The Power of Deduction, the Gu-Breeding Ground of the Overworld
The Power of Deduction, the Gu-Breeding Ground of the Overworld
Hearing this, Bai Hua’s face showed some fear and dread, but mostly unease.
After all, even Gu Changge himself didn’t know—something that required him to deduce... one could imagine just what it was.
If he was even slightly careless, the result would absolutely be utter annihilation—body crushed to dust, Dao extinguished, both form and spirit destroyed.
“You need not worry. This matter is not as perilous as deducing the Celestial Path. Moreover, I will bring out a Supreme Treasure to aid you.”
Gu Changge saw through Bai Hua’s worries and smiled faintly.
Bai Lian’er, standing to the side with her arms crossed, watched coldly, wanting to know what purpose Gu Changge had in summoning Bai Hua.
And the moment Gu Changge finished speaking, a hazy radiance spread from within his sleeves, followed by a startling purple aura interweaving.
It was as if a vast starry expanse was evolving within—primordial essence flowing, chaos first opening, the mysteries of creation taking form.
This aura made Bai Hua’s expression change. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn’t help blurting out, “This is... that Immortal Treasure my shifu once deduced!”
How could he forget? Back when his shifu was still the mastermind behind Bandit Thirteen of the Chaotic Star Territory...
If not for deducing the existence of this object and being moved by greed, how would Bandit Thirteen have later been annihilated by Gu Changge?
Dazzling purple light spread out, like an ancient divine stone rising and sinking, wreathed in dense violet primordial qi.
It was a majestic aura as heavy as the heavens themselves—abundant and vast, blinding and brilliant, impossible to look away from.
“What astonishing profundity...”
This was also Bai Lian’er’s first time seeing this object, and she couldn’t help but exclaim.
With her current discernment, she could naturally tell this treasure was extraordinary, with traces of the Dao gathering and interweaving upon it.
“Young Master Changge, you mean... you want me to use this to perform the deduction?”
Bai Hua swallowed hard, his eyes equally unable to leave the Hongmeng Purple Mirror, his voice trembling with disbelief.
He didn’t dare harbor any greed. In this world, coveting something of Gu Changge’s—what was that if not courting death?
“I believe you should be able to do it?” Gu Changge nodded slightly.
Bai Hua took a deep breath, forcing his state of mind to calm, and immediately guaranteed, “Young Master Changge, rest assured. With this treasure, no matter what it is, I dare to divine and deduce it!”
Before such a Supreme Treasure, especially one tied to the lineage of deduction, how could he not be moved?
Moreover, if he could wield this treasure even once, it would greatly benefit his own cultivation of the Dao.
Afterward, Bai Lian’er ordered people to specially clear out an area for Bai Hua. The Cultivators and living beings in the surrounding peaks were all sent away.
The Hongmeng Purple Mirror hung suspended in the air, letting down strands of purple qi like a bright mirror, capable of reflecting all the heavens and myriad worlds.
Bai Hua made all his preparations, standing beneath it with a solemn expression, hands pressed together, chanting incantations.
Ancient characters, as if possessing a strange power, radiated brilliant light and manifested around his body.
In an instant, the heavenly secrets of this place seemed to blur, suddenly becoming unclear. Streaks of tribulation clouds swept in from afar, heavy and majestic.
Terrifying lightning interweaved, and even ancient palaces and pavilions were reflected within—unimaginable, as if they could crash down at any moment.
Even with Bai Lian’er’s current cultivation, she felt waves of palpitations and unease.
“The places where Pagoda and Nether hide... are they truly this difficult to deduce?”
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. She had already learned what Gu Changge wanted Bai Hua to deduce.
This was also the problem that had plagued her all this time.
If Bai Hua could truly resolve this trouble, it would spare her a great many headaches.
However, Nether and Pagoda had hidden themselves for countless years, and even the great powers and Dao lineages could not find their whereabouts.
Could Bai Hua succeed?
Looking at Gu Changge on the other side, his expression calm as if he stood apart from the world, Bai Lian’er gently shook her head and set the thought aside.
The next moment, as the Hongmeng Purple Mirror emitted several brilliant purple rays, dense Power of Karma emerged, transforming into thousands of silvery threads extending into the void.
A terrifying bolt of lightning tore through the sky, thick as a mountain ridge, crashing down straight toward Bai Hua below.
Bai Hua’s expression shifted slightly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was at the critical moment of the deduction and simply had no time to dodge the lightning.
But at that moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly arose from his body, as if his aura had instantly vanished from this world.
The lightning bolt that was about to strike down also dissipated like smoke in midair.
As if it had never existed at all.
“So this is the mystery of the Heaven’s Physique—it can obscure the heavenly secrets.”
