Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 285 - 190 The Death of Wenren Wu, The Longevity Pill Beckons

Chapter 285: Chapter 190 The Death of Wenren Wu, The Longevity Pill Beckons

Having witnessed the ugliness of Xuan Yue and Chi Ling, two Demi Immortals, their obsession with becoming Immortals and their deranged desire for transcendence had disillusioned Gu Wen about the great powers of cultivation.

These people were all commoners, even more unbearably vulgar than the ordinary mortals of the marketplace.

Now, the openness of Wenren Wu took him by surprise. How could he, a mere True Monarch, be more unencumbered than a Demi Immortal?

Gu Wen revealed a smiling face and said, "Great General truly has the demeanor of a Cultivator. I wonder if the cultivators beyond the heavens are also like you?"

"Are you really a mortal from Immortal Land?"

Wenren Wu’s bloodshot eyes sparkled slightly. After receiving Gu Wen’s nod of confirmation, he laughed loudly and said, "Among Cultivators, there is good and evil, those who covet benefits, those who love fighting, and those who fear death and cling to life. In the world beyond the heavens spanning millions of miles, you can encounter all kinds of people. Cultivators have no particular grace; they are all common folk."

"If you seek those who are fearless in the face of death, go to the borderlands. There, many villains abound, and few dread death!"

"Where are these borderlands?"

"Travel eight thousand miles to the west until you see the treetop canopy of Jianmu; that is the borderlands."

"One day, I will witness the splendor of the borderlands myself."

The two collided again. Wenren Wu slightly lowered his Chopping Clouds Sword and said, "In the borderlands, there is a beast-slaying feast held every hundred years. Monster Hunters and cooks unite, cooking beasts to pay homage to their ancestors. The top ten are rewarded with Pills, the top five with Spiritual Treasures, and the champion is granted an honorable title."

"Are mere titles worth more than Spiritual Treasures?"

Clang!

Gu Wen changed his moves, whipping the Chopping Clouds Sword’s hundred-zhang sword light to fend off Wenren Wu.

Sword Step, driven by the true Sword Dao, divine thought transformed into ten thousand spiritual swords.

Like feathers, even more like rain, spiritual swords fell from the sky.

Wenren Wu’s legs galloped like warhorses, dodging the spiritual swords, moving in leaps and bounds, creating pits in the earth with every turn.

He danced with his heavy halberd, his vigor as mighty as an ox, his breath fierce as a tiger.

"This is the land where I grew up, where everything is an illusion, only the name stands taller! If you talk about grace, I personally believe the Daoist Sect’s saint lands are cold and detached, the Demon Sect’s caverns are unpredictable, and the Buddhist Sect’s stature is grand and sacred, but none can compare to the men of the borderlands by a hair’s breadth!"

With a sweep of his halberd, it scythed through the sky like a setting sun, its blood-red martial energy piercing through the sword rain.

Wenren Wu ascended to the heavens in a single step, instantly arriving in front of Gu Wen, his muscles bulging as he lifted his heavy halberd high.

"You’re no longer the man you used to be; drop that broken sword of yours for me!"

Boom!

Gu Wen’s form was suddenly hammered to the ground, the earth trembled slightly, and dust billowed into the air like a giant wave rising several meters high. Seizing the opportunity, Wenren Wu swooped down, pressing the recently stirred dust back down with his dominating martial presence.

Clang!

The clangor of weapons clashing dispersed the dust, revealing the figures of both men.

A three-zhang golden figure grasped the heavy halberd, its body shining like a cast gold sun, a martial dharma form manifested as a red dragon coiling around its torso and shoulders.

"Golden Light Spell?"

Wenren Wu displayed a hint of astonishment, naturally recognizing the golden figure, renowned as the number one divine skill in combat. He simply hadn’t expected Gu Wen to have mastered it.

His Yuqing Daoji was already of a Human Immortal Skill, and he possessed a Ninth Transition Golden Core?

"Great General, what does it mean to be a true man?"

Gu Wen’s voice, transformed by the Golden Light Spell, became grand and carried a superhuman divinity.

Wenren Wu cracked a smile and unabashedly said, "Surely it’s to bear arms with a long weapon, what kind of a man uses such delicate and soft things?"

His words could incite Xiao Yunyi to behead him, or provoke all the Sword Cultivators in the world to draw their swords in rage.

The dispute between Sword Cultivators and other martial paths had intensified since the ascent of Broken Sword Mountain.

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. Everyone wants to be the first, the champion.

"Today, with this delicate and soft thing, I shall seek instruction from the Great General’s might!"

With that, Gu Wen’s Chopping Clouds Sword transformed into a nine-zhang giant blade. With one slash, it seemed to horizontally push mountains aside, forcefully hurling Wenren Wu away.

A Taoist Soldier can be large or small; Chopping Clouds could extend to nine zhang.

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In the distance, outside the battlefield.

Yu Hua pinched a strand of pale yellow divine thought between her fingers. The Lord Emperor’s divine thought was gently kneaded and rolled by her jade-like fingertips, becoming increasingly slender.

A supreme Venerable, possessing the strength of a Demi Immortal like the Lord Emperor, had no room for resistance in the hands of the Heavenly Girl.

The others showed expressions of amazement; Jun Yan and his peers were not ordinary people, but in front of the power of an Immortal, they were no different from commoners.

Having seen how frail the Lord Emperor now appeared provided them with a reference point, offering a glimpse of the truth.

As powerful as the Lord Emperor was, before an Immortal, he was but an ant. A Demi Immortal was just a Demi Immortal and could never compare to a true Immortal. To a giant, mayflies and ants are essentially indistinguishable.

"Long time no see, Heavenly Girl. Your charm has not diminished one bit."

The Lord Emperor’s voice echoed. Yu Hua only glanced over with the corner of her eye, continuing to focus on the battle below, speaking indifferently, "You’ve aged and are close to death now. You’ve thrown your Demi Immortal lifespan into the furnace, and you’re about to die before the Longevity Pill is even refined."

That old man, along with the two elder masters within his school, belonged to the same generation; his age did not exceed three thousand five hundred years, and with Dao Realm cultivation, his lifespan could reach over eight thousand years.

But seeing his old and decrepit appearance for the first time indicated that the old fellow had completely lost his mind, tossing all of his lifespan into the Pill Furnace, leaving him with only decades or even less.

In the past, there might have been a way to remedy this, those who lived just ten years of a Heavenly Life could reach a thousand years.

But under the Life Span Tribulation, human life cannot compete with Heavenly Life. All methods that burn lifespan are simply exchanging Heavenly Life as the price. After all, human life is nothing more than vitality, health, the five vital energies, and other recoverable things.

"You’re about to die. You could have been the Human Emperor of the Human Race, but you gave it up."

"Early death or late death, it’s all the same death. If I don’t become an Immortal, living thousands more years is futile, and so is the position of Human Emperor. Aside from Immortality, everything is mundane."

The Lord Emperor replied indifferently, seeming not to care about the length of his lifespan.

"If I have any regrets, it’s that I didn’t recognize this uncut jade back then, blinded by blood ties, hoping to nurture a mediocrity."