Chapter 176: The Eyes That Spy on All Beings!

“Gu An, Pan An…” Luo Hun looked at Gu An, his expression dazed and lost in thought.

His reaction annoyed Gu An.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Disappointed?

Gu An no longer feared the exposure of Pan An’s identity. Forget about his cultivation—his backers alone were enough to deal with any trouble that might come his way.

Sure, Gu An had slain many powerful figures, but none of them had personal grudges against him. For now, the strongest enemies he could provoke wouldn’t surpass the Nascent Soul Stage.

Even Lü Xian, who stood at a distance, was visibly shocked.

Gu An is Pan An?

He had always known Gu An possessed extraordinary cultivation talent, but he never expected Gu An to be this gifted in other fields as well.

At that moment, Lü Xian once again felt his own mediocrity.

He realized that true geniuses never flaunted their talent; they had no need to compare themselves with others.

Ji Ruolai glanced at Gu An and said,

“My third sister wrote me a letter, asking me to look after you. She admires the fact that you refused to follow the Ji family when they left Taixuan Sect.”

Hearing this, Gu An could only reply,

“I cultivate in Taixuan Sect. In times of crisis, I cannot flee. Besides, I don’t even need to go to the battlefield. I must do my part in the rear.”

Ji Ruolai nodded, a look of appreciation in his eyes.

After chatting for a while, Gu An excused himself and left.

Watching his departing figure, Ji Ruolai chuckled softly.

“To have formed a sworn brotherhood with Xuantian Yi, his cultivation doesn’t even matter anymore. From now on, I have to treat him like a major figure.”

Luo Hun didn’t respond. Instead, he mumbled,

“How the hell did he write Romance of the Gods… Adventures of the Green Hero, I can accept. But this…?”

Sure, he enjoyed reading Adventures of the Green Hero and Daoist Xunchun, but in his heart, Romance of the Gods was the true masterpiece!

The former satisfied his cravings. The latter was his ultimate pursuit.

At the break of dawn, an earth-shaking demonic aura surged from the distance, alarming everyone in Taixuan Sect.

In Xuan Valley, even the errand disciples training under Gu An turned their heads, their faces filled with fear.

They had never felt such an overwhelming demonic presence before. It triggered a primal terror deep within them.

Gu An sensed it too.

He spoke, his voice calm,

“Keep training. Hold your positions. If it’s beyond our control, don’t worry about it.”

Hearing his words, the disciples forced themselves to suppress their fear and resumed their exercises.

Even Chu Jingfeng and Lu Jiu Jia, who were also training, frowned deeply.

This demonic aura far surpassed that of Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo.

Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo had once driven humanity to despair—yet now, an even more terrifying demonic force had emerged.

How were they supposed to survive the Demonic Cataclysm?

The demonic aura lingered, not dissipating for seven whole days.

On the seventh day, Gu An arrived at Outer Sect City, where rumors about the Demon Ancestor had already spread.

“Did you hear? The founder of the Demon Race, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, has been resurrected! He’s the true source of the Demonic Cataclysm!”

“That Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo? He’s just one of the Seventy-Two Great Demon Kings. Above him stands the Demon Emperor, and now this Demon Ancestor has appeared… What are we supposed to do?”

“At least we have Xuantian Yi, the Dao Lord, and the Nine Great Cultivators of the World. There’s still a sliver of hope.”

“Those people are strong, sure. But can they kill the Demon Emperor? The Demon Ancestor?”

“Doesn’t matter! Even the Grandmasters have returned from overseas to help us. As cultivators, how can we fear battle? We will fight to the death, with no regrets!”

Even Foundation Establishment Stage disciples in the Outer Sect were fired up, ready to fight at any moment.

Gu An walked toward the edge of the Heavenly Mending Platform, where he saw Di Xie, the Demon Emperor’s son.

Surprisingly, Di Xie wasn’t comprehending the sword but instead stood at the platform’s edge, gazing at the sky, lost in thought.