Noticing this scene, Gu Changge nodded in sudden understanding.
“I... I saw it!”
At that moment, Bai Hua shouted excitedly. His eyes had turned completely white, blood streaming down from them—a horrifying sight.
But he seemed not to feel it at all, staring wide-eyed as if witnessing some astonishing scene.
After saying this, Bai Hua let out a muffled groan, his whole body trembling, then vomited blood and foam, and passed out cold.
“It seems there’s news of Nether and Pagoda.”
Seeing this, Gu Changge revealed a smile.
The Battlefield of Hundred Worlds lay due east of the Ashen Immortal Star Domain, incomparably vast, filled with countless mountain ranges and ancient stars—a primordial wilderness scene.
Numerous terrifying ferocious beasts let out heaven-shaking roars, causing distant stars to tremble as if about to fall.
From high above, one could see boundless mist, endless baleful qi blowing in from afar, blotting out the sky. In some places, piles of bleached bones were visible—some of Humans, some of other races, impossible to distinguish.
Here, fortune and danger coexisted. There were Transcendent techniques left behind by ancient sages, as well as stone steles and stone forests carved by Sacred Realm and Sacred Emperor Realm beings, recording the insights from their cultivation.
Some Cultivators had even found Imperial Scriptures—Dao techniques passed down by Emperor Realm existences—here.
However, to enter the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, one had to pass through the All-Encompassing Border City and obtain permission from the patrol guards. Only after being cleared could one step inside.
The Battlefield of Hundred Worlds gathered the elites of various Overworlds—it could be said to be the best place for the various Dao lineages and powers of the Beyond to absorb fresh blood.
Some successors of great sects also came here to seek followers or servants.
However, chaos and slaughter would forever be the primary colors of the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds.
Rather than a battlefield, this place was more like a gu-breeding ground specially maintained by the Beyond.
The Battlefield of Hundred Worlds was divided into six great regions, each containing many cities, but all hostile to one another.
Rumor had it that the rulers of the six regions had decreed mutual enmity—peaceful coexistence was forbidden.
Therefore, any Cultivator arriving from outside, without a powerful background to support them, had to join one of the six regions and prepare to make enemies of the other five.
This was even more true for the Cultivators and beings who came through the Transportation Arrays from the Overworld—they had no choice at all.
If they refused to join any region, they could only wander the outskirts or be killed by the Cultivators of the six regions.
Every hundred years, the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds held a grand competition, selecting the many young talents from the Overworlds.
The prodigies and forces that ranked at the top would receive extremely generous rewards.
Thus, even knowing the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds was a place of no return, the various Overworlds tirelessly cultivated young seeds to come here and fight.
At the gates of the Border City due east of the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, many Cultivators and beings had now gathered, waiting for the patrol guards at the gate to inspect them before being allowed through.
The aura of these beings was clearly different from the native creatures of the Beyond. Their faces bore shock and disbelief as they stood there, extremely restless and unable to remain calm.
Around them followed some elders or teachers, but their composure was not much better, as if they too were witnessing such a scene for the first time.
In this vast, boundless universe, a magnificent giant city stood before them—its grandeur beyond imagination, with dragon cries and phoenix calls echoing, stretching across eternity beneath the stars and moon, immortal through the ages.
Everyone gazed into the distance at this ancient city. It possessed a vast, primordial atmosphere, flowing with immortal power, able to endure alongside the world itself.
“So this is the first city one enters for the Hundred Worlds War?”
Many young beings revealed astonished expressions, murmuring.
It was magnificent, and also mysterious—not situated on any planet, but suspended directly in the cosmic starry sky, bathed in endless starlight, a tremendous visual impact.
It covered an enormous area, its walls like mountain ranges stretching endlessly, its towers grand and towering, as if standing at the very edge of heaven and earth.
A pair of massive gates stood closed, as if capable of withstanding armies of thousands upon thousands, and all the assaults since ancient times.
“These beings all came from the Overworld? As expected, they all look so lowly.”
“Their cultivation is so weak. Once they enter the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, they’ll just be sending themselves to death.”
“After all, they’re Overworld folk. This is probably their first time in the Beyond in their entire lives.”
In other directions, many Cultivators and beings of the Beyond watched this group that had come from the Overworld, all shaking their heads slightly, their gazes carrying condescension and detachment, appearing utterly disdainful.
The cost of a Transportation Array crossing from the Overworld to the Beyond was terrifyingly steep.
Thus, each time only a very small number of people could be brought over, and for those sects and powers, it was a grievous drain requiring a long time to recover from.
Moreover, after arriving in the Beyond, they still carried the aura of the Overworld, making cultivation a great problem—one that required a long time to erase.
Unless the great powers and Dao lineages stepped in to help them.