Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses-Chapter 928 - 920: An Immortal Encounter on a Deserted Island

Chapter 928: Chapter 920: An Immortal Encounter on a Deserted Island

Gu An observed Martial Resolution’s predicament with a slight shake of his head, thinking Martial Resolution was too arrogant. novelbuddy-cσ๓

Martial Resolution’s method of resurrection and rebirth was insignificant in the face of absolute realm disparity, not to mention the Supreme Demon God was once a Primordial Profound Venerable Immortal, able to see through his Daoist Technique at a glance.

The Supreme Demon God did not kill Martial Resolution, which made Gu An somewhat relieved.

Ever since being defeated, the Supreme underwent great changes, making amends with the Three Thousand Great Worlds, and even sparing those he once befriended.

Of course, this change wasn’t enough for Gu An to help alter his doomed fate.

For those beings destroyed by the Heavenly Emperor Supreme, who altered their fates?

Gu An would at most take care of Martial Resolution, but was too lazy to comment on Martial Resolution’s thoughts. What mattered to him was his relationship with Martial Resolution, not Martial Resolution’s views on other matters, as long as he didn’t commit too many evils.

Moreover, Martial Resolution’s power was insufficient to affect the Supreme Demon God.

The downfall of the Supreme Demon God would also impact Martial Resolution, giving him a deeper understanding of the Heavenly Dao.

Gu An walked down the mountain, intending to visit the city built by the Wushiji Disciples.

Nowadays, outsiders wander this continent daily, and the Wushiji Disciples have found a way. They have truthfully arranged tasks for themselves, each with time to rest and cultivate. Of course, they’re not swapping duties every day or two, but every ten or twenty years, which makes many returnees feel the passage of time.

So far, no outsider has managed to stay; they fail to see through the Wushiji Disciples’ disguise but sense a feeling of detachment that makes it difficult for them to remain.

Some beings are intrigued by this phenomenon, but later, mysteriously feel compelled to leave.

At first, the Wushiji Disciples did not notice anything, but as more beings came and went, they gradually realized it was the ancestor’s handiwork.

To silently change others’ thoughts, what kind of cultivation level, what kind of Divine Skills would that require?

They couldn’t comprehend it, but that didn’t stop their longing.

As people came and went, the Wushiji Disciples gradually became less tense, able to calmly handle all arrivals. Two million disciples, none yet discovered.

Of course, the primary reason is still that the outsiders have too elevated a cultivation level; even if the Wushiji Disciples revealed their true cultivation level, they remain overlooked.

The real test lies ahead.

"The Blood Sacrifice Clan achieves the Immortal Position of a few, while the Human Race succeeds, but countless generations become Mortal Spirit, with any prosperity leading to decline, is this your Heavenly Dao?"

Gu An walked through the forest, gazing at the magnificent mountains and rivers beyond, speaking softly to himself.

His words revealed the fate of the Central Heaven Human Clan.

When the Human Race can truly unify Central Heaven, it marks the moment of their decline, as the Immortal Gods allow no race to unify Central Heaven, a rule differing from the Three Thousand Great Worlds.

The Three Thousand Great Worlds are unified by the Human Race with the highest wisdom roots, but the human cultivators, due to excessive intelligence and ambition, overshadowing Mortal Spirit’s faith in the Immortal Gods, incur their displeasure.

Gu An traveled down the mountain, passing through the Daoist Field of the Beginningless, feeling as if entering the Mortal World, where people toil, transport the Escort Vehicle, herd cattle, making it hard to believe this is Central Heaven.

After leaving the Daoist Field, Gu An arrived at a deserted island, located far from the Daoist Field, even a Free Immortal needs many years to cross the sea.

He personally built a pavilion on the island, moving slowly without using mana, spending several days.

The pavilion is halfway up the mountain, outside the courtyard is a cliff with views of the expansive ocean.

Once the pavilion was completed, Gu An descended to the beach, seeing a large sea turtle crawling on the sand, attempting to come ashore, the waves washing over it, its shell a deep gray, seemingly inscribed with patterns, appearing as profound as an Array Map.

This sea turtle is a lowly being of Central Heaven, comparable in strength to a Free Immortal, yet lacking the Divine Skills of a Free Immortal, unable to undergo Transformation.

Since the Human Race’s rise, the lowest Talent of Central Heaven’s beings has continually declined, while the highest Talent has continually risen.

In the future, many beings who fail to achieve Free Immortal will spread across the earth, even Mortal Spirit appearing, making the disparity in status and rank even more pronounced.

Gu An stopped the sea turtle, which looked at him with vacant eyes, then slowly moved aside, wanting to avoid him.

Before Gu An, this sea turtle was like a small mountain, yet it dared not collide with him.

If Gu An hadn’t seen through its flesh, he might think it was aged.

But in reality, relative to its long Life Span, it was still in its youth, and its future self could grow to be a hundred thousand zhang tall, supporting continents, classified as an Ancient Fierce Beast.

Gu An’s lips curled up, and appeared out of nowhere on the turtle’s shell.

Instantly, the turtle sank, its limbs struggling, but unable to advance further, growing anxious, its claws stirring up a whirl of sand, but to no avail.

Finally, it stopped, as if falling asleep.

Gu An sat on the turtle’s shell, days passed with the sun setting and moon rising, pressed by Gu An, it struggled occasionally before succumbing to slumber, repeating the cycle.

Several months later.

A black fissure appeared on the beach behind Gu An and a silhouette fell out, crashing onto the sand in a pitiful state.

This was a bloodied man, his breath weak, lying on the ground with a slight gasp, consciousness lingering.

Gu An appeared oblivious to his presence, not turning, still meditating.

Yet the turtle below sensed the commotion, turning to look, its neck surprisingly dragon-like, extending beyond the shell, seeing the situation behind.

When it spotted the grievously injured man, it hesitated for a moment. Then it suddenly noticed someone seated on its shell, its eyes widening, and in a blink, it retreated into its shell with limbs withdrawn.

This action was starkly different from its usual sluggishness, amusing Gu An.

He opened his eyes, stood up, turning to approach.

Leaping from the turtle’s shell, he reached the injured man’s side.

He halted before the injured man, not crouching, but gently stroking his chin, observing the injured man closely.

Liu An raised his head with difficulty, his face mangled with only clear eyes, lifting to look at Gu An, eyes pleading.

"Help... help..."

Liu An spoke painfully, unable to utter the word "me".

Gu An looked down on him, asking, "If I save you, you must serve as a slave for ten million years, do you accept?"

Ten million years?

Liu An’s gaze froze, startled by the duration.

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