The Poison Dragon King, Ao Tu, had always been cautious. He was also a person who could afford to let go. Since Six-Winged Gentleman was already dead, and the hardest part of Celestial Zhushan's words had already been accomplished, why should he put up a stubborn resistance and throw away his life in vain? He did not think that he could escape from Celestial Zhushan's eyes. Perhaps he would die even faster and more miserably than Six-Winged Gentleman!
Just now, Celestial Zhushan had casually killed Six-Winged Gentleman in an instant. Ao Tu really could not muster up any wishful thinking. The gap between the two of them was hundreds or even thousands of times greater than the gap between Six-Winged Gentleman and Perfected Jin Luo!
Pulling the Thousand-Eyed Demon King, the two demons led the dozens of demons to kneel in the black cloud and said in unison, "Celestial Venerable, please have mercy and spare our lives. We are willing to return to the sea, restrain our tribes, and not step on land for the next one thousand and five hundred years."
Originally, they wanted to add that if they met Zhushan's disciples in the future, they would avoid them and not dare to be enemies with them. However, they did not know Celestial Zhushan's preferences, and they were afraid that they would offend him by talking too much. Therefore, they did not add anything unnecessary. They only repeated Celestial Zhushan's words just now. If they had any other requests, Celestial Zhushan could just mention them.
A faint voice came from the misty mountain top, which was hard to see through, "Then you may leave."
Ao Tu and the Thousand-Eyed Demon King were extremely surprised. He did not ask them to make an oath! However, they quickly came to their senses. Celestial Zhushan was an Immortal, high and mighty. He was not afraid at all, nor was he worried that they would go against their oaths. With his confidence, he naturally did not seem to care.
After kowtowing and thanking him for sparing their lives, the two demons rolled up the black cloud and fled to the east. They were in a hurry, as if there was a powerful monster chasing and devouring them from behind.
As for the traitor Wang Shiba, he was left in the same place. He watched helplessly as the cultivators with bad intentions approached him. Then, he screamed in pain.
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The resolution of the matter was beyond the expectations of the Perfected Masters and cultivators. They thought there would be a big battle, but Six-Winged Gentleman was like an ant to Celestial Zhushan. The Celestial Venerable did not even show his face and killed him with a silent strike. It was too easy, too simple!
"But why didn't the Celestial Venerable kill all the big demons?! On the other hand, if we set an agreement of one thousand and five hundred years, they will make a comeback in the future and it will be extremely terrifying. Not to mention, if there is another Great Demon that has passed the heavenly tribulation, it will be a disaster that will overturn the world! " Wu Mu Zhenren already knew some details about the destruction of the Golden Sieve Sect. For example, the Thousand-Eyed Demon King's immortal arts had crushed the Protective Mountain Array. However, they still had the sect's treasured treasures in their hands, so they still had the strength to fight back. Thus, what they were most worried about was that a great demon had survived the Heavenly Tribulation.
The 1500-year agreement between Celestial Zhushan was obviously a plan for Xia Jing and the Penglai House. At that time, once someone from the Penglai House achieved the Primordial Spirit and passed the first Heavenly Tribulation, the threat of the Demon Clan would be solved.
What he was thinking was that Bamboo Mountain the Immortal's promise of one thousand and five hundred years was clearly a plan for Xia Jing and the Penglai Lower Court. At that time, once someone from the Penglai Lower Court reached the Essence Soul realm and passed the first Heavenly Tribulation, the demons' threat would be resolved. In this way, in the next 1,500 years, countless cultivators in the Colossal World would be forced to cultivate the Essence Spirit of orthodox Daoism due to the pressure of survival. What a good plan!
