Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Take It to Save All Beings

The Origin Tree of Ephemera broke through the earth, spreading its immense and dense branches. Countless leaves quickly sprouted, covering the entire Wanji Forest, spanning thousands of miles. Its trunk was as towering as a giant mountain.

A horrifying human face emerged from the trunk of the Origin Tree of Ephemera, with only the facial features visible. It wore a greedy and cruel smile, making the countless captives below tremble with fear.

At this moment, countless people fainted from fright.

They all had talisman papers stuck to them, preventing them from speaking, amplifying their inner terror to the extreme.

Upon seeing the human face growing from the Origin Tree of Ephemera, the Great Cultivators of the Nine Dynasties went mad.

“Everyone, we have nowhere left to retreat. Think about your children and grandchildren. If we lose today, there will be no place left for the Human Race on this land!”

A domineering voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth, like thunderclaps, deafening the ears.

As the voice fell, a dazzling golden light erupted from the horizon, speeding forward with unstoppable momentum.

Four Mystic Heart Realm cultivators from the Ephemera Sect appeared out of thin air, casting spells in unison, trying to intercept the golden light.

However, just as the two sides were about to collide, the golden light burst forth with thousands of beams, continuing its deadly trajectory.

A majestic green river surged from behind. On its head stood a man in a black robe, holding a Zen Stick, with boundless spiritual power, stirring up waves of wind.

From other directions, great cultivators also charged forward, each using their divine skills, creating a magnificent spectacle.

On the side of the Nine Dynasties, all Mystic Heart Realm cultivators launched a full-scale assault, vowing to reach the Origin Tree of Ephemera.

Lv Baitian raised the great flag he held high, and the hundred thousand Inner Sect Disciples below revealed their magical artifacts in unison. They quickly moved, changing formations, and lines of spiritual power dragons soared into the sky. There were fire dragons and ice dragons, intertwining and roaring, shaking the heavens and earth.

Lu Lingjun rode a white python, cruising through the sky. She released the treasure sword in her hands and took out a great bow, drawing the bowstring to a full circle, gathering spiritual power into an arrow.

Nature’s spiritual energy surged toward this arrow, condensing together and greatly enhancing its aura. The right hand pulling the bowstring emitted a dazzling light.

In another direction, Daoist Tianshu from the Three Pure Ones Mountain led dozens of daoists, flying towards Wanji Forest.

A battle far surpassing any before erupted!

…

Boom!

In Mystic Valley, Gu An stood atop a mountain, hearing the distant rumble. Beside him, Chu Jingfeng was highly agitated, unable to stay calm.

“This commotion…” Chu Jingfeng frowned, sensing the sound coming from afar, it reminded him of Wanji Forest of the Taichen Dynasty.

The battle of Wanji Forest had spread throughout the Immortal Cultivation World, and those servant disciples who had wandered through the Outer Sect always talked about it when they returned.

The battle had already been ongoing for a long time, and now, with such a sudden and terrifying outbreak, it was hard to imagine what was happening.

Rolling dark clouds began to appear in the sky, coming aggressively to cover the heavens.

Gu An looked into the distance and softly said, “The fate of the Nine Dynasties is at stake. Unfortunately, we can do nothing but pray that the heavens stand on the side of the righteous path.”

Chu Jingfeng took a deep breath and said, “Tell me, what level must one reach to save all living beings single-handedly?”

Gu An glanced at him and smiled, “Why, do you have such an ideal?”

“Sword Venerable Fudao has repeatedly saved the Supreme Sect single-handedly. As a sword cultivator, he is naturally who I aspire to become. But the longer I cultivate, the more I feel my talent and comprehension are mediocre,” Chu Jingfeng said, looking into the distance, his eyes becoming lost.

Gu An smiled, “If you realize that, you must diligently practice the Daoist Expansion Skill I taught you. Although this technique comes from the Thousand-Autumn Pavilion, I haven’t mastered it either, but I believe you can. I hope you can see the Mortal World a thousand years from now for me.”

Chu Jingfeng looked at him and frowned, asking, “Why do you always encourage me not to give up hope, yet you yourself give up easily?”

Gu An turned around, patted his shoulder, said nothing, and walked down the mountain.

Chu Jingfeng couldn’t help but chase after him, asking, “Where are you going?”

“If tomorrow is the end of the world, I want to be with my dearest medicinal herbs,”

Gu An left this statement and then disappeared into the woods.

Chu Jingfeng was stunned for a moment, revealing a bitter smile.

“Compared to him, I’m just troubling myself…” Chu Jingfeng thought silently, then looked back at the horizon.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew from the horizon, moving his robes and causing him to squint his eyes.

The wind had risen.

…

After circling Mystic Valley, Gu An returned to the pavilion, closed the door, activated the restriction in the house, and then directed his divine sense towards Wanji Forest.

He could sense spatial fluctuations inside the Origin Tree of Ephemera. These fluctuations were very subtle; he could detect them because he felt an unfamiliar aura inside the Origin Tree of Ephemera.

Mahayana Realm!

Gu An had been in the Mahayana Realm for many years and was very familiar with its aura.

Finally, it was coming!

At that moment, Gu An felt someone calling him again. He carefully sensed it.

It was Sage Xuan Miao again!

This guy never learns a lesson?

Far away in the North Sea Mountain, Sage Xuan Miao arrived in the forest where he had met the Mountain God before. He knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing.

For a long time.

Sage Xuan Miao couldn’t remember how many kowtows he had done. When the Mountain God’s voice reached his ears, his body stiffened involuntarily.

“Hey, kid, what trouble do you want to give me now? Do you have so many treasures to offer me?”

Sage Xuan Miao looked up, seeing the Mountain God squatting on a tree branch, tilting his head to look at him.

