Gu Xianer's Speculation, the Successor of Demonic Arts Reappears in the World
Gu Xianer’s Speculation, the Successor of Demonic Arts Reappears in the World
“Big Red, tell me, what exactly did I just stumble into?”
Only after Lan Yifei’s figure had completely vanished from sight did Xianer emerge from the shadows, her face carrying a trace of disbelief.
If she hadn’t witnessed it with her own eyes, she would never have believed everything she had seen tonight.
Originally, she had thought that Lan Yifei was that ever-mysterious, low-profile Successor of Demonic Arts who had hidden himself so deeply.
Xianer had even entertained the thought of capturing him, to wash away the suspicion that Changge was the Successor of Demonic Arts.
But she never expected that Lan Yifei had his own unspeakable difficulties—as if controlled by an invisible hand, he was nothing more than a chess piece.
He was not the true Successor of Demonic Arts.
The real Successor of Demonic Arts was someone else entirely, hidden unfathomably deep, beyond imagination.
“This matter is no longer something a silly girl like you can meddle in.”
At this moment, the Big Red Bird, unusually, did not show Xianer any mocking expression. Instead, it spoke with great gravity.
It too had witnessed everything from beginning to end.
Even the mysterious Chosen One of the Immortal Dao Alliance was merely a chess piece—the origins of the person behind him could only be described as terrifying beyond measure.
This was no longer something a girl like Xianer could get involved in.
The slightest misstep would invite a fatal disaster.
“But... why do I feel like I should know who the Successor of Demonic Arts is?”
Xianer fell silent for a moment. For some reason, a strange feeling lingered in her heart.
She couldn’t tell whether it was speculation or intuition.
This extremely mysterious Successor of Demonic Arts had never revealed his true face in the Beyond.
And now, even as the True Daoist ancestors of the various orthodoxies and forces emerged one after another, the Successor of Demonic Arts showed no sign of restraining his ferocity.
From this alone, one could see the arrogance and dominance of the Successor of Demonic Arts—he did not regard any of the orthodoxies and forces of the Beyond at all.
“In any case, this isn’t something a little girl like you can handle. Hurry up and find that Immortal Pill, then leave this place of trouble. Someone will definitely discover the fall of Purple Cloud Valley’s ancient freak soon.”
The Big Red Bird urged anxiously, worried that someone would come looking and that it and Gu Xianer would inexplicably take the blame.
A Young Prodigy of a Cult of Immortality had fallen—and his Source had been seized, no less.
If word of this got out, it would inevitably cause enormous waves and sensation.
“Right now everyone believes that fellow Gu Changge is the true Successor of Demonic Arts. Well, now this works out nicely—his suspicion has been washed clean, so you don’t need to worry anymore.”
“With something like this happening, that fellow Gu Changge has instead become the biggest beneficiary.”
Seeing that Gu Xianer remained silent, the Big Red Bird couldn’t help but glance at her sideways as it spoke.
Hearing these words, Gu Xianer was stunned for a moment, and that strange thought in her heart grew ever clearer.
Changge had instead become the final beneficiary...
Was this really such a coincidence? Or was everything within someone’s plan and control?
She suddenly recalled the words Lan Yifei had spoken back then—the true Successor of Demonic Arts, whose very name would drive people to despair.
In this vast Beyond, who exactly possessed such terrifying might and influence?
If the scenes from the Lake of Reincarnation were real... no, impossible. I hope this is just my speculation...
Gu Xianer’s brows knitted tightly, her expression tangled and complicated.
In the end, she sighed and temporarily set the thought aside, planning to first find that so-called Immortal Pill together with the Big Red Bird.
And at the very moment Jin Yun, the ancient freak of Purple Valley, fell—
Outside these ruins, among the many cultivators and beings waiting here for Jin Yun, one person’s expression suddenly changed drastically.
“Not good!”
“Daren’s Life Talisman has cracked!”
His face turned incomparably pale, his voice trembling, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.
“What? Daren’s Life Talisman shattered?”
Hearing this, the rest were struck as if by thunder, frozen in place, unable to believe it.
Jin Yun was a Young Prodigy who had dominated an entire era!
How could he possibly have fallen within this cave dwelling?
“It’s over, it’s over... Daren has fallen here, and not one of us will survive...”
Everyone’s faces turned deathly pale, trembling uncontrollably, already foreseeing the monstrous waves that would follow.
Very quickly, news that Purple Valley’s ancient freak Jin Yun had fallen within this cave dwelling spread rapidly, as if it had grown wings.
Without a doubt, such news, bursting forth so abruptly, was like a meteorite plunging into the deep sea, setting off a colossal uproar.
Every cultivator and being who heard this news was shocked and horrified to the extreme.
The King of Six Crowns Jun Yao, the Heavenly Rat Woman, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk—all the Young Prodigies within this cave dwelling fell into silence as one.