"But we have no hope of surviving the first Heavenly Tribulation! Not to mention 1500 years, even if it was 15,000 years, it would still be difficult to resist a big demon that has passed the Heavenly Tribulation. Why would those talented cultivators who yearn for power choose this path just because of a slight advantage in lifespan?! "
Venerable Blazing Sun was dejected. Even he himself, when Ancestor Bamboo Mountain revealed his tyrannical strength and casually killed Six-Winged Gentleman, other than trembling in fear, he also yearned for it. He regretted retreating halfway and didn't choose the orthodox Daoism Primordial Spirit. If not, no matter how great the pressure from the demon race was, it wasn't like he had no chance of victory. His future was bleak and he was in complete despair!
Hearing Masato Hori's obviously glossy explanation, the rest of the Perfected Masters chuckled and said no more. More or less, they had similar speculations in their minds. But what could they do? Could they still reason with Zhushan Celestial Venerable Master?! At that time, the most terrifying thing would be the appearance of that dark and mysterious space and they would all turn into ashes.
Only Wen Nixi had another guess. "Shi Shi probably doesn't care too much about whether others choose the Primordial Spirit or not. After all, the Primordial Spirit is so vast and has so many people. The cultivators and mortals at the bottom who don't care about money and resources can completely support a sect and don't have to worry about not being able to recruit disciples. His promise of 1500 years should be to increase the pressure on Xia Jing and the others." Of course, Wen Nixi didn't have the slightest confidence in her guess. Previously, she had never guessed Shi Shi's thoughts accurately.
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After escaping death, many disciples and rogue cultivators were overjoyed and excited, and they began to discuss fervently.
"That Immortal Technique just now was really powerful. Just the ancient and barbaric aura that it emitted made me shudder even though I was so far away." The Firewood Sect disciple who was previously like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring no longer had any fear or worry left. What was left was only yearning and worship for the Immortal Technique. The reason why it was called Immortal Technique was because what Immortal Venerable Zhushan, a dignified Immortal, had displayed was naturally an "Immortal" Technique!
The female disciple of the Water Moon Sect who was conversing with him sneered. "Who was the one who said that Immortal Venerable Zhushan was on par with that monster not long ago?"
"Aiyo, my good sister, please spare me. Don't mention this anymore!" The Firewood Sect disciple was extremely ashamed, but he was also afraid of attracting attention and being mocked, so he repeatedly begged for mercy.
The female disciple of the Water Moon Sect was satisfied with his attitude. She raised her head and looked at the top of Zhushan's head, and her yearning was evident in her words. "In the past, I only knew that the two Patriarchs were already powerful to the extreme, but now I know that there is always someone better out there. If I can cultivate that kind of Immortal Technique, so what if I lose a few decades or even a few hundred years of my life?"
The Seven Mountain Alliance disciple beside her also nodded. "It's a pity that it's said that our current cultivation techniques can't be cultivated into true Immortal Techniques."
To low-level cultivators like them, how could the profoundness of creating a mountain from the ground compare to using an Immortal Technique to kill an incomparably powerful Great Monster in front of them?
"Do you all want to cultivate the Primordial Soul of an orthodox Daoist sect?" The female disciple of the Water Moon Sect retracted her gaze and asked the many cultivators beside her. There were sect disciples and itinerant cultivators.
"I'm not changing. I've already gathered all the materials and am preparing to condense my Divine Ability." A sect disciple who was at the peak of the Qi Channeling Realm shook his head.
Another cultivator immediately retorted, "Aren't you afraid that when the Monster race returns, you won't be able to defend against them?"
The sect disciple who was at the peak of the Qi Channeling Realm sneered. "I don't think that I'll be able to form the Primordial Soul. That's why in 1500 years, my lifespan will be up and I'll be dead. Who cares if the Monster race attacks? Besides, if I'm lucky enough to consume the Spirit Fruit of Life and live until then, won't the Primordial Soul Venerable of Penglai House be there? They should have Primordial Soul Venerable by then, right? "
These words echoed the thoughts of many cultivators. In any case, they wouldn't be able to live for 1500 years, so they might as well take whichever path was easier. Moreover, even if the sky collapsed, there would be tall people to hold it up.
