Not taking them seriously did not mean viewing them as ants, nor did it mean they could be easily erased.
Speaking of erasure, none of them had absolute confidence.
Even if they succeeded in the end, they themselves would inevitably pay a heavy price.
Those old Mysterious Immortals who had reached profound and wondrous realms were all old-timers who had cultivated for countless years. Which one of them didn't have a life-saving treasure kept as a last resort?
Moreover, with their abilities, even if they couldn't win in the end, they had many ways to escape. As long as they were determined to flee, few could stop them. Furthermore, taking a step back, even if they couldn't win or escape, with their formidable cultivation bases, if they fought to the death, Pure Robe Bodhisattva, Eastern Peak Great Emperor, and the others would absolutely be in for more than they bargained for.
And that was just the old Mysterious Immortals. As for those Heavenly Destiny bearers, each possessed Heavenly Destiny protection, which was incredibly powerful and not something just anyone could breach.
There was another even more important reason: Great Dao Heavenly Destiny was, after all, Great Dao Heavenly Destiny. It was ordained by Heaven's Mandate. Throughout heaven and earth, aside from a few special exceptions, no one dared to erase a Great Dao Heavenly Destiny. Pure Robe Bodhisattva didn't dare, nor did Eastern Peak Great Emperor.
Because they all knew that erasing Heavenly Destiny meant defying the Heavenly Dao—an unforgivable heavenly sin that would inevitably incur judgment from the Great Dao.
Furthermore, behind those with Great Dao Heavenly Destiny stood either Great Wasteland Magnates or Blessed Lands and Grotto Heavens, the Nine Heavens or the Nine Netherworlds, as well as forbidden lands and holy grounds. If they merely injured them, it might be manageable. But if they erased them, it would undoubtedly enrage the forces behind them. The consequences that would follow were unimaginable, at least something neither Pure Robe Bodhisattva nor Eastern Peak Great Emperor could bear.
Therefore.
When they heard that Gu Qingfeng had not long ago erased over forty profound and wondrous elders from the Loulan Blessed Land, five Great Dao Star Monarchs, and two Great Dao Thrones, Pure Robe Bodhisattva and the others felt shock and awe in their hearts.
What shocked them wasn't that Gu Qingfeng had the guts.
How bold Gu Qingfeng was, everyone knew. In the Ancient Era, he burned the Nine Heavens; in the Present-Ancient Era, he erased Heavenly Destiny bearers right in front of the Heavenly Dao in the Lingluo Heavenly Domain. They had all heard of it.
What truly shocked them was that Gu Qingfeng had erased so many elders from the Loulan Blessed Land and nearly ten Great Dao Heavenly Destinies, among them even Qingli Junwang, a disciple of Duke Lingyin.
It must be known that Qingli Junwang was one of the rare few in the Great Wasteland who possessed dual Heavenly Destinies—both a Great Dao Throne and a Great Dao Star Monarch. Whether in fame, influence, or cultivation strength, he was no weaker than Pure Robe Bodhisattva or Eastern Peak Great Emperor.
Pure Robe Bodhisattva had always heard that Gu Qingfeng's existence was mysterious and bizarre, his strength beyond imagination. He originally thought that no matter how beyond imagination, with his own strength, he should at least be qualified to fight Gu Qingfeng. But upon hearing that Qingli Junwang had been erased by Gu Qingfeng, he suddenly realized the gap between himself and Gu Qingfeng was probably far greater than he had imagined.
Nearby.
Whether it was the group from the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm or the group from the Loulan Blessed Land, they all tightly gripped their magical treasures, gritting their teeth as they stared fixedly at Gu Qingfeng in this space. Their eyes were especially complex—though there was anger, there was even more fear.
This included the renowned Eastern Peak Great Emperor Zhuge Yun and Duke Lingyin, the ruler of a heavenly domain. They were no exception.
Otherwise, facing Gu Qingfeng, they wouldn't be as they were now—daring to be angry but not daring to speak.
At the center.
Gu Qingfeng drank fine wine while squinting his eyes to observe the Seven-Colored Lotus in the sky. After watching for a long time, he still couldn't make head or tail of it. Beside him, Da Xing the Mad Monk was also staring at that Seven-Colored Lotus, sighing, "What great fortune this little girl has."
Gu Qingfeng casually asked, "Just what is this thing anyway?"
Da Xing the Mad Monk shook his head. "Even this old monk can't say for sure right now."
"Can't say, or don't want to say?"
"Truly can't say. The only thing this old monk dares affirm is that with this opportunity, the little girl's future achievements will definitely not be below her master, Floating Life Imperial Lord. This is fortune cultivated in a past life! It's fate!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk's words were ambiguous, as if hinting at something. Just then, a sinister laugh suddenly came from the sky.
"Hehehe! What a holy and pure Seven-Colored Lotus!"
Everyone looked toward the source of the sound. In the distant sky, a mass of pitch-black dark clouds drifted over. The dark clouds rolled forth like raging rivers and seas. At the same time, a bloody mist spread out, containing demonic aura as violent as towering waves.
Such powerful demonic aura!
This was everyone's first impression.
Such terrifying killing intent!
This was everyone's second impression!
A demonic path expert!
This was everyone's third impression!
"Hehehe! What a treasure indeed!"
The voice came as a figure rushed out from the dark clouds.
That person stood a full nine meters tall, like a giant. He wore a green python robe, with nine blood-red great banners inserted behind his back. With disheveled hair, he looked like a ghost. His eyes were crimson red, with double pupils within, and on his forehead was a third closed eye, making him appear especially bizarre.
Seeing this burly giant.
Seeing those nine blood-red banners.
Seeing the three eyes and double pupils.
The expressions of everyone present couldn't help but change slightly, as a title surfaced in their minds: Three-Eyed Demon Lord!
The title Three-Eyed Demon Lord was a nightmare for many cultivators in the Present-Ancient Era.
No one knew where this Three-Eyed Demon Lord had come from, only that his existence was cruel, bloodthirsty, savage, and insane.
Since his appearance, he had slaughtered over forty mortal worlds!
Yes.
Slaughtered!
All the cultivators from a full forty-plus mortal worlds had been killed by the Three-Eyed Demon Lord. Their souls were devoured by him, their blood used to refine his magical treasures, and even their corpses were refined into zombies.
In the ten thousand years since the Present-Ancient Era began, those who died by the Three-Eyed Demon Lord's hand were countless.
Among them were rulers of entire worlds, officials of various immortal dynasties, and even experts from Great Wasteland Magnates and Blessed Lands and Grotto Heavens, many of whom became puppet zombies in the Three-Eyed Demon Lord's hands.
Exaggerated?
Not at all.
Don't be fooled just because he was only a Demon Lord bearing Heavenly Destiny. His strength was so terrifying that even some Great Dao Thrones were no match for him. Even Eastern Peak Great Emperor and Pure Robe Bodhisattva present here had no confidence in whether they could deal with the Three-Eyed Demon Lord.
According to rumors.
This Three-Eyed Demon Lord possessed an extremely powerful Great Dao innate magical treasure, named the Nine Nether Banners, precisely those nine blood-red great banners hanging behind him.
The Three-Eyed Demon Lord's purpose in slaughtering over forty worlds was to refine these Nine Nether Banners.
It was said that when the Nine Nether Banners were unleashed, heaven and earth would change color. One banner would kill your life, one would suck your blood, one would refine your spirit, one would dissolve your soul, one would devour your heart, one would bewilder your mind, one would rot your flesh, one would consume your body. No matter how high your cultivation or how powerful your strength, you would become a sacrifice for the Nine Nether Banners.