They considered themselves no weaker than anyone, and naturally no weaker than Jin Yun.
Yet now, Jin Yun had effectively fallen right under everyone’s noses.
How could this not leave them shocked and horrified, even seized by an indescribable dread?
Because Jin Yun... had died miserably at the hands of the Successor of Demonic Arts, even his Source devoured and plundered.
Just like those young prodigies who had previously fallen victim to the Successor of Demonic Arts.
“The Successor of Demonic Arts has appeared again, and brazenly killed Purple Cloud Valley’s ancient freak, plundering his Source.”
“This is far too arrogant. Just before this, Purple Valley was still crusading against the Successor of Demonic Arts, even declaring that Young Master Changge was the Successor of Demonic Arts. Yet who could have imagined the Successor of Demonic Arts would be this domineering and rampant, appearing at this very moment to deliver a vicious slap to Purple Valley’s face.”
“Perhaps the Successor of Demonic Arts was displeased by such behavior—unwilling to have someone else impersonate his identity—and so took this desperate risk.”
The moment the news spread, nearly every cultivator was discussing it, the commotion boiling over.
Meanwhile, outside the Absolute Yin Heaven, the surging, vast Absolute Yin mist churned like a terrifying great river.
The Saintess of Mortal Palace, Jiang Chuchu, stepped forward and made her voice heard.
“Any orthodoxy or force that falsely accuses Gu Changge of being the Successor of Demonic Arts shall be regarded as an enemy of the Mortal Palace.”
Though she appeared exceedingly cold and otherworldly, her tone at this moment brooked no question, even carrying a hint of valiant sharpness.
Not a single cultivator dared meet her gaze at this moment; as her eyes swept over them, they all involuntarily lowered their heads.
Of course, there were also many cultivators who, after their initial shock, raised voices of agreement.
When the crisis of the Absolute Yin Heaven erupted, the great orthodoxies and forces had turned their backs on everyone’s life and death.
Instead, it was the Saintess of Mortal Palace, Jiang Chuchu, and Gu Changge who were willing to brave enormous risk, venturing deep into the Absolute Yin Heaven.
On the strength of this benevolence and righteousness alone, they had left orthodoxies like the Endless Fire Kingdom, Sky Emperor Mountain, and Purple Valley who-knows-how-far behind.
What virtue or ability did those forces have—on what grounds did they claim Gu Changge was the Successor of Demonic Arts?
“The Saintess speaks truly. Young Master Changge is kind and magnanimous—how could he be the Successor of Demonic Arts?”
“The rumors of this period were clearly all one-sided claims from Sky Emperor Mountain and the Endless Fire Kingdom, without any evidence whatsoever.”
“They’re simply jealous of Young Master Changge’s current achievements, which is why they deliberately splashed dirty water on him.”
At once, boiling waves of discussion erupted near the Absolute Yin Heaven.
Many cultivators were filled with righteous indignation, unable to stop themselves from loudly denouncing orthodoxies like the Endless Fire Kingdom.
Changge watched all of this with great interest, not uttering a word to stop it. Only when his gaze swept past those few True Daoists of Sky Emperor Mountain did it carry a trace of amusement.
Counting the time, the matter with the Immortal Dao Alliance’s Chosen One, Lan Yaofei, should be drawing to a close as well.
“Silence!”
“Do you lot dare provoke our dignity as well?”
Hearing the angry denunciations of the many cultivators, the True Daoist ancestors of Sky Emperor Mountain, the Endless Fire Kingdom, and the other orthodoxies all turned extremely ugly in expression, shouting directly.
Their voices contained a certain Dao resonance, like a great bell, shaking everyone until their blood and qi roiled.
Even some veteran Sacred Emperor Realm experts felt their hearts palpitate at this moment, suppressed by the aura of True Daoists.
“Whether or not Gu Changge is the Successor of Demonic Arts is not for you lot to decide.”
“If the Saintess of Mortal Palace insists on shielding Gu Changge, then you’d best be prepared to make an enemy of the entire world. The Successor of Demonic Arts is intolerable to the Beyond. If you wish to drag the Mortal Palace down with you, then by all means.”
The red-robed old woman of the Endless Fire Kingdom, her expression likewise gloomy to the extreme, spoke coldly.
As True Daoists, they stood at the very peak of the Beyond—even the sect masters and family heads of immortal orthodoxies had to treat them with reverence.
For these ordinary cultivators to act so presumptuously before them—what was that if not courting death?
They dreaded Gu Changge’s strength and methods, but that did not mean they cared about these ants.
Though Jiang Chuchu was the Saintess of Mortal Palace, she was ultimately just a junior. They could crush her dead with a single finger.
As their words fell, they unleashed their auras, pressing down like a boundless sea, like rolling floods of light descending, enough to crush everything.
Many cultivators immediately could not withstand this aura—some coughed blood and retreated, others’ legs went weak and they knelt directly to the ground, their faces full of terror.
