Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 816: 808: Another Side of the Patriarch

Chapter 816: Chapter 808: Another Side of the Patriarch

The passage of time resembles a spinning wheel and is as merciless as flowing water, erasing worldly grudges, disasters, and happiness. Regardless of good or bad, all will pass before the sands of time.

The contest for the title of Son of Heaven is no exception, and its progress is accelerating.

After three million years, the Three Thousand Great Worlds have all fallen under Xuanyuan Human Venerable’s dominion, bringing peace to various realms. Following a great calamity, these realms enter a new Era, receiving blessings from the Heavenly Dao, with all things reborn.

While the Three Thousand Great Worlds are rejoicing, the contest for the title of Son of Heaven still has one crucial final battle.

The Celestial Spirit Great World remains in peace, yet the number of Little Worlds from Outer Heaven is increasing.

Ji Xiaoyu’s attainment of Innate Golden Immortal status has not been spread widely; she chooses to hide her cultivation level, continuing to pretend as the Heaven-Enpassing Free Immortal, and uses her unique Qi Concealment Technique.

This year as spring begins.

An Zizai takes Zhuang Xian into the bamboo forest to find Gu An. This bamboo grove has bee Gu An’s exclusive domain, where others dare not tread lightly.

After many years, Zhuang Xian has bee a Free Immortal and is now pursuing the path of Primordial Dao Emperor.

He wears a black shirt and white robe, with his long hair bound at the top by two bamboo hairpins, his expression solemn, embodying the aura of a seasoned sage.

ing before Gu An, the two respectfully salute Gu An.

“You may return first.”

Gu An tells An Zizai, who upon hearing this, can only suppress his curiosity and turn to leave.

Facing the Ancestor alone, Zhuang Xian, who usually fears neither heaven nor earth, now feels somewhat nervous, his breath being unsteady.

Gu An sits on the steps in front of the pavilion, he gestures for Zhuang Xian to sit on the ground, and Zhuang Xian promptly plies.

“I called you here because I intend to personally teach you. Do you know why I am willing to instruct you?” Gu An asks, as he toys with the Seven-Star Mirror, once the Immortal Path Ultimate Treasure of the Seven-Star Spirit Realm, now transformed into a Dao Treasure, containing the power to suppress a side of the Great Thousand World.

Zhuang Xian replies, “Is it because of Ancestor An?”

He would not arrogantly believe that it is due to his own character that the Ancestor appreciates him. Presently, there are countless Wushiji Disciples, many with remarkable talent, yet none have seen the Ancestor instruct anyone.

Gu An laughs, “He is just one reason. It’s also because of your master. Let me tell you a secret—don’t tell anyone, including your master.”

Zhuang Xian bees intrigued and quickly agrees.

Gu An begins to narrate tales from his time at the Supreme Sect, focusing on his interactions with Lv Baitian, soon captivating Zhuang Xian, immersing him in the story. He seems transported into the tale, witnessing Gu An and Lv Baitian, who has transformed into Elder Tian, walking and chatting in the Medicine Garden.

Zhuang Xian had heard many stories about the Ancestor before, but those were mostly legends of the Ancestor saving the world. Hearing a simple story of the Ancestor interacting with others was a first.

Very simple, yet full of flavor, calming his spirit.

Hearing about Lv Baitian restoring his identity, always wanting to pass his cultivation level to Gu An and urging him to bee the Sect Leader, causes Zhuang Xian to smile involuntarily.

Once Gu An finishes speaking, he himself drifts into reminiscence.

Zhuang Xian asks, “Ancestor, is my master a descendant of Senior Lv Baitian?”

The Ancestor indeed seems to be someone who cherishes old friendships.

Gu An glances at him, smiling, “No, he is the reincarnation of Lv Baitian. The cultivation technique I imparted to him was once taught to me by his prior incarnation.”

Zhuang Xian widens his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

To him, the tales of Gu An and Lv Baitian should stem from an unfathomably distant past, so far back that it transcends thousands, tens of thousands of reincarnation cycles. Given such Reincarnation, it’s seemingly impossible to find a familiar face.

