Chapter 295 The Great Cold Demon Sect is attacking!

When Shen Xinzi spoke, all the disciples of Medicine Valley around them broke into cheers, though Shen Xinzi hesitated, wanting to say more.

He still wanted to mention one thing—that perhaps no continent had actually been chosen.

To annihilate an entire continent would take unimaginable power, and at the Ninth Layer of the Free Soaring Immortal Stage, he would certainly be able to sense it.

But he couldn’t reveal this, lest he cause unnecessary panic among these mortals.

Even if they knew what was coming, what could they do about it?

Might as well enjoy the moment of surprise and live out the remaining days in peace.

Time went on.

As the moon set and the sun rose again the next day, all living beings on the continent finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the Lifetaking Immortal had said a continent would be chosen each day—and at least, they’d survived the first.

Taixuan Sect also regained some composure. Though many noble families began withdrawing, the core foundation remained stable.

When Gu An returned to the Third Medicine Valley, order had already been restored. After Xiao Chuan left, An Xin had taken over the valley’s management. With her gentle nature, most disciples liked her, so everything had been running smoothly under her watch.

Not long after he returned, Shen Zhen found him.

“Wanna hide out somewhere?” Shen Zhen asked with a smug smile. She wore a veil, and the eyes beneath it curved like crescent moons.

Gu An strolled toward a distant garden area and casually asked, “Hide how?”

Shen Zhen caught up to him and said, “I can stash you inside a painting or a scroll. Then we hide that away—wouldn’t that be hiding?”

“They’re talking about destroying an entire continent. Where could you possibly hide?”

“Underground, obviously. When they say destroy a continent, they must mean annihilate all life and leave the land in ruins—not literally erase the land itself.”

“Huh, that makes sense. Wait—are you a genius?” Gu An said with mock shock, staring at her in disbelief.

Shen Zhen’s lips twitched beneath the veil. How could she not hear the sarcasm in his voice?

Gu An went on, “Don’t think too much about it. I actually suspect our continent was chosen yesterday. That mysterious pressure wasn’t lying. And haven’t you noticed how eerily quiet today is?”

Shen Zhen narrowed her eyes. “You mean the Grand Cold Demon Sect’s assault got blocked?”

“Very likely,” Gu An replied firmly. “I believe the heavens have eyes. There must be grandmasters in this world who care for the people. Demonic cults like the Grand Cold Demon Sect can’t be allowed to thrive forever!”

Shen Zhen found herself unable to judge him. If he were truly foolish, how had he come this far? But if he were truly naive, how could he write a masterpiece like Journey to the West?

“You say the heavens have eyes. Then tell me, do you think true immortals exist? Not just people with great cultivation—I mean real immortals,” Shen Zhen suddenly asked, curiosity lighting her tone.

She’d always felt that Romance of the Gods and Journey to the West couldn’t be pure fiction. Gu An must’ve seen something—added a bit of flair and fantasy to bring it to life.

Maybe, just as Gu An had said, an immortal had really guided him in a dream.

The two of them chatted idly. They were but a small part of the world, just one story amid many. All over the realm, people were talking about the Lifetaking Immortal.

So long as the Lifetaking Immortal lived, the catastrophe wouldn’t end.

Two days later.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord and Qie Wuxing returned to the Third Medicine Valley—almost as if they’d planned it.

When they sat down at the Go board, their gazes met, both filled with heaviness.

“You felt it too?” Qie Wuxing asked.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord placed a stone. “A net across heaven and earth—nowhere to run.”

Qie Wuxing picked up a piece. “You? Nowhere to run? I’m the one being controlled.”

As he said this, his gaze drifted toward the distant pavilions.

Ji Xuanyu was his hope.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord fell silent and sighed softly.

Qie Wuxing glanced at him curiously. “You know, I’ve always wondered—what exactly are you looking for?”

There was no answer.

Qie Wuxing looked thoughtful, as if something clicked, and his expression grew complicated.

Divine Anomaly Realm.

By the sea.

The Lord of Divine Anomalies stood before the Divine Anomaly Life Monument, surrounded by seven Divine Anomaly Wraith Kings, all gazing toward the heavens.

Beneath the blood-colored sky floated a whisk, slowly rotating in mid-air.

Unlike the calm of the Lord of Divine Anomalies, the wraith kings were visibly uneasy—they knew exactly who they were facing.

“Lord of Divine Anomalies, prepare to go to war with us.”

A cold voice echoed across the heavens.

Even Zhang Bukui, deep within a cave chamber, heard it. His eyes flew open, brows tightly furrowed, a look of concern surfacing for the Lord of Divine Anomalies.

Expressionless, the Lord asked, “Where to?”

“To avenge Tian Wuchang under your command.”

The cold voice answered again, and all the faces around changed.

The Grand Cold Demon Sect was about to go to war with that existence!

This battle could very well decide the fate of the human world!

Starsea Sect Alliance – A Minor World.

