Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

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Hearing Di Xie's words, Gu An could only follow with a sigh.

Escape to the ocean?

What a joke!

Gu An didn't know what Di Xie's mindset was, but he felt that after the extinction of the eight dynasties of the Human Race, the demons would be the next to suffer.

The legends of old had proven this, for when demons overrun the earth, powerful Cultivators would come forth.

Raising demons on humans, and humans on demons?

Shift the perspective, and it was no longer the same race killing each other while the Holy Lands continue to be revered by both races.

Gu An casually talked with Di Xie, his gaze never leaving the Heavenly Repair Platform, and he weighed whether or not to take action.

After all, he still had some time before he reached that crucial milestone of ten million years of life span.

If he broke through now, he would certainly advance to a higher realm, but he was more interested in unlocking the next life span feature.

He feared that his intervention might accelerate the progression of the Great Demon Calamity.

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Great Jiang Dynasty, this is the northernmost land of the eight dynasties, where towering mountains spread across the earth, known for various wonders.

With the Demon Land to its back, Cultivators from the Great Jiang Dynasty faced even harsher living environments, which in turn forged the strongest dynasty.

In the Northern Territory, mountain ranges overlap, vast snow hides the sky, and the magnificent snow mist makes the mountains appear both hidden and visible, akin to the spine of a True Dragon, grand and spectacular, like a wall created by heaven, dividing the world into two halves.

On a mountain range, Lu Lingjun sat cross-legged on a huge boulder, her Spiritual Power pulsing around her, preventing the snow mist from approaching and forming wisps of white smoke rising around her.

She slowly opened her eyes and gazed towards the horizon.

In front of her were rolling mountains, with faint traces of fire at the edge of the world, which the flying snow could not fully conceal, and occasionally strong winds blew towards Lu Lingjun.

The terrifying Demon Energy of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon enveloped the whole world, making even Lu Lingjun and the White Spirit Demon Emperor on her shoulder feel uneasy.

"What exactly is he waiting for?" the White Spirit Demon Emperor asked in a low voice.

Lu Lingjun's expression was serene as she replied, "It might have something to do with the Mountain God, after all, there were Mahayana Cultivators who perished at the hands of the Mountain God."

"Will the Mountain God take action? There are so many demons in the north, and this calamity is by no means comparable to the Ephemera Sect, no matter how you look at it, the Human Race is doomed," the White Spirit Demon Emperor murmured.

Being a demon itself, it naturally wouldn't side with the Human Race, and it hoped that Lu Lingjun would leave this land of conflict.

Lu Lingjun remained silent, her eyes fixated on the distance, her thoughts unknown.

The White Spirit Demon Emperor couldn't help but urge her, "Lingjun, why don't we move south? Maybe the ocean isn't as dangerous as it seems."

Lu Lingjun said pensively, "Do you still remember, when I had my breakthrough, the Cultivators from the Supreme Sect were laying the Formation for me?"

Upon hearing this, the White Spirit Demon Emperor opened its mouth but ultimately could not utter another word.

It knew Lu Lingjun too well.

If Lu Lingjun were not so significantly driven by loyalty, why else would it follow her?

The White Spirit Demon Emperor's snake head drooped, speaking somberly, "Then let's see if the Mountain God is indeed powerful. Oh yes, the Supreme Sect also has Sword Venerable Fudao; he should take action, shouldn't he?"

A high-pitched dragon chant sounded, shaking heaven and earth, the scent of blood mixed with the flying snow, shaking even the mountain Lu Lingjun sat upon.

Thousands of miles away.

The battle raged, the land scorched black, lava flowed in the earth's wounds, firelight floated between heaven and earth, mountains were leveled leaving behind gaping holes, countless Cultivators floated in the sky, grand and imposing Formations stretching across the sky.

The earth was split in two by an unfathomable fissure, Cultivators of the Human Race cast spells on one side, while the other teemed with demons and ghosts, crowding the edge of the cliff in dense masses, each with a ferocious face, their roars and howls rising and falling, turning the land into hell.

A terrifying Giant Demon stood behind the endless array of demons, towering into the clouds, adorned in black armor with sharp fangs on its shoulders, resembling mountain peaks, and wearing a belt hung with the heads of Great Demons.

Its human-like body stood a thousand feet tall, his neck disappeared into the clouds, and the six Sea Dragon's heads, somewhat visible through the mist, eyes crimson like demon eyes that peer from the abyss into the Mortal World, were enough to send chills down one's spine.

He was the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, a Great Demon who terrified the Demon Land!

On his shoulder was a figure shrouded in black Demon Energy, very small in comparison, revealing only a goat's head with blood-red goat eyes.

"Great King, it seems the Human Race has no Mahayana Cultivators left, and that so-called Mountain God dares not trouble us," the goat-headed demon spoke, its voice reaching the Six-Headed Sea Dragon's ears.

Upon hearing this, a terrifyingly oppressive aura erupted, making the demons in the front panic and scatter, clearing the way for the Six-Headed Sea Dragon.

Before the immense figure of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, the majority of demons appeared as insignificant as ants.

As the Six-Headed Sea Dragon stepped forward, ghostly energy rose, forming many enchanting and glamorous female ghosts that circled him, their combined laughter almost bewitching the distant Cultivators.

"The Six-Headed Sea Dragon is coming!"

A burly man in a grey robe bellowed like thunder, his voice echoing through the world.

The head of the Cangtian Sect, Liang Canghai, flew to the forefront of the Formation, raising his sword high and roaring, "Desciples of Cangtian Sect, heed my command, consume the Elixir, and fight to the death!"

