"I'm telling you, he possesses an endless multitude of Color Spirits."
"Do you know what 'endless multitude' means?
It means countless, infinite, boundless, do you understand?"
What Wan Huaiyu had said earlier was already unbelievably absurd.
But what Bei Changqing was saying at this moment was even more exaggerated, even more absurd, and simultaneously even more unbelievable.
Infinite Color Spirits?
Was that possible?
The answer was obvious.
Even imagining with one's toes would tell you this was impossible. No one could possess an endless multitude of Great Nature Color Spirits, unless it was the Mother of Nature herself. And the Mother of Nature was an existence akin to a God. Could Gu Qingfeng be a God?
One didn't need to think to know the answer.
Especially since Bei Changqing looked utterly deranged as he said this, making it all the more seem like he was telling some kind of joke.
"Purple-Gold Cloud Noble Bei Changqing, I hope you will cease making such pointless jokes!" Elder Liuguang Tao reprimanded.
"A joke?
You actually think I'm joking with you...
Heh...
Heh!"
Bei Changqing laughed wildly, but his laughter soon turned into an expression of fear and grievance. "Do you know?
I wish more than any of you that I were joking...
Truly...
But...
But I'm not!"
"If you're not joking, how could you possibly utter such an absurd statement about endless Color Spirits!"
"Absurd?
Heh...
You think this is absurd?"
"Nonsense!
This old man couldn't detect a single trace of a Color Spirit aura from that Gu Qingfeng! Where would this 'endless multitude' come from!"
"Not detecting it is precisely correct! If you *could* detect it, *that* would be wrong! Do you know why you can't detect it?
Because...
Heh...
Because he used his endless multitude of Color Spirits to gestate a Taiji...
Taiji Myriad Phenomena...
Myriad Living Stupas...
Hehehe..."
Taiji Myriad Phenomena?
Myriad Living Stupas?
What were these?
No one understood.
No one could understand.
Whether it was Yun Bao, Liuguang Tao, Xun Nian, or even reincarnated great powers like Qian He and Qing Yan, none of them understood. However, both of them could see that Bei Changqing was not deranged, nor did he seem to be joking. And Wan Huaiyu certainly didn't seem to be deliberately trying to scare them.
But if what they were saying was true, neither Qing Yan nor Qian He dared to believe it.
"What is Taiji Myriad Phenomena?
Do any of you know?"
"What are the Myriad Living Stupas?
Do any of you know?"
"You don't know. You know nothing..."
Bei Changqing truly seemed to have lost his mind. His pale face wore a dazed, complex expression—fear, terror, worry, regret, confusion. He shook his head, speaking in broken fragments: "You are completely ignorant about everything concerning him. But perhaps that's for the best. If possible, I wouldn't want to know anything about him either. I believe...
You two feel the same way, don't you?"
Wan Huaiyu and Qin Hao looked at Bei Changqing. Though neither of them responded, deep in their hearts, they agreed wholeheartedly with his words.
If possible,
they too wished they didn't know.
If time could flow backwards,
they would absolutely never have gone to join the commotion in the Great Northwest nine years ago.
Ignorance breeds fearlessness.
Only fearlessness allows one to maintain an ordinary, tranquil heart.
Only by maintaining an ordinary heart can one's cultivation proceed unimpeded.
But now?
Wan Huaiyu and Qin Hao could no longer maintain that ordinary heart. Deep within, they could no longer cultivate with the same peace as before.
It wasn't a feeling of injustice from the Heavenly Dao.
Nor was it envy or jealousy.
It was genuine terror.
One Taiji Myriad Phenomena.
One Myriad Living Stupas.
One Absolute Body.
One Ancient Taboo.
One bloodline of Original Sin.
Any one of these five existences could alter the very landscape of the current era.
Now, all five terrifying existences resided within him.
How could they possibly cultivate in peace? How could they not be afraid?
Moreover,
who dared to guarantee that he possessed *only* these five terrifying existences?
Just thinking of this, Wan Huaiyu and Qin Hao both felt as if the very Heavens and Earth had turned bleak and gray.
If they felt this way,
how much worse must it be for Bei Changqing?
Her world was even bleaker.
And she herself had long since fallen into despair—a despair so profound her spirit might truly be a bit unhinged.
Perhaps having spoken too much, Bei Changqing felt thirsty. He sat down in a chair and began drinking wine by himself, then added: "Furthermore, I can also tell you this: he never fused with a single remnant wisp of the Monarch's consciousness. He doesn't need to, nor is it necessary. Because he *is* Monarch Chixiao Gu Tianlang, the very one who overthrew your Immortal Dynasty in the ancient era!"
Words that shock to the core!
Bei Changqing's statement once again sent shivers of fear through the hearts of the several thousand Immortal Dynasty members present!
However,
most people felt that Bei Changqing must have been bewitched or possessed by some evil, his spirit stimulated, which was why he was spouting such nonsense.
Yet,
those present like Yun Bao, Liuguang Tao, Xun Nian, and the other Immortals could see—especially Qian He—she was certain that Bei Changqing was neither bewitched nor possessed.
As for what exactly was wrong with Bei Changqing, she truly didn't know. She turned her gaze to Wan Huaiyu and asked, "Is he truly Monarch Chixiao Gu Tianlang?"
Wan Huaiyu looked at her. After a long moment, he nodded.
His nod was no small matter. It genuinely frightened the thirty-plus Immortals and several hundred nobles present.
If Bei Changqing's words were the ravings of a deranged mind, Wan Huaiyu was clearly not deranged. On the contrary, he appeared more rational than anyone else. And given Wan Huaiyu's character, it was impossible for him to make such a pointless joke at a time like this.
Could it be that man truly was Monarch Chixiao?
And was he truly as terrifying as Wan Huaiyu said, even beyond imagination?
If Gu Qingfeng had merely fused with a wisp of the Monarch's consciousness, perhaps no one would have believed Wan Huaiyu's earlier words.
But if Gu Qingfeng *was* the ancient-era Monarch Chixiao Gu Tianlang, that was an entirely different matter.
Monarch Chixiao was terrifying enough on his own.
Many had personally witnessed him being judged by the Immortal Dao and reduced to dust and smoke. Yet now he was alive again. Not only alive, but he had neither reincarnated nor seized another's body for rebirth. What did that signify?
It signified his abilities were so great he had merged with the very Heavens and Earth, transcending life and death.
If that were truly the case,
then his existence was absolutely far more terrifying than one could imagine.
Originally,
before this, they had all doubted whether the newly emerged Monarch in Yanluo was genuine. After all, anyone who could command the reverence of the Blood Fiend Dragon and Elephant couldn't easily be dismissed as fake.
However, as Gu Qingfeng appeared and they discovered he was the same man from the Great Northwest nine years ago—the one who claimed to have fused with a remnant wisp of the Monarch's consciousness—the stone hanging in their hearts gradually settled. Since he wasn't Monarch Chixiao, there was nothing to fear.
But now,
Wan Huaiyu was saying he *was* Monarch Chixiao himself, and his existence was even more terrifying than imagined.
This caused the stone that had just settled in their hearts to rise once more, higher than before, more suspended, filling them with even greater unease, anxiety, and fear.