Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 931 - 923: Battle with the Demon God

Hearing Gu An’s words, Liu An, who was previously angry, froze for a mont as imnse joy quickly enveloped his heart.

The grievance of ten thousand years of effort dissipating vanished entirely, and he instinctively wanted to kneel before Gu An, but he hesitated just as he bent his knees.

He carefully observed Gu An, and under the twilight, Gu An’s face was obscured by the eaves, making it difficult for him to discern his exact expression.

Could this be yet another jest?

Gu An said leisurely, "Before you ca to Central Heaven, your cultivation technique was already a mistaken path. You should have felt that once you get angry, it’s very hard to control your emotions. You think there’s another force manipulating you, but in truth, no one is plotting against you. It’s just that your cultivation technique is flawed; it was a trap from the start."

"As for the Supre Qi Absorption Technique, its creator will fall soon, and all who are bound by cause and effect with it will suffer the punishnt of heaven. Counting this way, I’ve actually saved you three tis."

Liu An widened his eyes, his expression shifting between gloom and brightness. After a mont of thought, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily toward Gu An.

"The great grace of the senior, this junior will never forget!"

Liu An bowed his head, speaking in a deep voice.

Gu An carelessly replied, "I saved you, taught you, not for repaynt, just out of interest. No matter how great your achievents will be in the future, they have nothing to do with , and you must not reveal our relationship. Just pretend this never happened, understand?"

Liu An lifted his head, looking at Gu An with confusion.

"Why does this sound like a scene between Master Puti and Sun Wukong?"

Liu An thought secretly. Even after spending so many years together, he still didn’t know how to respond, as he still couldn’t grasp Gu An’s personality and couldn’t gauge Gu An’s likes or dislikes.

In daily life, Gu An always smiled gently, but when abolishing his cultivation level, he wouldn’t hold back, and it was always very sudden.

As Gu An raised his right hand, Liu An’s body shrank in fear, instinctively wanting to retreat.

Just as he steadied his posture, Gu An pointed his index finger at him, immobilizing him entirely, with different figures manifesting and changing stances in his widened pupils.

Just like that, Liu An embarked on a brand new cultivation path.

Gu An created a set of unique cultivation techniques, divine skills, escape skills, and more for him. His days beca enriched, filled with passion and vigor.

Liu An cultivated on the beach, accompanied by the sun and moon. Imrsed in it, ti flew by quickly.

After receiving Gu An’s true teaching, Liu An’s cultivation speed far surpassed before, completely dispelling the dissatisfaction in his heart. Compared to his current cultivation, everything from before was not worth ntioning.

In the blink of an eye.

A thousand years passed by.

On this day, Liu An was cultivating beside a sea turtle, facing the sea, when suddenly, he opened his eyes, frowning.

He looked toward the far end of the sea horizon, seeing the celestial vault gradually turning red, and the wind between heaven and earth was intensifying, with spiritual energy becoming restless, making him feel uneasy.

The sea turtle beside him opened its eyes, protruding its head and extending its neck, seemingly trying to see what exactly was happening far away.

Unfortunately, with Liu An’s cultivation level, he couldn’t detect the source of that terrifying aura. After watching for a while, he closed his eyes, intending to continue his cultivation.

But the aura from afar grew increasingly overwhelming, preventing him from calming his heart, with fear and uneasiness in his heart intensifying.

Thinking it over, Liu An got up and walked toward the mountain. The mountain wasn’t high, and it wasn’t long before he arrived within the courtyard.

He did not see Gu An, nor could he sense Gu An’s presence, but he wasn’t surprised.

His inability to sense was due to his own insufficient cultivation level.

He respectfully bowed toward the pavilion, saying, "Senior, where does this pressure co from, what is about to happen?"

Several breaths later, Gu An’s voice erged from within the pavilion: "The Immortal Gods are besieging the Supre Demon God."

Supre Demon God?

Supre?

Liu An seed to think of sothing, his expression changing slightly, cautiously asking, "Could it be that the Supre Qi Absorption Technique I previously cultivated originated from the Supre Demon God?"

The words ’Demon God’ did not sound like good news.

He also rembered Gu An saying that all those bound by cause and effect with the creator of the Supre Qi Absorption Technique would suffer the punishnt of heaven.

This compelled him to sympathize with the cultivator who passed on the technique to him. Even though they only chatted briefly, eting at a whim, that person shared the cultivation technique with him, such goodwill was rarely encountered.

Even though he sympathized, he had no ans to offer help. He certainly couldn’t ask Gu An to save that person; such an act was too absurd. He was not like his old friend Wei Ye.

When he thought of Wei Ye, the gloom in Liu An’s heart lifted entirely. When he returned to the Human World, he would show Wei Ye how formidable he had beco.

To this day, his relationship with Wei Ye remained good. However, with the eternal conflict between righteousness and demons, they could only maintain contact covertly.

Following Gu An’s cultivation, the demonic qi within him had dissipated. Now, anyone who saw him would find it hard to determine he was a Demon Cultivator, making him very much look forward to Wei Ye’s expression upon seeing him.

Liu An still wished to inquire more, but thought it over, ultimately deciding to bow and take his leave.

When it cos to matters involving the Immortal Gods, he felt it was wise to ask less to avoid inviting trouble.

After he left, Gu An took a step back into the Wushishi Continent, where a play was about to unfold in the city. He found it very intriguing and wanted to witness it with his own eyes.

Because many disciples emulated Gu An by writing books, the stories circulating the continent were highly abundant. Therefore, so disciples had a spur of the mont idea to enact these wonderful stories, experiencing the emotions of the characters in the process, and the viewers found it enjoyable. As a result, it beca a cultural tradition, unique at least within Central Heaven, with only Wushishi having such a culture.

The battle between the Immortal Gods and the Supre Demon God was earth-shattering, with the battle’s overwhelming pressure constantly spreading, eventually covering the entire Central Heaven.

Above the clouds, Li Xuanmiao and a group of Immortal Gods gazed down at the great battle unfolding below, the land engulfed in rolling dust, with lightning intersecting everywhere, and gales howling, as if there were a great dragon whirling around. Upon closer inspection, one could vaguely see more than ten interwoven figures.

At the edge of the battlefield stood towering figures, with the Celestial Dao Golden Light forming a grand formation, isolating this battlefield. Though the ground was sinking, it did not extend to the mountains beyond the formation.

"That Prince Taihao is so powerful, I rember he’s the youngest Son of Heaven, right?"

"Yes, indeed the most junior Son of Heaven, but for him to earn the na Taihao reflects the emperor’s high regard for him."

"Not only is Prince Taihao formidable, but those Immortal Gods are also very strong. Judging by their coordination and divine skills, they seem to co from the sa Immortal Sect?"

"Looks like the Supre Demon God will end here."

The Immortal Gods in the clouds discussed, while Li Xuanmiao fixated on the rolling dust below, his pupils reflecting the posture of the Supre Demon God wielding the Demon Soldiers.

For so reason, Li Xuanmiao felt a sense of unease, as if sothing dreadful was about to occur.

At this mont, a purple light erged from deep within the dust below, and imdiately, the entire world darkened. The surprised Immortal Gods instinctively looked up, soon fixing their eyes on the celestial vault above.

Strange eyes filled the firmant, varying in size, yet each identical, with violet pupils, cold and enigmatic.