As his words fell, millions of Cangtian Sect disciples unhesitatingly produced a dark brown Elixir; upon consumption, their Spiritual Power surged, blood qi radiating from them, veins on their faces bulging, eyes wide and bloody.

Leaders from other sects issued their orders, all ready to fight to the death, and the Supreme Sect was no different.

Xuan Quan rushed over the battlefield, flying to the cliff's edge. Holding a horsetail whisk in one hand and drawing talismans with the other, a series of Spiritual Power-formed characters appeared in front of him, lined up in a row.

More and more Mystic Heart Realm Great Cultivators joined in the air above the cliff separating the battlefield, united against the Six-Headed Sea Dragon about to cross it.

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The Mad Swordsman, Han Ming, was also in the Great Yu Dynasty's position, ready to fight to the death.

Lu Lingjun stepped on a hundred-zhang-long white python, holding a sword in each hand. Her aura was unmatched, and her eyes showed no fear.

"It seems the Human Race has no Mahayana, and if so, they should become the food of the Demon Clan!"

The cold voice of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon echoed between heaven and earth followed by the terrifying roar of six dragon heads resounding, shaking the world.

The dragon's roar converged into one, traveling far and heading towards the lands of the eight dynasties.

The battle erupted once more!

This time, the approach of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon signified the official start of the Demon calamity!

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In the Supreme Sect, outside the Outer City walls.

When the dragon's roar came from afar, the snow in the sky seemed to freeze, as the hundreds of thousands of disciples on the Heavenly Repair Platform opened their eyes in unison.

Sitting in the very center, the Gu Zong's face changed dramatically, his eyes filled with worry.

The disciples within the various streets and residences of the city were also alarmed; even without seeing the situation in the Northern Territory, just hearing that sound was enough to chill their hearts.

What kind of epochal demon could produce such a terrifying roar?

Even the medicine valleys in all directions outside of the Outer Sect were disturbed.

Mystic Valley, atop a mountain.

Gu An and Chu Jingfeng stood side by side looking towards the north, their robes fluttering in the wind and snow.

Chu Jingfeng frowned when he heard the roar of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, and he asked, "Valley Master, do you think the Supreme Sect can survive this calamity?"

Gu An, while observing the battle with his Divine Sense, replied: "Of course it can. Believe in the Supreme Sect, believe in our world of Immortal Cultivation."

When the Six-Headed Sea Dragon crossed that gorge, the aura of the Mystic Heart Realm rose from the lands of the eight dynasties, heading towards the Northern Territory.

Not just from the lands of the eight dynasties!

Even from the southern seas, strong auras emerged!

At this moment, Gu An felt the foundation of the eight dynasties, the accumulation of nearly ten thousand years.

There were always those who ventured to the sea in search of the path to immortality, yet there were also those who, even in foreign lands, still yearned for their homeland.

Gu An's left hand reached for the Double Heart Ring on his right, and in truth, without this ring, he could still sense Lu Lingjun's crisis.

Even at a long distance, Lu Lingjun had sustained serious injuries, as the Six-Headed Sea Dragon was too powerful, with an onslaught that could destroy heaven and earth, forcing the entire Human Race to retreat continuously.

"What a pity, I am now a cripple; otherwise, I would go to war as well, even if I were to die on the battlefield." Chu Jingfeng sighed.

Gu An patted Chu Jingfeng on the shoulder and said, "How could you be a cripple? As long as you are alive, there is hope. You can turn your current resentment into motivation. Perhaps one day, the Supreme Sect will need you to save it, and then you will be the hero of the Supreme Sect. I hope to see that day within my lifetime."

Chu Jingfeng turned to look at him and asked, "Do you really think I can do it?"

Gu An smiled and said, "Of course, Brother Chu, you are a child of heaven in my eyes. What I cannot achieve, you certainly can."

A child of heaven?

Chu Jingfeng was taken aback. Looking at Gu An's smile, a strength surged within him.

All these years, Gu An had been encouraging him.

If there was even a hint of false sentiment, it couldn't have lasted till today.

This meant that Gu An truly had expectations for him!

"Please Sword Venerable Fudao make your move!"

A hoarse shout from Gu Zong came from afar, followed by a gust of wind and snow hurtling towards the two.

Before Chu Jingfeng could speak, shouts arose again from afar, the cries of hundreds of thousands of Cultivators, united as one, the noise of the wind and snow unable to drown them out.

"Please Sword Venerable Fudao make your move!"

"Please Sword Venerable Fudao make your move!"

The voice grew louder and louder as more and more people joined in.

Chu Jingfeng reflected, "I'm not sure if I can become a hero in the future, but right now, Sword Venerable Fudao is the hero of the Supreme Sect."

In the distance.

Within the walls of the Outer City.

Atop the Heavenly Repair Platform, hundreds of thousands of disciples were sitting and shouting with all their might; even the disciples on the streets started to join the cries, requesting Sword Venerable Fudao to make his move.

The intensely shouting Gu Zong seemed to sense something, looking down to see his treasured sword trembling as if eager to be drawn from its sheath.

He took down his treasured sword, and he was not the only one; the other disciples did the same, some even taking out their swords from their Storage Bags.

On the streets, the disciples who were passing by stopped in their tracks, astonished to look at the swords at their waists or in their hands.

All of their blades were trembling, and deep down, they felt engulfed by a tremendous Sword Intent.

Could it possibly be...

A daring guess surfaced in the hearts of the Supreme Sect Cultivators.