Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 336 - 213: Overcoming Twelve Demons, Seizing the Immortality Pill_2

Chapter 336: Chapter 213: Overcoming Twelve Demons, Seizing the Immortality Pill_2

The three were not Taoist Soldiers, but they could all be called Immortal Artifacts, bestowed in ancient times by The Three Pure Ones of the Immortal Court. It was thanks to these three treasures that the Human Race was able to escape from Jianmu unharmed.

Venerable Demi Immortals and the like held them, and at a great cost, they could wield the power of Immortals.

Without hesitation, the three treasures blasted towards the Ancestor Dragon, and then the remaining four Devil Ancestors jointly stopped them. There was also a horned dragon intending to attack Gu Wen, but it was blocked by Jianmu.

"Let him go."

Jianmu made a decision that was incomprehensible to the Devil Ancestors present.

The horned dragon spoke anxiously, "Saint Venerable, if we don’t kill this boy now, are we to let him escape?"

"Let him go."

The Divine being was expressionless, repeating the command with an unwavering tone that denoted an unusual determination.

Now, he aimed to kill Qingcang. According to the ceaseless plotting over the past three thousand years, the current situation was one where Qingcang was sure to die. If he expended extra energy on dealing with Gu Wen, an unforeseen event might occur.

These incarnations of the Devil Ancestors were just additional precautions. Now, they were sufficient to cope with the surplus variable that was Gu Wen.

The Ancestor Dragon glanced sideways and said, "You must be more patient than Him to have any chance of defeating Him. Leave now."

Buzz!

The Immortal Sword left his grip, positioned in front of Gu Wen’s chest, conveying a Divine Thought.

"Gu Wen, is it over now? Your talents are no lesser than Qingcang’s. Even if she survives in her half-crippled state and lives a second life, she might not regain her peak form. She wouldn’t want this for you, leave!"

Three feet behind Gu Wen, space began to distort, and a door to the Cultivation World appeared.

It was unknown which deity possessed the ability to create a door in the void of the Immortal Land.

The Daoist Sect wanted me to leave, the Immortal Sword wanted me to leave, even Immortals with whom I had scarcely any dealings urged me to go, and even enemies bid me depart.

Gu Wen gripped his empty hand and looked around as if he were back to twenty-six years ago.

Entering this world as a beggar, last night’s meal was a distant memory. Hunger, begging on his knees, insecurity, committing crimes, killing—those things he would never have thought to do he accomplished in a single day.

He still remembered the kicking and punching from others when they snatched food from him, and the warmth of blood from someone’s smashed head that he turned around to hit—the only warmth he felt.

Killed a man, hands warmed by the blood.

Killed a man, felt safe from others’ fear.

Killed a man, finally able to eat the hard-earned food.

He was always hungry and always anxious.

External force was no match for one’s own body; that sword was not as effective as the brick of those years.

A shade of scarlet crept over his entire body, as a fierce scarlet dragon bit down on the Ancestor Dragon, its tens of thousands of feet long body far exceeding five thousand feet.

Gu Wen’s left hand condensed the Immortal Sword, his right hand transformed into a long spear.

Long ago, Gu Wen harbored a concern—if there were beings stronger than himself in the Immortal Skill, and he could not overcome them with the same Magic Skill, should he pioneer a new Immortal Skill?

The Flame Spear was the origin, and over the past twenty years, Gu Wen had expanded it by integrating various skills, forming a new Immortal Skill.

The Path of Slaughter, the Flame Skill.

All skills fulfilled, unrivaled in battle.

"Kill."

A single word shook the universe, the tens of thousands of feet long scarlet dragon dharma form clamped onto the Ancestor Dragon and plunged it fiercely into the ground.

Gu Wen pushed forward, the Azure Dragon, one of the Four Symbols, blocked the way; the Flame Sword was somewhat inferior to the Immortal Sword, lacking about half of its power and unable to reach the level of the Immortal Sword.

But the Devil Ancestors were not fighting in their true forms either.

The Azure Dragon dharma form howled to the heavens; the dragon brought the cloud, the wind followed the tiger—much like the old days of Ao Heng. A boundless Devil Cloud began to collapse downwards, transforming into an even larger dragon head.

Clang!

The aura of killing intent surged heavenward, turning a hundred miles of Devil Cloud into dust.

The Cloud Dragon vanished, and once again, the shape of the Azure Dragon was revealed. Gu Wen advanced with large strides, disregarding the attacks of the other Devil Ancestors that smashed head-on into him.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew about, tearing skin and sinew to reveal indestructible golden bones.

Gu Wen thrust his spear into the Azure Dragon’s brow, the light of the spear swelling instantly to hundreds and thousands of feet, piercing straight through half of the dragon’s body, emerging from the abdomen.

Another enemy attacked from behind, its figure like a crane, its white beak gleaming like gold, pecking as if to split mountains.

Gu Wen’s shoulder was instantly penetrated, golden bones shattered, flesh blurred. However, these injuries only intensified the ferocity in Gu Wen’s eyes. He grabbed the Crane Ancestor in retaliation.

Transforming a palm into a fist, the Golden Light Spell transformed into power, millions of tons of force compressing inward, blood and flesh oozing through the gaps in his fingernails.

Another two Devil Ancestors perished, adding to the previous six, making a total of nine Devil Ancestors slain.

Even though these were just incarnations, considering Gu Wen’s age, his feats were no different from Qingcang’s slaying of three Devil Ancestors back in her time.

The Immortal Sword, Wu Kong, the pair Huayang and Yun Miao, along with all eyes cast upon this place fell into silence.

Everyone spoke of Gu Wen’s talent as equal to Qingcang’s, but no one feared him as they did Qingcang, because true infamy is always fought and won.

At this moment, Gu Wen set his sights on the remaining three Devil Ancestors, a colossal and indescribable momentum bearing down upon them.

The greatness of heaven and earth lies in causality, Qi Fortune, and even more so in the human heart. What is called momentum is ethereal, yet it can be overwhelmingly powerful.

"Gu Wen."

A voice, neither male nor female, ethereal, traveled from afar. The Divine being who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly stood up.

Every gaze watching was heavy with significance; the Immortal Sword returned to its senses to protect Gu Wen again, with the Three Pure Ones Treasures circling around him.

And that void passage, Wu Kong stepped out of it, now in his true form with no way back.

Before, Gu Wen was only worth the risk of opening a passage for him, but now he was worth coming in person, after all, at worst he could flee far into the Void.

Rumble!

There was a tremor from beyond the heavens, a True Immortal tearing through the space to descend. Dressed in a Luo skirt and red clothes, nine tails unfurled, a being like a Heavenly Immortal.