Chapter 581

Inside the chariot, the almost transparent white light in Shi Xuan's hand had already grown to the size of half a fist, which was more than fifty percent more than what Shi Xuan needed to train the Three Powers Destruction Sword Art. It was more than twice as much as he expected. If it were not for his quick reflexes that allowed him to put them all away in a couple of seconds, perhaps the heavenly punishment of the great world would have arrived.

The power of the heavenly punishment might not be able to do anything to him, but Shi Xuan did not want to embarrass himself. Especially during the process of destroying the confidence of the martial artists and gathering the Dao Qi, it would be best for him to maintain a mysterious and powerful image.

Before the two Mortal Deities, the Southern King, and Xiao Chuhe had arrived, and after they had fallen, the changes in those martial artists' emotions, confidence, and tone were the best evidence.

Of course, Shi Xuan had already achieved his goal, so it did not matter whether he went to the capital or not. However, if he left now, it would be like pushing his parents and their disciples into the fire pit. Therefore, it was better to finish what he had started.

Gu Canghai and Wei Peining drove the bright yellow agarwood chariot in high spirits, keeping it at the previous slow speed as it flew toward the capital. The surrounding disciples such as Ji Ming, Lu Yao, and Chang Ya all held their heads high, full of confidence and imposing manner. The scattered Taoist luck continued to gather.

In front of the bright yellow agarwood chariot, the Martial Sages and Grandmasters brought here by Guo Yuquan to watch the battle from the sidelines so that they could gain something from it were all bewildered and frightened, as if their minds had been taken away. It was not until they saw the bright yellow chariot flying toward them that they finally came to their senses.

No one knew who started it, but they suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, transforming into streaks of light and fleeing. Some went east, some went west, but the majority returned to the capital. Even a fool would know that they were definitely going back to take their valuables and take their families and disciples with them to flee to some remote province.

Guo Yuquan watched this scene with disappointment, shaking his head and sighing. He wanted to scold them for not having the courage to fight for their lives, but he could not say it out loud. After all, even Brother Xiao could not take one sword attack from him, so why would these Martial Saints and Master level masters do this?

Even if some of them were from the royal bloodline, as long as they were alive, there was hope. Once they became powerful enough and reached the Mortal Deity level, it would not be impossible for them to rise again.

"Never mind, I will not force myself. Among Brother Xiao's descendants, there are a few talented ones. Why don't we take them away and train them for the future?" Guo Yuquan and Xiao Chuhe had been good friends for many years. He had even been saved by Xiao Chuhe a couple of times, so he had the thought of repaying the favor even if he had to die.

However, the departure of these Martial Saints and Master level masters had woken him up. He knew that the gap between them was too huge, and even if he used up all his tricks and trump cards, he would not be able to escape from that sword attack. So, he might as well keep his life and keep the flame of hope alive.

With that thought in mind, Guo Yuquan began to fear that the Spiritual Being in the carriage would kill him, the last Earth Deity warrior, so he hurried to turn into a beam of light and rush back to the capital. As long as he could get out of the range of the Spiritual Being's Yuan Sense, with his first tribulation Earth Deity cultivation, he would be able to escape even if he could not beat him.

There was no sound coming from the carriage. Guo Yuquan finally let out a sigh of relief after running for quite a distance. He sighed inwardly, 'I don't know if that Spiritual Being is arrogant or confident, but as long as you don't stand in front of him, he won't even bother to attack!'

In the bright yellow Agarwood Chariot, Shi Shuan watched Guo Yuquan flying away. If it was not to maintain a powerful and mysterious image to shock the world so as to gather the Taoist Sect's confidence, he would have done it on the spot to get rid of any future troubles.

Fortunately, he had left a shallow mark on Guo Yuquan's body with the Tai Chi Diagram and the Innate Eight Diagrams. With the suppression of the natural law, it would be hard for Guo Yuquan to find out within three days. It would not be too late to look for him after the matter in the capital was settled.

Seeing Guo Yuquan leave, the martial arts cultivators who were watching from afar dispersed in all directions as if they had lost their souls. After a short period of settling down, that kind of collapsing venting had stopped, but it still could not shake the confidence in martial arts in their hearts. They only felt that the road ahead was dark and confused. This kind of trauma on their state of mind was very difficult to recover from. Of course, there were certainly a few cultivators who were as resolute as a rock, unwavering in the path of martial arts.

As for the bright yellow carriage, they did not plan to follow it anymore, since no one could stop it anyway.

In this cold and cheerless atmosphere, the bright yellow Agarwood Carriage silently and resolutely flew toward the capital.

…

In the capital, in a side hall of the royal palace.

"Great Ancestor Guo, I won't go!"

Guo Yuquan looked at the tall young man in front of him with bright eyes, thick eyebrows, and deep facial features, who looked similar to Xiao Chuhe. He did not expect to get such an answer, and his tone was so firm.

"Xiao Jing, do you know what you are talking about? That spiritual being in the carriage is not something a little Spirit Will warrior like you can handle! "After coming back to his senses, Guo Yuquan asked with a bit of anger.

