Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

The last time I dreamt, I was snoring so loudly that I almost blew up the gates of some sect dozens of kilometers away...

His dreams are actually quite terrifying.

Fortunately, this place is the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, and with Xu Banxian present, I shouldn't go too far.

Mind this.

"So--"

Yunping silently closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort of Yuan'er's lap pillow, letting his consciousness gradually sink into oblivion.

Sweet dreams.

40. Beware of malnutrition

The wind and waves swept through, and the sharp wind blades they stirred up easily cut and shattered the furniture in the room. The huge dark semi-circle spread rapidly in all directions, and everything it touched was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

A deafening roar accompanied the cracking and shaking of the ice crystals beneath their feet. The entire Blue Feather Heavenly Palace seemed as if it could collapse and disintegrate at any moment. Black liquid, flowing like water, spread in all directions, emitting an unbearably sour odor.

It was like an explosion.

But it wasn't an explosion with instantaneous destructive power that leveled the site—aside from the violently rippling waves, this dark explosion had the effect of corroding and devouring everything in its path.

The ground turned scorched and decayed, and even the sacred ice crystals gradually merged into the darkness, as if they were melted crystals, turning into dark viscous liquid, constantly emitting black gas.

And all of this originated from just an ordinary little house.

"What is this..."

Gu Asan knelt down in shock and fear, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, his eyelids trembling, his legs weak, his muscles unresponsive, and he almost forgot to breathe.

A suffocating terror crept up his spine. He could hardly believe that the source of this demonic aura, which seemed to symbolize destruction and death, was his most revered young master.

why?

Why did it turn out like this?

He didn't know, nor did Gu Wangjun, who quickly led him away from the scene.

At this moment, Gu Wangjun had no choice but to turn his gaze to his junior sister Duan Xingchen beside him. As the inheritor of the Purifying Demon Desolate Dust Record, Duan Xingchen possessed absolute perception of demons.

However, at this moment, Duan Xingchen's face was ashen, her lips were pale and cracked, and cold sweat was pouring down her forehead. She stared at the rapidly expanding dark hemisphere in front of her, as if she had seen a ghost.

Countless memories surfaced in his mind. The terrifying smell he remembered from when the Holy Feather Sect was destroyed reappeared in his nostrils at this moment.

It's that black tide...

Duan Xingchen's breathing inexplicably became rapid, her beautiful eyes filled with unbearable shock and fear.

This is the black tide that wiped out the Holy Feather Sect back then!

She would never forget the solemnity of her grandfather, the sect leader, rebuking her and telling her to leave the Holy Feather Sect, nor would she forget the cries of countless Holy Feather Sect disciples who were completely consumed by that black tide, leaving no trace of their bodies.

She will remember that smell for the rest of her life.

Absolutely right!

This enormous black hemisphere before us is the culprit that destroyed the Holy Feather Sect back then!

Duan Xingchen was too weak in the past, but now she is only one step away from the Saint Realm. Moreover, she has also come into contact with the ultimate beings. Therefore, she can judge that the main body of the aura in front of her must also be one of the twenty-one ultimate beings!

Deadly Evil Spirit Ice.

She vaguely remembered.

Among the twenty-one extremes, there seems to be an extreme of pure evil, which has symbolized madness and death from the very beginning.

If the Origin Ancestor created the Twenty-One Ultimates to test his creation abilities, then this Deathly Evil Ice is his greatest failure!

Even the Abyss Fear Ice, which can corrode everything, is nothing compared to the Deathly Evil Ice. It is precisely because of the existence of the Deathly Evil Ice that the Primordial Ancestor specially bestowed some of his characteristics upon another ultimate being—Holy Mystic Gold.

The two extremes possess the ability to restrain each other. For countless years, the Holy Profound Gold has been trying to suppress the Deathly Evil Ice. However, this creation, born from failure, may also carry the indelible killing intent of the Origin Ancestor. Even after such a long period of time, the Holy Profound Gold has been unable to eradicate the evil nature of the Deathly Evil Ice.

Could it be that Gu Tianren is the inheritor of the Deathly Evil Ice...?

Subconsciously, Duan Xingchen made this connection.

Otherwise, why did the aura of the Deathly Evil Ice suddenly erupt when I was about to kill Gu Tianren?

And if I'm not mistaken—the source of the demonic energy seems to be those two divine eyes!

Why is the Divine Eye connected with the Dead Evil Spirit Ice?

chaos.

Too messy.

Duan Xingchen's mind was a complete mess. She stood there blankly, unable to make a judgment, and almost losing her ability to think.

"What's going on?!"

It was at this moment.

A startled cry suddenly came from not far away.

The first to notice something amiss was a young man dressed in a blue-feathered Heavenly Palace Taoist robe, with a solemn expression but no focus in his eyes.

He stumbled out somewhat unsteadily. Without the help of maids, he even had some difficulty walking, but even so, he arrived at the square in no time.