Above, dark clouds churned.

The snowfall intensified as if trying to bury the vast land beneath it.

Gu An raised his hand, catching a snowflake.

The moment it touched his palm, it instantly melted into wisps of white mist.

“Scattered Immortal…”

Gu An silently assessed the Demon Ancestor’s cultivation.

It was terrifying.

If Xuantian Yi and the Dao Lord hadn’t returned, humanity’s strongest cultivators in the Three Dynasties would only be at the Profound Mind Realm.

How could they possibly resist a Scattered Immortal?

Even with Xuantian Yi and the Dao Lord, the power gap was too vast.

The Demon Ancestor could crush them like ants.

As Gu An watched, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly condensed into the outline of a colossal pair of eyes.

Those eyes gazed down upon all beings, exuding an immense pressure.

More and more people noticed the phenomenon, and as they looked up, an overwhelming fear gripped their hearts.

Before these eyes, all life felt insignificant.

A name surfaced in their minds—

Demon Ancestor!

The entire Outer Sect City fell into a suffocating silence.

Then, a voice boomed through the skies—

“Hmph! So what if it’s the Demon Ancestor? I, Xuantian Yi, will slay him! Watch closely, younger generations—this world belongs to us!”

His thunderous voice echoed across Taixuan Sect, filled with unwavering dominance, shaking hearts and souls.

Everyone who heard it was fired up, their blood boiling with determination.

Gu An also smiled.

He had to admit—Xuantian Yi truly had the presence of a savior.

In this regard, Lü Baitian fell short.

Lü Baitian ruled with authority.

Xuantian Yi, however, carried an aura of absolute invincibility—a spirit that could uplift people even in the darkest of times.

Gu An could sense that Xuantian Yi had already left Taixuan Sect, heading north.

He turned away.

The endless tide of demons was surging southward.

It wouldn’t be long before the Demonic Cataclysm erupted in full force!

Let them fight first.

Only after experiencing true despair will they learn to cherish peace.

At a stone table, Gu An leisurely sipped his wine.

Beside him, Tian Yao’er squatted barefoot on a stone stool, staring nervously at the cave’s ceiling.

Right now, an endless stream of demons was passing over Phoenix Mountain, heading southward.

The tremors caused Nianchu Cave Dwelling to shake ever so slightly.

Tian Yao’er turned to Gu An, frowning,

“Master, I don’t know why, but I feel incredibly angry. I want to tear something apart… I’ve never felt this way before.”

Gu An felt it too.

The demons of the Demonic Domain were losing control, going berserk.

This wasn’t just the Demon Emperor or Demon Ancestor’s command.

Something far more sinister was at play.

A mysterious force was affecting the demons—but only those in the Demonic Domain.

The Three Dynasties’ demons remained unaffected.

Gu An was curious.

What kind of power could influence so many demons at once?

Could it be the Demon Ancestor’s blood?

After all, he remembered—

The demons of this continent were all born from the Demon Ancestor’s blood.

“If your cultivation isn’t strong enough, you’ll always be controlled by others,” Gu An said flatly.

His gaze remained fixed on the endless horde of demons surging forward.

No matter which direction Gu An extended his divine sense, all he could see was an overwhelming tide of demonic creatures, stretching endlessly into the horizon. The sheer scale made his scalp tingle.

Tian Yao’er shook her head and said,

“I don’t want to be controlled by other demons. I can only let Master control me.”

Gu An didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up, preparing to reinforce the cave’s protective formations to prevent Tian Yao’er from losing control and trampling his spiritual herbs.

At the very battlefield where Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo had once waged war, numerous sects and factions had now established massive fortifications along the canyon’s edge.

Lü Baitian hovered in the air, gazing at the distant horizon with a grim expression.

Across the canyon, demonic mist churned, blotting out the sky and sun. The world beyond was consumed by darkness, as if it belonged to an entirely different realm.

