Chapter 1045: Chapter 1036: Extraordinary to Saint

Since Gu An allowed the disciples to leave the dojo, the dojo became desolate, with less than one-tenth of the disciples remaining. Most people cultivated on the mountain, indifferent to Immortal Monarch Bai Tao’s cries.

All the disciples knew that the founder had already ascended to immortality, and his Immortal Position was extremely high.

They usually did not meet or chat with these prisoners, so except for a few prisoners, other prisoners were unaware of Gu An’s identity and unclear about the predicament they were in.

The Divine Venerable who came to visit Gu An still did not see Gu An. He and his subordinate Immortal Gods met An Xin instead, because she was a Supreme Immortal. Simply sending An Zizai to meet them made An Xin feel it was impolite.

Knowing An Xin was Gu An’s senior disciple, the Divine Venerable did not put on airs either, and both parties had a pleasant chat.

An Xin also heard the word “Supreme” from them, which made her understand her master’s status in the Celestial Court.

“How little time has passed since ascending, and has already risen to Celestial Dao Venerable…”

Even An Xin was shocked by her master’s abilities. How great must his merit be?

Usually, although the master often went out, he gave the disciples the feeling of never having traveled far, as he would return in a few days at most.

To help the Celestial Court establish achievements in such a short time is truly incredible.

An Xin thought of the disciples’ evaluation of Gu An. The disciples all believed Gu An was very leisurely, but actually, he secretly protected the Heavenly Dao and rescued the suffering.

Behind the scenes of peace is responsibility unimaginable to the disciples.

An Xin empathized with her master’s perspective, facing the pressure of Chaos while still teaching disciples. Under such circumstances, her master could still make constant breakthroughs. The source of this content ɪs novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet

Just thinking about it, her admiration for her master was like rivers of water, endlessly flowing.

After sending the Immortal Gods away, An Xin took out the Wushi Main Sword and stepped into the Wushi Realm.

She opened her eyes, arriving above layers of cloud seas. Looking down, she could not see the earth or the ocean, and looking into the distance, she saw stars decorating the blue sky, even nebulae surging at the horizon.

Magnificent and boundless, spiritual energy surging.

This is the Wushi Realm.

An independent world not yet constructed, the spiritual energy here differs from the outside. An Xin often came to the Wushi Realm for enlightenment, feeling the vast power contained within the Wushi Main Sword, a power for her use, making her feel she need not cultivate.

However, she ultimately restrained this emotion and began to comprehend higher-level forces through the Wushi Main Sword.

Currently, there are temporarily no disciples within the Wushi Realm; the disciples are traveling outside, trapped by the colorful world, unable to return for now. For An Xin, the current peace is quite good because she can use the destiny of Wushi to glimpse the disciples’ futures. Many troubles await her to resolve, so she cherishes her present life.

An Xin landed on a cloud edge, began to close her eyes for enlightenment, with the Wushi Main Sword floating before her.

It was just a wooden sword, yet now emitted a divine, silver light, making it look extraordinary.

Suddenly.

An Xin’s consciousness was dragged by a powerful force, akin to someone pushing her; she stumbled two steps forward, opened her eyes to find herself in a dark void.

Below was a long road shining brightly, with no end in sight, thousands of stars floating along this road.

This is…

The Path of the Great Dao?

An Xin squinted her eyes. She glimpsed the Wushi Main Sword by her side, her heart instantly steadied.

Somewhere along the way, the Wushi Main Sword had become her greatest confidence. When she grasped the sword hilt, her heart restored to calmness.

Her gaze looked toward the end of the Path of the Great Dao; she sensed someone was watching her, possibly with malice.

Soon, she saw a colossal figure emerging from the darkness. The Path of the Great Dao was vast, yet before this massive figure, it seemed like a small stream before a mountain, seemingly ready to be trampled at any moment.

She saw arm after arm appearing faintly, an upper-body human-like, eight-armed mysterious existence, unclear in true form, each arm seemed to hold something.

Just by looking at that figure from afar, An Xin felt oppressive, her mood became gloomy.

She suddenly realized this was not the Path of the Great Dao.

“An Xin, do you know what lies at the end of immortal cultivation and enlightenment?”

A hoarse, aged voice sounded, prompting An Xin to frown.

The opponent’s words hinted at a conspiracy.

She sensed the vast power contained within the Wushi Main Sword, her mood became calm.

She could trust the Supreme Treasure granted by her master!

“Oh? I’ll listen to what you want to say.” An Xin said expressionlessly, eyes fixed on the mysterious eight-armed figure in the darkness, her heart unexpectedly beginning to excite.

Throughout her long years of immortal cultivation, her life was too peaceful, encountering some trouble now might become an interesting story.

…

Under a cloudless, clear sky, mountains undulated, a small river flowed along the mountainside, beside which a small pavilion was located, with two people drinking inside.

One of them was none other than Gu An.

He wore a cyan robe, his aura weak, seeming less like a cultivator, more like a scholar from the Human World.

The person opposite him was a young monk, clad in a cassock, his hands continually touching the roasted chicken on the table.

“Why is this chicken so hot? It shouldn’t be, quite some time has passed.” The young monk muttered, his expression somewhat dejected.

Gu An held a wine bowl in one hand and swayed a folding fan in the other, laughing: “You break the monk’s precepts, yet you’re so impatient as well?”

The young monk withdrew his hand, smiling cheerfully: “Amitabha, Patron, esteemed monk did not break precepts; meat and wine pass through the intestines, leaving no trace. Esteemed monk does not eat it; others will, and they cannot bear that sin. Esteemed monk willingly goes to hell for others.”

Gu An was long used to his chatter, merely laughed, not continuing to ridicule him.

After a while, the young monk finally tore off a chicken leg from the roasted chicken, blowing on it while gnawing, his handsome face flushed from the heat.

Gu An watched him, waiting for him to finish eating.

After the young monk finished the whole roast chicken, he sucked his fingers while contentedly smiling: “Good merit, good merit indeed.”

He looked at Gu An, admiration shining in his eyes.

“Patron, you treat esteemed monk to chicken, esteemed monk has nothing to repay, willing to divine a fortune for you.” The young monk wiped his greasy hands on his cassock, then cheerfully looked at Gu An.

Gu An laughed, asking: “You, a Buddhist sect member, why do you know Taoist arts?”

“What Buddha, what Tao, all cultivate in Heaven and Earth, the same source, why care for those vain titles.” The young monk waved, then raised his hand to seize Gu An’s hand, placing down the wine bowl he held, then spread Gu An’s palm.

He looked at Gu An’s palm, mumbling something, eyes darting swiftly.

Suddenly, he jumped up, recoiling, shouting in shock: “Extraordinary to Saint! How can this be?”

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