Chapter 625: The Mysterious Demon Shadow, Master!

Upon hearing Shen Zhen’s words, Gu An did not get up, nor did he look at her. He merely responded casually, “Don’t worry. Right now, it’s just the chess pieces showing off. This world isn’t going to fall yet.”

Chess pieces?

Shen Zhen was momentarily stunned. She stood up and walked over to stand before Gu An.

Squatting down in front of him, she pretended to look pitiful and asked, “Can you let me see this great battle?”

In the past, Gu An had used his divine abilities to allow them to witness battles beyond the world from within the Dao Field. She was extremely curious about the terrifying pressure enveloping the world—who was behind it, and what kind of beings would appear next?

With a casual wave of his hand, Gu An conjured a wisp of azure smoke atop the refining cauldron, revealing an image of the battle within the mysterious world.

There, a towering figure wielding a dark long blade stood amidst raging dust storms, like an ancient primordial demon god. His presence was domineering, standing as if he could hold up the sky itself.

Seeing this, Shen Zhen immediately transmitted a message to An Xin and Ephemeral Blossom Ghost Mother, summoning them to come and watch the battle.

Within the battlefield, Yuan Songzi, who had reached the pinnacle of the Profound Origin Free Immortal Realm, was utterly powerless against Senior Zhu.

With just one slash, Senior Zhu shattered the Dao Court’s last hope.

To the Dao Court’s cultivators, Yuan Songzi had been an invincible existence, yet he couldn’t even withstand a single move from Senior Zhu. The surviving cultivators were paralyzed with fear, not daring to take another step forward.

The world turned bleak, and in the sky, within a massive black vortex, the figures of Congenital Human Race demons began to descend, signaling that the outer defense line had been breached.

“I originally wanted to play with you all slowly, but since you insist on rushing to your deaths, then so be it. The calamity brought upon this world by the Congenital Human Race is not just an apocalypse.”

Senior Zhu’s voice thundered across the battlefield, shaking the hearts and souls of every cultivator present.

After witnessing his power firsthand, many began to feel regret—they shouldn't have come.

The Wushi cultivators, having escaped the storm of dust and blood, regrouped at a distance. Looking at the colossal figure in the distance, their eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

Blood Prison Saint muttered under his breath, “This one’s hard to chew…”

The aftershock of just one slash had left them in such a miserable state. To face this demonic entity directly—what kind of terrifying ordeal would that be?

Many hesitated.

If they retreated now, it would feel like admitting defeat.

But if they didn’t stop the Congenital Human Race in this battle, the human realm would be doomed.

Unless—their master made a move.

Suddenly, Lu Xian furrowed his brows. His gaze locked onto a solitary figure in the distance.

It was Tian Hao!

While everyone else was paralyzed with fear, Tian Hao charged forward alone—heading straight toward Senior Zhu!

Three Dao spears radiated immense energy, shielding Tian Hao as he rapidly closed the distance.

Standing at one hundred zhang tall, Senior Zhu lowered his gaze, his brows knitting slightly.

The Congenital Human Race had descended upon the Heavenly Spirit Great World for thousands of years. Though he had never personally intervened, he had always been observing the mortal realm.

He knew Tian Hao.

The number one prodigy of this era.

Based on his knowledge, Tian Hao’s fate was extraordinary. However, he couldn’t fully grasp it, which meant someone powerful was shielding him from the fabric of fate.

He did not want to get involved with such a person.

Even though he was now a prisoner, he was not foolish.

With countless Great Worlds across the vast cosmos, Golden Extreme God had specifically chosen the Heavenly Spirit Great World and turned his Congenital Human Race into chess pieces.

Clearly, this world harbored a deeper cause and effect.

When he sensed that the strongest being in this world had only reached the Profound Origin Free Immortal Realm, he grew even more wary of the Heavenly Spirit Great World.

Tian Hao met Senior Zhu’s gaze, his eyes devoid of fear.

He knew he was not his opponent, but he had no choice but to step forward.

With his actions, he wanted to tell the world—there was no way back.

They had to fight!

Countless eyes and divine senses focused on Tian Hao, filling him with an unshakable resolve.

He grasped his Divine Punishment Spear, pointing it at Senior Zhu, and said,

“With your power, the Congenital Human Race could have already swept across the world. Who is backing you? Could it be the immortals and gods of legend?”

A figure materialized beside him out of thin air—the Lord of the Dao Court, Yuan Songzi.

Despite appearing intact, Yuan Songzi’s face was pale. His voice was heavy as he said,

“Young one, do not be reckless. This man is Zhu Guanghan. In another Great Thousand World, he was once the number one prodigy of his era, no less talented than you.

And over one hundred billion years ago, he had already reached the Profound Origin Free Immortal Realm.

Now—he has ascended beyond that!”

Even though Tian Hao wasn’t a disciple of the Dao Court, Yuan Songzi admired him and did not want to see him fall here.

Profound Origin Free Immortal Realm…

One hundred billion years ago…

Tian Hao’s expression shifted dramatically.

All cultivators within the battlefield—regardless of distance—could hear Yuan Songzi’s words clearly.

Their faces turned pale, and a bone-chilling cold seeped into their hearts.

They could hardly fathom what kind of existence they were facing.

Hearing Yuan Songzi’s words, Zhu Guanghan did not respond.

He simply stared at them coldly.

Even Tian Hao, as fearless as he was, now understood the insurmountable gap.

He dared not act recklessly.

A deathly silence descended upon the battlefield.

Yuan Songzi felt something was off.

Frowning, he asked, “Who are you waiting for?”

More and more Congenital Human Race demons emerged from the distance.

However, they did not attack.

Instead, they simply stood there, unmoving, making the atmosphere increasingly suffocating.