An Hao stood before a palace gate, watching disciples come and go from the floating islands. His brows were furrowed tightly.

A figure suddenly appeared beside him—it was his master, Floating Dust Zhenren.

“Master! Just in time. I have something to—”

“Save it for the road. We’re retreating today.” Floating Dust Zhenren’s voice was grim.

An Hao asked urgently, “Why?”

“The Grand Cold Demon Sect is launching a massive invasion. Their target is the continent where the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path resides. Looks like they’re trying to take your master out.”

An Hao’s heart dropped.

Floating Dust Zhenren didn’t wait for a reply. “Your current cultivation can’t help him. It’s better to leave now. Your master is strong, but he can’t hold off an entire demonic sect alone. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be on the defensive.”

An Hao gritted his teeth. “I’m not worried about my master. I can’t leave—I need to go back!”

An Xin was still inside Taixuan Sect. How could he abandon her?

He suddenly leapt into the air, trying to force his way out of the Starsea Sect’s world—but a wave of long, soft hairs wrapped around him. It was Floating Dust Zhenren’s whisk.

“Master!” An Hao screamed, his voice piercing as it echoed through the realm.

Floating Dust Zhenren clenched the whisk, chanting under his breath. The hairs expanded, sealing An Hao’s mouth shut.

“Forgive me… my disciple.”

His eyes turned resolute.

The other disciples watched in silence, no one uttering a word. They all understood—they, too, had people they couldn’t bear to leave behind.

The Starsea Sect was fleeing.

Elsewhere.

Li Ya, empowered by Divine Anomaly City, burst out of the Starsea Sect’s territory—no one could stop him.

He flew quickly over the ocean.

“My disciple… if you take this step, there’s no turning back.”

A weathered voice rang out. Li Ya looked up from atop the tower, but saw no trace of his master.

He gave no reply—just whispered instructions to the Divine Anomaly Spirit on his shoulder.

It gave a howl, and Divine Anomaly City sped across the sea like a shooting star.

When no one chased after a while, Li Ya finally exhaled and stared into the distance, his gaze steely.

“Senior Brother Gu, wait for me.”

“And Old Ancestor… who knows if that old guy still remembers me.”

His heart was heavy.

He hadn’t felt it before—only anger, especially after Zhang Bukui became a Divine Anomaly Wraith. But once Starsea Sect announced their retreat, he truly panicked.

The Starsea Sect was the great sect of the sea. If even they were running, there truly was no hope.

Hearing the Grand Cold Demon Sect was targeting the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path had made it impossible for him to sit still.

That sovereign was his ancestor. He wasn’t worried about him—he could escape if needed.

But others… might not.

He had to move fast.

Li Ya clenched his jaw, terrified the continent had already fallen.

The Divine Anomaly Spirit beside him, however, was totally carefree—leaping and bounding joyfully through the air.

Li Ya felt both irritated and envious.

That thing feared nothing… but why?

Time passed swiftly.

Two hours later.

As Li Ya meditated atop the tower, he suddenly sensed something.

His eyes snapped open—Divine Anomaly City had gone dark.

He instinctively looked up… and froze, eyes wide in disbelief.

“This… can’t be…”

His voice trembled. His eyes were filled with despair.

Third Medicine Valley.

By the wooden fence in the gardens, Gu An was stretching.

Yu Yingying passed by and asked curiously, “What are you doing? Didn’t we already do morning exercises?”

Gu An replied, “Just wanted to move a bit. Is that a crime?”

A great battle was coming.

The Grand Cold Demon Sect really was terrifying.

Their oppressive auras were closing in from all directions. If the people saw them arrive, they’d probably collapse from fear.

Yu Yingying looked at him and couldn’t help but ask, “Everyone’s scared of this catastrophe—why aren’t you?”

“Because I’m not scared, that’s why,” Gu An said casually.

Yu Yingying stared at him, tempted to smack him.

She really couldn’t figure him out. He was afraid of death during normal training missions, but now that the end of the world was looming, he wasn’t?

What a weirdo.

Yet, for some reason, the more nervous she got, the more she wanted to talk to Gu An. Maybe it was his fearlessness.

Gu An saw right through her and smiled. “Doesn’t matter if you’re worried or scared—it won’t change anything, right?”

Yu Yingying opened her mouth, but had nothing to say.

Then Gu An drew the Tianxiu Sword. The gleam from the blade lit up her face, snapping her out of it.

As she looked at him with sword in hand, she got that strange feeling again.

With the golden mark on his forehead, Gu An looked far too extraordinary—like an immortal walking the earth.

She had to admit, though his cultivation wasn’t much, his looks and aura were anything but ordinary—he didn’t seem like a mortal at all.

Gu An pointed his sword at her, the tip reflecting in her pupils, making her shudder.

“If this sword of mine could cut away your fear,” Gu An said longingly, “wouldn’t that be great?”

Yu Yingying stared, momentarily stunned.

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