"You Di, you must now know the stance of the Nine Heavens."
Gazing at the silent Gu Qingfeng, Nalan Qianqiu cautiously advised, "You may doubt my words, but you should at least believe what Ruyi says. She holds the Great Sun Bright Command, making her an emissary of the Nine Heavens, representing their will."
Beside her, Mo Ruyi added softly, "You Di, please rest assured. The Nine Heavens neither will nor wish to be your enemy. Regarding the matter of the Original Sin, the Nine Heavens will soon issue a decree proclaiming it to all realms and myriad beings. If possible, the Nine Heavens are willing to take the initiative to reconcile with you."
Gu Qingfeng stood in the void.
His ink-black hair drifted gently in the breeze across his expressionless face, while his snow-white robes fluttered lightly in the wind. He opened a jar of Hell Impermanence Wine, took a swig, raised his eyes to look at Nalan Qianqiu and Mo Ruyi, and said indifferently, "What does any of what you've said have to do with me?"
"Ah!"
Nalan Qianqiu didn't understand Gu Qingfeng's meaning and repeated, "I mean... the Nine Heavens will not act today and are also willing to reconcile with you."
"So?"
Gu Qingfeng said with detached indifference, "What should I do? Kneel in gratitude for the Nine Heavens' great benevolence?"
"No! That's not it! I don't mean that! I..." Nalan Qianqiu's delicate face turned deathly pale, but she didn't know how to explain.
"Then what do you mean?"
"I..." Nalan Qianqiu was at a loss for words. Mo Ruyi, who had always been somewhat fearful of Gu Qingfeng, stared at him now with a sense of ominous foreboding.
"Moreover, I think you've all mistaken one issue."
Nalan Qianqiu and Mo Ruyi exchanged glances, neither understanding Gu Qingfeng's meaning. Nalan Qianqiu asked blankly, "What issue?"
"The issue is..." Gu Qingfeng took another swig of wine, fixed his gaze on Nalan Qianqiu and Mo Ruyi, and said solemnly, "It's not the Nine Heavens who are about to act now. It's me."
Nalan Qianqiu's heart sank with a thud. She finally understood the meaning behind Gu Qingfeng's words.
Gu Qingfeng simply didn't care whether the Nine Heavens acted or not, nor did he care about their stance.
Thinking of this, Nalan Qianqiu asked in horror, "You... what exactly do you want to do?"
"Do what I must do."
At this moment.
After receiving message talismans from their respective Ancestral Patriarchs, the representatives of the various major powers did not linger. They all began to prepare to leave the Lingluo Heavenly Domain.
"The main show hasn't even started yet, and you're all already preparing to pack up and go home! You built this stage, you raised the curtain, you attracted this audience. And I, such a big star, such a big name, was the one you clamored for, calling out a thousand times to appear. You decide when to sing and when not to sing? What's this? Don't you take me for a star, for a name?!"
Gu Qingfeng's voice was no longer like the gentle spring breeze from before. It turned sharp and cold, sweeping through the Lingluo Heavenly Domain like a tornado.
Here.
Gu Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back.
His ink-black hair danced wildly.
His snow-white robes flapped noisily.
His ordinarily plain face was cold and ruthless, his pair of dark and gloomy eyes as still and deep as an abyss. He roared, "Let me tell you, today's show, you'll perform it whether you want to or not! Without my nod, not a single one of you motherfuckers is leaving! All of you, get the hell down here!"
Boom!
A thunderclap exploded in the void. The terrifying force of the sound, like a demon's howl, shook the entire Lingluo Heavenly Domain violently!
Within the area, the immortals who were withdrawing were struck by this fierce roar, causing them to plummet from mid-air. Some were instantly blasted apart, flesh and blood flying; some were torn open, skin and flesh rent; some bled from all seven orifices. Even the representatives of the Great Wasteland magnates were shaken until blood sprayed from their mouths and noses. As for the Great Dao Destiny holders like North Altar Immortal King, Blackflame Star Lord, and Profound Jade Star Lord, their very souls trembled from this single shout.
Earlier.
The void of the Lingluo Heavenly Domain had been bright, like daylight, further illuminated by the immortal Dao Great Sun conjured by the domain's overseer, Lord Saint Yang.
But when Gu Qingfeng's Powerful Roar fell.
The Great Sun that had been hanging high in the Lingluo Heavenly Domain was forcefully shaken until it plummeted downward.
The Lingluo Heavenly Domain, originally bathed in bright light, instantly turned from day to night.
When the Nine Heavens Immortal Path's Empress Nalan Qianqiu appeared.
When the Nine Heavens emissary Mo Ruyi, holding the Great Sun Bright Command, appeared.
When these representatives of the Great Wasteland magnates received message talismans from their Ancestral Patriarchs, everyone thought it was all over.
Yes.
Everyone thought so.
Whether it was the various representatives gathered in the Lingluo Heavenly Domain, the Ancestral Patriarchs lurking in the shadows, or even Lady Blackwater and the Old Beggar on Blackwater Mountain—all thought so.
After all, the Nine Heavens had made their stance clear: they would not act against You Di.
Since even the Nine Heavens were not acting, then the various Ancestral Patriarchs, however unwilling, could only give up.
In their minds, perhaps You Di's fate was not yet sealed. He should feel fortunate, and even more, he should be grateful to the Nine Heavens.
Because if the Nine Heavens truly acted, You Di would undoubtedly face grave peril today.
Everyone assumed this.
No one expected that after the Nine Heavens clearly stated they would not act, Gu Qingfeng would suddenly take action himself. Moreover, with a single Powerful Roar that shook heaven and earth, he blasted the so-called heroes and experts gathered in the Lingluo Heavenly Domain—some dead, some crippled, some maimed, some injured.
What was he doing?
What did he want to do?
Heaven's gate stood open, yet he refused to walk through. Why did he insist on charging through hell's door instead?
They didn't know.
No one knew.
Gazing at the Lingluo Heavenly Domain turned from day to night, those hiding in various worlds watching the spectacle couldn't help but recall a legend.
The Great Sun falls, twilight descends, darkness strikes, You Di arrives, the Immortal-Demon Twilight, the end of heaven and earth...
Beside them.
The faces of Nalan Qianqiu and Mo Ruyi were both deathly pale, for they could clearly sense the increasingly potent killing intent emanating from Gu Qingfeng. Neither dared speak another word, nor even dared to stay. They retreated step by step.
On Blackwater Mountain.
The Old Beggar stared wide-eyed, looking at Gu Qingfeng in astonishment. He muttered in disbelief, "This kid... what is he doing? He just barely got out of a tight spot, and now he's jumping right back in? What on earth does he want? The Nine Heavens aren't acting anymore. Instead of quitting while he's ahead, he starts acting himself? And by the looks of it, it doesn't seem like he's just playing around."
Lady Blackwater, shedding her previous seductive and charming demeanor, turned serious. Staring at Gu Qingfeng in the void, she seemed somewhat incredulous, murmuring distractedly, "Didn't you hear what he said? 'You built this stage, you raised the curtain, you attracted this audience. And I was the one you called out a thousand times to appear. You decide when to sing and when not to sing?' He said, 'Today's show, you'll perform it whether you want to or not. Without my nod, not a single one of you is leaving.'"
She paused, then said, "Old Beggar, do you know what he wants to do?"
"Do what?"
"He wants to make all the Ancestral Patriarchs understand one thing: it's easy to invite a god, but hard to send one away!"