Seeking flowers
The wrath of a True Daoist was indeed not something ordinary cultivators could withstand.
In the eyes of these True Daoists of Sky Emperor Mountain and the Endless Fire Kingdom, the other cultivators were indeed no different from ants.
Of course, the vast majority of cultivators chose at this moment not to get involved in the matter, quietly watching how things unfolded.
After all, no one wanted to provoke several True Daoists at this juncture—it would be a losing bargain.
Whether Gu Changge was the Successor of Demonic Arts, many people had their own judgment in their hearts; it was not something that could be swayed by a few words from others.
“Qianbei, why must you go so far? Since you all believe I am the Successor of Demonic Arts, then I shall be just that.”
Changge suddenly spoke, smiling faintly.
His hand reached out gently, pressing toward the void ahead. Visible to the naked eye, terrifying great cracks spread outward, and the entire expanse of void seemed on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, the expressions of the True Daoists of Sky Emperor Mountain and the Endless Fire Kingdom changed, and they dared not continue flaunting their might.
The red-robed old woman’s face was especially ugly—she could not forget the feeling of nearly being crushed to death by Gu Changge’s subordinate.
Seeing Gu Changge act to relieve their predicament, many cultivators could not help but reveal grateful looks, and in their hearts, their resentment and loathing toward orthodoxies like Sky Emperor Mountain deepened.
No matter what, what had happened here today would soon spread throughout the Beyond.
The conduct of orthodoxies like Sky Emperor Mountain, Purple Valley, and the Endless Fire Kingdom was bound to provoke public outrage.
Though these orthodoxies stood immortal and unshakable, that did not mean they had no enemies.
“There’s no need for such courtesy, everyone. This matter arose because of me—it is I who have implicated all of you. For that, I am truly ashamed.”
Hearing this, Changge smiled faintly and waved his hand, his expression gentle and natural, exuding a warmth like a spring breeze.
Even the most ordinary cultivators felt not the slightest pressure before him—everything felt utterly natural.
This filled their hearts with even greater reverence. They felt that Gu Changge truly carried an amiable, transcendent immortal air.
Even at a moment like this, he showed not the slightest anger or irritation.
“Speaking of which, during this venture deep into the Absolute Yin Heaven, I did discover some clues about its eruption.”
“If we wish to resolve this calamity of the Absolute Yin Heaven, I’m afraid we must act from within. As the saying goes, blocking is inferior to dredging. Rather than obstructing the spread of the Absolute Yin mist from the outside, it would be better to unclog it at its source.”
Then, paying no heed to the gazes of the various orthodoxies present, Gu Changge seemed to recall the purpose of his trip and began speaking to himself.
As if he truly intended to resolve the calamity of the Absolute Yin Heaven for the sake of the Beyond.
Hearing these words, the expressions of everyone present gradually grew solemn as they recalled the great crisis before them.
So long as the calamity of the Absolute Yin Heaven remained unresolved, it was like a giant mountain that could crash down at any moment, suspended over everyone’s heads, leaving them trembling in fear.
“Putting on a benevolent act—heh, who knows what scheme he’s plotting.”
“He just wants to trick us into entering the Absolute Yin Heaven. Don’t forget his identity.”
The red-robed old woman of the Endless Fire Kingdom let out a cold laugh. Her voice was not loud, but many people still heard it clearly.
She seemed intent on reminding everyone that Gu Changge was the Successor of Demonic Arts.
“Not good! The real Successor of Demonic Arts has appeared!”
“An ancient freak of Purple Valley, Jin Yun, has fallen victim to the Successor of Demonic Arts—his Source plundered, dead miserably within the cave dwelling!”
Not long after the red-robed old woman’s words fell—
From the crowd in the distance, a cry of alarm suddenly rang out.
The expression of Purple Valley’s True Daoist instantly turned ugly. The Jade Talisman in his palm was already covered in cracks—with a kacha, it shattered, turning into powder that scattered across the sky.
“Jin Yun has fallen...”
He spoke almost word by word, his expression so dark it seemed about to drip water.
Jin Yun was a Young Prodigy he had thought extremely highly of—he had even believed that, given enough time, Jin Yun could touch the threshold of the Celestial Realm.
But who would have thought that just now, Purple Valley had sent him word informing him of Jin Yun’s fall.
For Purple Cloud Valley, this was an unimaginable loss.
One must know that the Dao Protector at Jin Yun’s side had been one of his own followers from years past, already at the Quasi-Emperor level—yet he too had fallen, his Life Talisman shattered.
“What... the Successor of Demonic Arts has appeared again?” The red-robed old woman and the many other True Daoists all froze in expression at this moment, as if unable to believe their own ears.
The red-robed old woman in particular turned green and purple by turns, as if she had been slapped in the face in public—her expression ugly to the extreme.