"You are you. In any case, I'm going to change my cultivation! If you don't have any ambition or confidence, what's the point of dragging out your feeble existence? Besides, aren't you worried about your descendants? Besides, even if you can't form the Primordial Soul, the lifespan of the first few realms of orthodox Daoism isn't that bad either. " The cultivator who had just retorted spoke with fervor and assurance. He also voiced the thoughts of many cultivators, including the disciples of the Water Moon Sect, the Firewood Sect, and the Seven Mountain Alliance.
The low-level cultivators were in an uproar. To change one's cultivation or not to change one's cultivation, the difference was like heaven and earth compared to eight years ago.
As they listened to their debate, Masato Hori, Master Ebony, and the other experienced high-level cultivators above the Divine Power realm could only smile bitterly. They still had a chance to change their cultivation, but they couldn't turn back anymore. Once they dispersed their cultivation, their lifespans would immediately come to an end and they would die. Immortal Exalt Zhushan definitely wouldn't make an exception again!
"I hope Fellow Daoist Xia Jing can form the Primordial Soul and survive the Heavenly Tribulation." They sighed in their hearts. Then, they were worried about their sect, which had been left unguarded because they had left in a hurry. One by one, they bid farewell to Penglai House and led their disciples back to their sects.
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On top of Zhushan, Shi Xuan and Lady Yu were still playing chess in a leisurely and relaxed manner.
Xia Jing stood at the side, watching Six-Winged Gentleman die and the demons flee. She pondered for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Teacher, why didn't you wipe out the demons in one fell swoop?" She didn't think that her teacher didn't have the ability to do so. He hadn't even stopped placing his chess piece just now.
Shi Xuan smiled. "Invincible foreign patient, the country perishes."
"What?" Xia Jing couldn't react.
"Nothing much. It's a saying I learned in the past. It's quite apt." Shi Xuan smiled as he placed his chess piece.
Xia Jing carefully thought about it. She could more or less understand her teacher's intention. It was to pressure her, to sharpen her.
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Eighteen years later, in a remote corner of the Seven Immortals Great World. Isolated from the barren hills and unruly rivers, few cultivators came here.
On a plain, the armies of two countries were locked in a fierce battle. There were tens of thousands of them, and their blood and killing intent soared into the sky.
When their killing intent reached its peak, they suddenly felt powerless. Their entire bodies felt weak, and they couldn't muster the will to fight anymore. The scene became extremely quiet.
Faced with this strange situation, the commanders of both sides were scared out of their wits. They had no choice but to retreat and set up camp a few miles away.
In the sky above the plain, on a white cloud, Shi Xuan played with the red threads with his thumb and index finger, rolling them into a ball. "I've collected all the killing intent of humans on the battlefield. Unfortunately, I'm still lacking a lot of the killing intent of humans. What am I missing?"
After taking care of Xia Jing, Shi Xuan left Zhushan's Penglai House. He planned to go to the ancient tomb of wild beasts in the Seven Immortals Great World to see if he could comprehend the Great Dao of Life, Death, Yin, and Yang. Then, he would set off to travel and search for the whereabouts of the Yin and Yang Sword of Dao Annihilation. But before that, Shi Xuan planned to follow Lady Yu's advice and collect all the killing intent of humans. This was to prevent himself from being dumbfounded if he encountered any unexpected situations in the future.
"The killing intent of humans, the killing intent of humans … Could it be that the remaining part comes from the various killing intents of mortals?" Shi Xuan recalled that he had seen many cultivators practicing special Taoist and Celestial Arts in the mortal world. This thought came to his mind, and then he became more and more certain. "Since it's the killing intent of humans, how can it be missing from mortals, who make up the largest number of people?"
Similar to other Celestial Arts, the Collection Record only mentioned the general idea of the killing intent of humans and how to see it with secret techniques. It didn't explain the detailed process of collecting it. Maybe Qingyun Zi was in a hurry at that time, or maybe he thought it was common sense and not worth mentioning.
After thinking about this, Shi Xuan turned into a conveyance light and landed in the nearby mortal country.