Ji Hantian flew over to Lü Baitian’s side, his expression equally solemn.

“This battle… I doubt we can hold out for more than a few days.”

Lü Baitian glanced at him and asked,

“Wasn’t the Ji family planning to retreat?”

“Yes. Most of our members have already withdrawn from Taixuan Sect.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“Because I am the Vice Sect Master of Taixuan Sect. Anyone else can leave, but you and I cannot.”

Ji Hantian looked toward the distant battlefield, his gaze calm.

His words were light, but they carried undeniable strength.

Lü Baitian chuckled and shook his head before turning his eyes back to the horizon.

The demonic mist surged, like an abyssal storm creeping closer.

As the overwhelming demonic aura gathered, the sky and earth felt as if they were being crushed beneath its weight.

In a dense forest near Three Pure Mountains, Su Han sat beneath a tree, absentmindedly stroking the bone sword in his hand.

The Thirteen Fiends of the Nine Nether Path were scattered around him, while the Nightshade Ghost Mother sat atop a coffin, meditating with her eyes closed.

Li Sanyou spoke,

“Ghost Mother, all the Grandmasters of Three Pure Mountains have gone to the northern battlefield. When do we make our move?”

The Nightshade Ghost Mother remained still, replying flatly,

“No rush. We wait until the battle erupts.”

Su Han looked up at her and asked,

“This time… who is our target?”

“Li Ya, the Crown Prince of Taicang Empire.” The Nightshade Ghost Mother spoke the name without hesitation.

Su Han frowned. He was well aware of Li Ya’s connection to Gu An.

He asked,

“Why him?”

She replied indifferently,

“The Hatred Heaven Divine Sword technique has always been incomplete. The Taicang Frightening God Sword, passed down in Li Family, may help unleash its true potential.

“Although An Hao blocked us from seizing Celestial Palace Mountain, his appearance gave me a revelation—you must obtain the Taicang Frightening God Sword as well. Its sword intent resonates with the power of all beings. Perhaps it will awaken the true might of the Hatred Heaven Divine Sword.”

Her tone was eerily calm, as if Li Ya’s fate was already sealed.

Su Han took a deep breath and said,

“Choose someone else. There are other Li family members—I won’t target Li Ya.”

“The Taicang Frightening God Sword is unique to him. Even Li Xuanmiao of Three Pure Mountains doesn’t know it.”

“No. Li Ya is my martial uncle. I refuse to do it!”

Su Han’s voice was firm, his stance unyielding—a rare defiance against the Nightshade Ghost Mother.

She slowly opened her hollow, lifeless eyes, her gaze falling upon him.

Even as a powerful cultivator, Su Han instinctively averted his eyes, feeling an inexplicable dread.

The Thirteen Fiends of the Nine Nether Path remained silent, watching him with amusement.

The Nightshade Ghost Mother spoke again, her voice cold,

“If you refuse to target Li Ya, then you must prepare yourself…”

Boom!

Before she could finish, thunder roared across the heavens.

Startled, the Nightshade Ghost Mother, Su Han, and the others looked up.

Lightning clouds surged, and arcs of electricity intertwined in the sky.

Within the stormy clouds, a massive figure loomed.

A hoarse, ancient voice echoed through the world—

“Daoist Longevity! It’s time to settle our grudge!”

The voice came directly from the lightning storm.

Far away in Xuan Valley, Gu An’s divine sense swept across the entire Three Dynasties, observing everything.

He noticed spatial disturbances emerging from the depths of numerous mountains.

Countless demonic creatures were being teleported directly into the heart of the Three Dynasties!

These teleportation arrays originated from ancient ruins and forbidden lands scattered across the continent.

Gu An immediately understood—

The Seven Star Spirit Realm was helping the demons!

Those ancient ruins were most likely left behind by the Seven Star Spirit Realm long ago.

It was a meticulously planned scheme.

The Seven Star Spirit Realm had just played a masterful move in this cosmic game of chess!

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