He quickly said, “The land of the Nine Dynasties is about to face a catastrophic disaster. When the people of the Nine Dynasties die out and demons invade, no one will be left to worship you!”

“Who said only humans can worship me, and who told you I only protect the Human Race?”

Facing the Mountain God’s inquiry, Sage Xuan Miao was stunned, suddenly not knowing how to respond.

Gu An said, “It’s not that I can’t help, but…”

“But what? What do you want?” Sage Xuan Miao asked urgently, his expression very excited.

Gu An’s tone suddenly became icy, “I want you to be my slave forever, guard my Daoist Temple, and never gain freedom!”

Upon hearing this, Sage Xuan Miao’s face changed dramatically, falling into silence.

Gu An had come to kill the Mahayana Realm cultivators of the Ephemera Sect in the guise of the Mountain God.

Originally, he wanted to use the identity of Sword Venerable Fudao, but he feared that it would bring endless karma to the Supreme Sect, so he decided to act as the Mountain God.

After all, this time was different. The cultivation level of that Mahayana Realm cultivator was already approaching the Nine Layers of the Mahayana Realm, with an immense aura that was far beyond what Gu An’s previous opponents could match.

Killing such a powerful adversary would have significant repercussions!

The Mountain God was ethereal and enigmatic. Even if the Ephemera Sect had backing, they would have to think twice.

Gu An didn’t want to get caught in an endless cycle of trouble.

Sword Venerable Fudao protected the Supreme Sect, while the Mountain God guarded the Nine Dynasties.

And accepting Sage Xuan Miao as a servant was both to punish him and to have him help create a Medicine Garden.

Sage Xuan Miao had the second-best talent on the Golden List, and his strength was sufficient to guard the Medicine Garden.

After a moment of struggle, Sage Xuan Miao gritted his teeth and said, “Fine, I willingly become a slave to the Mountain God, as long as the Mountain God saves all living beings!”

Gu An waved his sleeve, and a wooden figurine fell into Sage Xuan Miao’s hands.

This wooden figurine was carved to resemble Gu An in the guise of the Mountain God.

Sage Xuan Miao picked it up, looking at it, and found Gu An had vanished.

“Take it to save all living beings.”

Gu An’s voice echoed in the forest, and Sage Xuan Miao’s cultivation began to restore, bringing a look of joy to his face.

Path of Returning Primordial Spirit, unleash!

Sage Xuan Miao immediately got up and rushed toward Wanji Forest at full speed, bursting into the speed of the Divinity Transformation Realm, disappearing on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

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Boom! Boom! Boom…

Deafening explosions erupted from all directions around the Mahayana Array. Seven of the Ephemera Sect stood before the Origin Tree of Ephemera, standing shoulder to shoulder, half-kneeling in the air.

Following their gaze, a black crack appeared on the forehead of the human face on the Ephemera Tree, with black flames surging, as if something terrifying was about to step out.

Looking down, at the feet of the captives on the ground, the runic marks emitted a blood-red light, densely packed, forming a beautiful yet tragic array of light.

The Mahayana Array was activating!

The formation’s terrifying pressure stimulated the hearts of the Nine Dynasties cultivators on the edge of Wanji Forest. The cultivators of the Nine Dynasties had gone mad, charging forward relentlessly, with cultivators falling to death every moment.

Lu Lingjun fought fiercely, but she could never break through the defensive line formed by dozens of Mystic Heart Realm great cultivators.

The heavens darkened, thunderclouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if the heavens themselves were weeping.

A giant claw suddenly stretched out from the thunderclouds, grasping the branches of the Origin Tree of Ephemera, trying to uproot it. The tree trembled violently in response.

“Insolence!”

The seven of the Ephemera Sect shouted in unison, attacking together. Their divine skills exploded, forcing the giant claw back.

Immediately afterward, a colossal red snake descended from the sky. This red snake had double claws and a human-like face. From a distance, it looked like a woman’s face covered in rouge, with disheveled hair, appearing terrifying in the darkened world.

The snake’s body was hundreds of feet thick, and its length unknown.

“It’s our Taichen’s Divine Beast, Chen Snake!”

A cultivator shouted in surprise, greatly boosting the morale of the Nine Dynasties cultivators.

Chen Snake’s aura was ancient and vast, far exceeding the usual Mystic Heart Realm. Its appearance brought strong hope to the Nine Dynasties.

Chen Snake opened its bloody mouth, spewing molten lava like a torrent, sweeping towards the Ephemera Tree.

At that moment!

A blood-red light shot out from the black crack on the forehead of the human face on the Ephemera Tree, overpowering the rolling lava, crossing hundreds of miles, piercing through Chen Snake’s throat. Scalding blood sprayed, echoing like the roar of an elephant throughout the heavens.

Chen Snake fell, raising thousands of feet of dust, causing the ground to shake violently.

An overwhelming pressure, far surpassing the Mystic Heart Realm, enveloped the entire Taichen Dynasty.

“An ancient species dares to call itself a Divine Beast?”

Butcher Immortal Jing’s icy voice resounded, filled with murderous intent, as if it came from the Demon God of Nine Nether. Anyone who heard his voice felt their hearts turn cold.

Lu Lingjun, who was fighting, turned to look and was shocked, her eyes full of disbelief.

Facing this pressure, her spiritual power felt suppressed.

The other side’s level was undoubtedly higher than the Mystic Heart Realm!

“The Ephemera Sect’s immortal has descended. Why do you still not kneel, waiting to receive the favor of the Ephemera Immortal!” an Ephemera Sect great cultivator laughed maniacally.

The Mystic Heart Realm great cultivators from the Nine Dynasties paid no heed to his provocation. They all looked at the Origin Tree of Ephemera in terror.