chan’s expression was ugly; hearing this group of elders hurl abuse at her shifu, she was incomparably furious.
On the Beyond’s side, everyone watched this scene with varied looks, but remained quiet, saying nothing.
Previously, a True Daoist who had a grudge against the Sky Deer Goddess had mocked her, only to be warned by Gu Changge.
So faced with this sort of thing, they all chose to watch quietly.
“So these are the Sky Deer City cultivators you wish to protect?”
Gu Changge watched all this with great interest, speaking to the Sky Deer Goddess behind him.
The Sky Deer Goddess’s expression had remained calm all along, seemingly unsurprised, though hearing these words, she still couldn’t help sighing softly, looking somewhat saddened.
Her difficulties—these people could not understand them, nor would they ever try to.
In the eyes of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, she was now nothing but a sinner.
“Ah Da, go shut up these noisy fools.”
Gu Changge glanced at her, then spoke indifferently.
The Sky Deer Goddess looked at him, not expecting Gu Changge to stand up for her; indescribable emotions welled up in those crystalline eyes.
“Yes, Master.”
Receiving the order, Ah Da’s terrifying, demonic-shadow-like figure stepped forward, his Dark Iron Battle Armor flowing with light, appearing upon the battlefield.
He gripped a dreadful black long spear, his aura intimidating. His gaze swept over Sky Deer City ahead, the aura of the Fourth Heaven of the Quasi-Emperor Realm enveloping this stretch of sky.
“The Goddess is now my Master’s Concubine. To disrespect her is to disrespect me. If any of you are dissatisfied, feel free to come here and fight me.”
His voice was cold, filled with iron-blooded killing intent.
Hearing these words, the elders who had just been clamoring and cursing froze, their expressions turning ugly.
Their cultivation was at most Perfect Prodigy level; they naturally dared not fight Ah Da.
And even beings of the same realm dared not casually take the field now, especially since this man was obviously terrifyingly powerful at a glance.
That baleful aura practically towered to the heavens, about to split the sky apart.
In an instant, the area before Sky Deer City fell silent.
Even the True Daoists dared not speak lightly—after all, Ah Da was Gu Changge’s man, and this might well draw Gu Changge’s targeting.
They were deeply wary of this, snorting coldly and choosing to shut up.
Ah Da stood towering there, cold as a mountain, long spear spanning across, killing intent suppressing all under heaven.
In the period that followed, powerhouses of both realms continued to clash before Sky Deer City.
There were battles between supreme beings, and Sacred Emperor Realm experts taking the field; terrifying fluctuations constantly shook this stretch of heaven and earth.
Until later, some of the younger generation truly couldn’t hold back, pleading to go forth and fight the Beyond.
Of course, these battles held no suspense—the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains lost far more than they won, with someone dying miserably in nearly every fight.
On the Beyond’s side, Gu Xianer, Wang Zijin, the Six-Crowned King, and others of the younger generation all took action as well, battling the prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains before Sky Deer City—naturally achieving complete victory.
The morale of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains could be said to have sunk to its lowest ebb.