Gu An continues, “I am indifferent to your cultivation achievements, nor concerned about how many you may aid in the future. As long as you do not mit evil, do not harm fellow disciples, even if you acplish nothing, I will not expel you from Wushi. Presently, I pass the cultivation technique to you in consideration of your master. I hope you can bee your master’s pride, as his former incarnation always aspired to nurture an exceptional disciple.”

Zhuang Xian listens attentively, pondering for a moment before solemnly nodding his head.

He doesn’t feel disappointed by this; instead, he finds the Ancestor magnanimous and sincere, expressing a swaggering boldness that fears no change.

He also hopes to bee such a person.

Gu An raises his hand and sends out the Seven-Star Mirror. The mirror floats in mid-air, the surface reflecting a beam of white light, which reveals a scene of the Dark Void within.

“Let’s watch a battle first.”

Gu An says with a smile, and with a gesture from his right hand, a wine jug from the pavilion flies into his hand.

A battle?

Curious, Zhuang Xian’s gaze turns to the Dark Void ahead, witnessing two figures approaching each other.

“Who are they?” Zhuang Xian cannot resist asking.

Gu An responds, “Sons of Heaven, the two who plunged the Three Thousand Great Worlds into a millennium-long catastrophe. They are about to have their final showdown.”

Sons of Heaven!

Zhuang Xian’s eyes widen, turning to Gu An with an expression of disbelief.

The current Celestial Spirit Great World has already formed links with the Three Thousand Great Worlds, coupled with the presence of the Ten Thousand Realms Gate, so Zhuang Xian is aware of the battle for the title of Son of Heaven.

Such a narrative feels incredibly distant to him.

In his mind, the Celestial Court even seems to be above the Beginningless Realm; within the Beginningless, no one can pare to the Son of Heaven.

The Ancestor can, astonishingly, glimpse the Sons of Heaven’s duel from within the dojo!

And the two Sons of Heaven are pletely unaware!

What kind of technique is this?

What kind of cultivation level could achieve this?

Zhuang Xian is both shocked and thrilled—disciples have always known the Ancestor is powerful, but the true extent of that power remains unseen to all.

Today, the Ancestor’s demonstration, though not earth-shattering, has shattered his perception.

Watching the Ancestor’s serene and tranquil smile, Zhuang Xian’s thoughts swirl.

At this moment, a booming sound emanates from the strong light of the Seven-Star Mirror, capturing his attention. He sees the two Sons of Heaven already engaged in battle.

The scene instantly pulls back, yet even so, the mana of both Sons of Heaven fills the entire view.

Occasionally, he sees the two Sons of Heaven grow in size, battling with Dharma Aspect, then shrink, with the scene changing to appear in other universes, the battle moving so rapidly that he daren’t blink.

Although indistinct, he senses the two Sons of Heaven’s terrifying strength.

Ping—

The sound of the mirror shattering reaches him; Zhuang Xian watches the scene, feeling as if the universe was being smashed apart, with the Dark Void quickly turning into an intense red.

“Nine Heavens True Dragon Qi, Father Emperor indeed dotes on you!”

Xuanyuan Human Venerable’s voice rings out, icy cold.

Another voice acpanies it, “Hmph, that’s because my aptitude is sufficient for cultivation. Though we are both Sons of Heaven, the disparity in talent is truly present!”

Following this, Zhuang Xian sees dragons appearing out of thin air, relentlessly attacking each other, half golden, half black, seemingly two hordes of dragons locked in battle, each enormous, with stars beside them akin to grains of sand.

“How do you also possess Nine Heavens True Dragon Qi?”

Great Immortal Divine Yuan’s voice sounds again, laden with shock and anger.

“You’re right; there is indeed a talent gap between us!” Xuanyuan Human Venerable replies with contempt.

Gu An watches their Nine Heavens True Dragon Qi, his thoughts drifting.

He recalls the final battle between Guxuan You and Taihao, where they too wielded Nine Heavens True Dragon Qi. Yet pared to them, Xuanyuan Human Venerable and Great Immortal Divine Yuan’s Nine Heavens True Dragon Qi pales in significance.