"The old master is no longer in serious danger. Once he awakens, he just needs to rest and nourish his heart-mind."
Gu Qingfeng walked over to Elder Shi Tong, then looked at Feihe, who was lying on the ground, his soul scared out of him. "I will find an opportunity to explain the matters of Liuren Mountain to the old master."
He then turned around, his dark eyes sweeping across the scene. "This matter ends here. Anyone who is dissatisfied can come find me at the Yunxia Sect."
The tens of thousands gathered on Liuren Mountain—the ten great sects, the three caves and five mountains, the two branch halls—not a single one dared to utter a response.
Dissatisfied?
Who dared to be dissatisfied?
The number one sect of Liuli, the Feng Hui Sect, had been beaten to the point of over ten thousand casualties in just a few moves.
The mighty Nascent Soul old monster, Jiangzhu Ancestor, had been scared into unconsciousness by a few words.
Even the Twelve Chixiao People had come and knelt in salute, being reprimanded without daring to utter a single word of protest.
Under such circumstances, who was still dissatisfied?
Who still dared to be dissatisfied?
No one dared.
"Kid Gu, wait for this old man!"
Huode picked up his pipe, preparing to follow Gu Qingfeng back, when he suddenly noticed Gu Qingfeng ahead had come to an abrupt halt.
"Kid Gu, what's wrong?"
Huode was puzzled. He noticed Gu Qingfeng was staring at the western horizon, so he looked over as well, but there seemed to be nothing there. He called out again, but Gu Qingfeng still did not respond.
"Leave this place immediately."
With a whoosh, Gu Qingfeng leaped into the air, his gaze fixed on the western horizon.
"What's happening?"
The Twelve Chixiao People also rushed over, seemingly not understanding. However, they soon sensed something unusual. Huode might not have noticed anything, but the twelve of them were veterans who had followed the Chixiao Monarch in battle across the world back in the day. Their souls and heart-minds were extraordinary, and with the protection of the Chixiao Dragon-Elephant Spirit, their perception of dangerous auras was incomparable to ordinary people.
The twelve immediately released their divine sense to investigate.
This investigation was no small matter—it immediately startled them. A vast Great Spirit was sweeping over, covering the sky and earth.
It truly covered the sky and earth!
The naked eye might not detect it, but divine sense could.
The western horizon was already shrouded in darkness, with brilliant stars. A holy, sacred moon was slowly rising. As the moon rose, the darkness grew even darker, and the stars in the sky seemed to fall like a meteor shower, descending madly.
This was might!
Great Spirit Might!
Great Spirit was a mysterious and profound technique, something ordinary cultivators could not comprehend. Unlike immortal arts, there were no specific techniques to cultivate it—it relied entirely on enlightenment.
Whose Great Spirit Might could be so vast, so terrifying!
An immortal?
A demon?
No!
The Twelve Chixiao People had seen immortals and demons before. Even the Great Spirit Might of immortals and demons was absolutely not this terrifying!
It was the night.
A moon was rising madly amidst the brilliant, countless falling stars.
It was huge, boundless, and holy—as holy as the moon of the Nine Heavens.
The Twelve Chixiao People reacted, wanting to remind everyone to guard their heart-minds, but it was too late. That vast Great Spirit had already enveloped them.
However,
what shocked the Twelve Chixiao People even more was that when the vast moon-like Great Spirit first enveloped them, another Great Spirit Might suddenly appeared.
What was this Great Spirit?
The twelve did not know.
They only knew that when this Great Spirit Might erupted, the great sun here seemed to fall, followed by the descent of dusk, the arrival of twilight.
When the great sun fell.
When dusk descended.
When twilight appeared.
The heart-minds of the tens of thousands gathered on Liuren Mountain—the ten great sects, the three caves and five mountains—suddenly sank. It felt as if their heart-minds had exploded in an instant.
Bang!
One person bled from all seven orifices, his body stiffened, and he fell to the ground.
Then, a second, a tenth, a hundredth...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
One after another on Liuren Mountain fell to the ground, all without exception—their heart-minds shattered, bleeding from all seven orifices, bodies stiffened, consciousness gone. Tens of thousands of people, in less than the time of a single breath, had their heart-minds shattered and fell unconscious.
Only twelve people were still struggling to hold on. They were none other than the Twelve Chixiao People.
They relied on their strong will to guard their heart-minds, but they were only barely holding on. At this moment, their heart-minds were like flames in a cold wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment!
As the twelve sat cross-legged on the ground—wah!
Blood immediately flowed from all seven orifices.
In that instant!
Roar—twelve earth-shaking dragon roars and elephant bellows erupted. Twelve blood-colored dragon-elephants coiled around the bodies of the twelve, spiraling upward.
Roar—the fury of the dragon-elephants shot straight into the clouds, shaking their heads and roaring at the sky.
Holding on.
It was no use.
Even with the appearance of the Twelve Chixiao People's Chixiao Dragon-Elephants, it was still no use.
The dusk that descended after the great sun fell was too terrifying, forcing them to struggle desperately. In the end, their heart-minds were lost, their consciousness vanished, and they fell unconscious.
In the air,
Gu Qingfeng stood there, his robes fluttering, his black hair dancing wildly. His cold, stern face, his aloof expression, his disdainful gaze—he did not move, merely standing with his hands behind his back.
Before him was the night, a boundless, huge moon accompanied by countless holy, sacred falling stars.
Behind him was the dusk, the twilight after the fall of a great sun, accompanied by countless violet-tinged flames.
"Jun Xuanji?"
Gu Qingfeng's powerful spirit transmitted over.
The other party's Great Spirit gave him an indescribable feeling. He could not be sure if it was Jun Xuanji, only that it seemed somewhat similar—especially that boundless, pure moon, which was too much like Jun Xuanji.
However,
no one responded to him.
Gu Qingfeng tried asking again, but still no one responded.
"I'll ask you one more time—is it Jun Xuanji or not!"
Still no response.
"Since you won't speak, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Gu Qingfeng took a step forward. The violet-tinged flames behind him instantly surged, like sky-burning fire, madly burning as they pressed forward.
"Be extinguished!"
Gu Qingfeng raised a hand, pointing straight at the heavens.
With this single finger pointing at the firmament, the Great Spirit world here shook, the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, as if the world were ending, like a cataclysmic doomsday.
Boom!
The mad violet-tinged flames burned everything between heaven and earth with an overwhelming force. The night ahead collapsed, the boundless moon flickered in and out of sight, and the falling stars continuously disintegrated, utterly unable to resist before scattering and vanishing.
Who knew how long it passed.
The night disappeared.
The holy, sacred moon also vanished.
The other party's Great Spirit had completely shattered.
On this side, Gu Qingfeng also withdrew his own Great Spirit.
Dusk no longer descended, twilight no longer enveloped, the violet flames no longer burned. Everything returned to normal.
The duel of Great Spirits was neither visible nor tangible, nor did it affect the real world. However, only absolute experts knew that this kind of duel was the most terrifying.
No matter how powerful a divine ability, it could only injure the physical body.
If the physical body was destroyed, as long as the soul remained intact, there was a chance for rebirth.
But a spiritual duel contended with the heart-mind.
What did the heart-mind guard?
It guarded the soul.
Once the heart-mind was lost, one's soul could be seized in an instant.
Gu Qingfeng gazed at the western horizon. Although he could not be sure whether the earlier Great Spirit came from Jun Xuanji, one thing was certain: the other party's spirit did not contain killing intent, nor did it seem like a test. In fact, Gu Qingfeng had not even detected the other party's consciousness—it was as if it had suddenly appeared, more like an instinct.