Xiao Jing stood ramrod straight, his eyes filled with sorrow, but the sorrow did not turn into despair. Instead, a determined force brewed within the sorrow. "If our Xiao royal family leaves, I'm afraid that no one will ever dare to stand in front of that demon chariot again. Even if I'm a mantis trying to stop a chariot, I will let the world know that as a martial adept, I can lose my life, but my will, vigor, and courage cannot be destroyed!"

Guo Yuquan almost blurted out 'good', but he had a strong control over himself. He forced it down and asked thoughtfully, "Are you not afraid that no one will see and know what you are doing?"

"As long as I have a clear conscience." Xiao Jing answered without hesitation.

"Good!" Guo Yuquan finally said the word 'good' out.

At this moment, dozens of cultivators, young and old, men and women, Martial Sages and Refinement Stage cultivators, barged into the hall. All of them were grief-stricken, but there was no sign of collapse or confusion on their faces. Instead, they looked as if they were facing death calmly, mournful, resolute, and united against a common enemy, which was very similar to Xiao Jing.

"Master Guo, we will not leave either!" They said together. Their voices were not loud, but they were filled with sadness and determination.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

"Even if we die, we will not regret it!"

Seeing that, Guo Yuquan laughed out loud, "Haha, good! Good! Good! My martial art will never end! Brother Xiao's legacy will never end! With you cultivation seeds, there is no need to worry about not being able to rise again in the future. Haha, I will give up this life of mine as well! I will go with you guys! "

It was not that Guo Yuquan had no confidence in this, but he had let go of his worries, fears, hesitations, and even his life. After saying those words, he felt like he was talking like a young man. Moreover, his heart seemed to have lost a lot of heavy baggage. He became relaxed and lively, as if a thick layer of dust had been wiped off his mind, making him very clear.

For so many years, he had racked his brains for the second Heavenly Tribulation. He had been worried and worried about it day and night. It had been a long time since he had felt this way. The last time he had felt this way was when he stepped into the Hidden Latch of Life and Death.

"Maybe I have been on the wrong path for more than a thousand years?" Guo Yuquan laughed as he came to a realization. "No wonder Brother Xiao, a man who looks down on the world, could go through two Heavenly Tribulations in a thousand years."

Guo Yuquan's mind was as clear as water and lively. Suddenly, he noticed the faint imprint and laughed. "So you are not as strong as I thought! You are not so strong that everything is under your control! "

Then he laughed and said to Xiao Jing and the dozens of junior cultivators, "When Brother Xiao left, he was afraid that someone would come to the capital to make trouble, so he specially exchanged for a Buddhist formation. Although it is not a complete Immortal Formation, with the Vigorous Vajra Pestle as the core, it is enough to stop a Second Tribulation Cultivator. Even Brother Xiao himself will find it difficult to break it."

Although they were confident that they would die, these cultivators inevitably felt a little happy with the formation to rely on. In this way, the hope of stopping the Immortal increased greatly.

Of course, it was difficult to break the Ancestor, but it did not mean that the Immortal who killed him with a sword was also difficult to break. But for these resolute cultivators, there was no need to think about this problem at all.

Guo Yuquan took the lead. They walked out of the hall with firm steps. Their expressions were sad but firm. With every step they took, there seemed to be a powerful momentum gathering.

There were dozens of cultivators outside the hall, men and women of different cultivation levels.

Xiao Jing saw a beautiful girl with a round face and big eyes. He said with a slight surprise, "Ya 'er, didn't you leave with your family?"

"Everyone else is gone, but I am still worried about you, you idiot." The girl Ya 'er said with a sad smile on her face.

Xiao Jing did not say much. He held her hand and looked at each other with a smile. Everything was said without words.

Another young man saw a middle-aged couple waiting there. His eyes turned red as he buried his head in tears. Then, the three of them walked side by side.

From the side hall to the main hall, from the royal palace to the center of the formation, there were actually hundreds of people in this group. All of them were wearing mourning clothes that were as white as snow, looking sad and determined.

…

Two days later, the Bright Yellow Agarwood Chariot appeared outside the capital city.

Around the chariot, there were not only the five disciples of Gu Canghai and Wei Peining.

These days, as the news of Xiao Chuhe being killed by the Daoist Spiritual Master in the chariot spread out, the world was shocked.

Many Daoist cultivators who had been hiding came after hearing the news. They followed behind the chariot. Right now, there were hundreds of them, not counting those who had not arrived yet.

Although the cultivators around the bright yellow carriage hadn't spoken to them during these two days, the cultivators following behind them were filled with joy and excitement.

At first glance, the huge capital city that was covered by a layer of golden light was empty, with only a few hundred people.

They were all wearing mourning clothes. Their faces were sad, but they were not panicked, not afraid. There seemed to be a powerful, sad, determined, and united aura filling the whole capital city, dispelling the emptiness.

Guo Yuquan's hair was disheveled, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind. He stood in the air, looking at the chariot without fear.

The chariot was still flying toward the capital city silently, slowly, but unstoppably.