Although Lan Chun couldn't see, he could sense the extremely terrifying winds and demonic energy in front of him.

"Senior Brother Lan Chun... Senior Brother Lan Chun..."

Qianxun Novel Free Transfer Group 255595300 Gu Asan shouted loudly, trying to run over and explain the situation to him.

But her legs gave way to fear, and when she tried to get up, she almost stumbled and fell again.

Upon hearing Gu Asan's voice, Lan Chun frowned and began to walk in the direction Gu Asan was.

however.

A jet-black whip suddenly extended from the black hemisphere, tearing through the air with incredible speed and slashing down towards Lan Chun's head.

As Lan Chun sensed all this, he subconsciously turned his head away, but he underestimated the speed of the black whip. It possessed a terrifying power that could tear through the air, and if he did not defend himself, it would probably cut him in two.

hiss--

Blood-red steam rose from Gu Wangjun's pores. Without any hesitation, he stomped his foot, and a fan-shaped crack suddenly appeared in the ground behind him. He sped forward with the terrifying recoil force.

Just as the black whip was about to fall, a strong arm suddenly gripped the whip tightly and wrapped it around the wrist.

The corrosive pain was eroding Gu Wangjun's skin, and a few traces of solemnity appeared on his calm face—Gu Wangjun's physical body was already unmatched below the level of a saint, and even some saints who specialized in martial arts might not have a physique as strong as Gu Wangjun's.

His physique was personally honed by Yun Ping. How could a physique taught by the Martial Emperor be any worse?

Even so, the black whip could still easily corrode Gu Wangjun's body. If it were to strike Lan Chun, his body would perish on the spot.

"You are..." Lan Chun looked in astonishment in the direction of Gu Wangjun. Although he could not see him, he could still tell that it was the bald man who had been invited to Lanyu Heavenly Palace by Gu Tianren earlier.

"Go to safety immediately."

Despite the pain, Gu Wangjun said calmly to Lan Chun, "You have enough prestige in the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, right? Go and make sure everyone takes refuge! This place... is no place to stay."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lan Chun was first startled, then glanced at the terrifying demonic figure in front of him with lingering fear, lowered his head, and asked, "Don't you need any help?"

"unnecessary."

Gu Wangjun said calmly, his tone light and relaxed.

—Although his right arm was now bleeding profusely and his strong muscles were being corroded and destroyed.

But he acted as if nothing had happened.

Lan Chun couldn't see, but he could hear Gu Wangjun's calm and composed tone, so he assumed that Gu Wangjun truly possessed the ability to withstand this demonic aura. Without hesitation, he said, "I will go and inform the Palace Master right away. Please don't force yourself..."

After speaking, he left towards the location of the main palace of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace.

After confirming that Lan Chun had left, Gu Wangjun breathed a sigh of relief, then swung his right arm forcefully and tore the black whip in half.

The broken black whip transformed into demonic black smoke and dissipated, while Gu Wangjun's battered and mangled right arm was also exposed to view.

"hiss--"

Even Gu Wangjun couldn't help but gasp; the feeling of his muscles and blood being corroded was far from pleasant.

He glanced back at his junior sister, only to find Duan Xingchen's eyes trembling with fear...

All around, cries of agony rose and fell.

More and more disciples of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace noticed the black hemisphere, but most of them reacted too late and were swallowed up by the black tide before they could even resist it.

Countless black tentacles lashed out wildly in all directions, and a large number of corpses floated in the black tide, mixed with the blood of countless people.

More and more.

The moment the black tide touched the house, it ignited the black fire on the eaves. The raging flames leaped and danced before our eyes, as if showing off their splendor.

Duan Xingchen stared blankly at everything before him. This scene... was just like when the Holy Feather Sect was destroyed back then.

She remained silent, lost in thought.

Images of his sect leader grandfather, his older brother, and the faces of all the disciples of the Holy Feather Sect flashed through his mind.

Duan Xingchen gritted his teeth, gripped the sword in his palm, and stared into the darkness before him with eyes filled with killing intent and hatred.

So many years have passed, she should no longer be that little girl who only knew how to run away.

With the culprit who destroyed the sect right in front of him, Duan Xingchen clearly realized that his chance for revenge had arrived.

It's about to happen! It's about to happen!

She gripped her sword tightly, silently reciting the incantation of the "Purifying Demon Desolation Record," and in the instant her center of gravity lowered—

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

Black, viscous tentacles crawled all over his feet. The dark liquid seemed to be one with him, never touching any part of his body, but simply sliding naturally to the ground.

A few strands of icy darkness surfaced in those eyes filled with countless threads. The young man named Gu Tianren walked out slowly, a faint smile on his face, stepping on his tentacles.

"Young Master..."

When Gu Asan saw that Gu Tianren was safe and sound, he was so excited that he wanted to rush forward, but Gu Wangjun stopped him immediately.

Gu Wangjun stared at Gu Tianren with a wary and heavy expression, and said in a deep voice, "He is no longer your young master..."