Not only Yuan Songzi, but even the other cultivators sensed that something was wrong.

At that moment—

Above Zhu Guanghan, the cloud sea churned violently, and a surging blood mist emerged.

The crimson energy spread at an alarming speed, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

“What is that…?”

Tian Qing widened her beautiful eyes and whispered.

Even Blood Prison Saint, who was usually talkative, fell completely silent.

His eyes were locked onto the blood mist, sensing an even greater threat than Zhu Guanghan.

An existence even more terrifying was about to descend…

Yet, Zhu Guanghan did not lift his head.

What did that mean?

It meant that the arrival of this new figure was someone on his side.

Just Zhu Guanghan alone was already unbearable for them. Why was an even more terrifying presence descending upon them?

Why had they come?

What were they after?

In the next moment, a golden radiance pierced through the blood mist, illuminating the world.

A figure exuding an aura of absolute invincibility descended—it was Golden Extreme God!

He was like a true deity walking among mortals, exuding an overwhelming presence. There was no trace of the humiliation he had suffered when he was previously suppressed by the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong.

The moment he appeared, everyone felt an uncontrollable urge to kneel—even Yuan Songzi was no exception.

The gap in cultivation was far too vast!

Even Tian Hao, who had been prepared to fight, found himself staring blankly at Golden Extreme God, unable to summon even a shred of battle intent.

Within the golden light, Golden Extreme God’s gaze locked onto Tian Hao, as if trying to see through him completely.

He did not speak.

He merely lifted his right hand, pointing his index finger at Tian Hao.

The moment he was targeted, Tian Hao froze.

He couldn’t move a single muscle.

A powerful suffocating sensation surged through him, and his pupils shrank violently.

Far away, beneath the Realm Gate, Heavenly Spirit Shen opened his eyes.

Bathed in a dazzling light, his brows furrowed deeply.

Meanwhile, within Qian Kun Sect, where she had been cultivating, Su Jin also opened her eyes.

She clutched her chest, feeling an unexplainable unease.

“Could it be Hao’er…”

She murmured to herself, frowning.

She wanted to get up and search for him, but she had no idea where to look.

In the end, she had no choice but to sit back down.

Faced with Golden Extreme God’s outstretched finger, Tian Hao could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat, louder than ever before.

For the first time in his life, he felt that he was about to die.

And it was a horrible feeling.

Yuan Songzi wanted to intervene, but he realized he couldn’t move.

He could only watch helplessly as Tian Hao stood frozen beside him, about to die.

Suddenly!

One figure after another appeared in front of Tian Hao—it was the Wushi cultivators!

They stood in a straight line, wielding Dao Treasures.

Eight Dao Treasures unleashed their Dao Intent, intertwining to form a radiant multicolored barrier.

For some reason, Tian Hao felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

His three Dao Spears erupted with Dao Intent, merging with the others to resist Golden Extreme God.

Golden Extreme God’s gaze darkened.

He could tell that these treasures were extraordinary.

He had already witnessed Lu Xian’s battle, where the Dao Treasures had left a deep impression on him.

But he hadn’t expected that there would be so many more of them!

More importantly—his divine sense, which covered the entire world, had not been able to detect these treasures at all.

“Wushi? Who is behind you?”

Golden Extreme God finally spoke.

He could only deduce that Wushi was their name.

Beyond that, his calculations yielded nothing—a complete mystery.

But he wasn’t afraid.

He had his own backing.

Not to mention Xuan Su Immortal Lord, the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong were also watching from the void.

The Wushi cultivators remained silent.

They exerted all their strength to resist Golden Extreme God’s oppressive aura.

Though the Dao Treasures were powerful, the gap in cultivation was simply too overwhelming.

Even though Golden Extreme God hadn’t even tried to fight seriously, they were already struggling to withstand his presence.

Tian Hao looked at the backs of Tian Yao’er, Blood Prison Saint, and the others.

His heart swelled with emotion.

These were the people who had watched him grow up—they were like family to him.

Seeing them standing before him, protecting him, he felt an unshakable warmth.

As a child, he had often dreamed of fighting side by side with his senior brothers and sisters.

And now, that dream had become a reality.

Golden Extreme God, seeing that they refused to answer, let out a cold snort.

He stepped forward, pushing his finger forward.

An unfathomable pressure erupted from him, threatening to obliterate the Wushi cultivators.

Yuan Songzi, standing closest, felt his soul nearly shatter.

A cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of the Profound Origin Free Immortal Realm was now consumed by sheer terror, completely unable to maintain his usual composure.

But then—

The horrifying sensation vanished just as quickly as it had come.

It was as if he had fallen from the heavens but landed unharmed.

Feeling like he had just narrowly escaped death, Yuan Songzi gasped for air.

He lifted his gaze toward Golden Extreme God, confusion in his eyes.

But then, he noticed Golden Extreme God frowning.

His gaze was locked onto someone.

Following Golden Extreme God’s gaze, Yuan Songzi turned his head.

A figure stood behind Tian Hao.

Shrouded in dark purple demonic energy, his presence was suffocating.

Both Tian Hao and Lu Xian instinctively turned around.

Tian Hao’s eyes widened in shock, while Lu Xian, Tian Yao’er, and the others let out a sigh of relief.

Eight thousand years had passed.

The world had long forgotten this shadowy figure.

Though the cultivators in this world knew of the Sword Master of Dao, most of them originated from other Great Worlds before the restructuring of the Great Thousand World.

None of them recognized this shadow, but their curiosity burned.

Who was this demonic figure?

“Master!”

Lu Xian’s voice trembled with excitement.

He turned back toward Golden Extreme God, his gaze filled with mockery, as if saying:

You’re dead.

Master?

Tian Hao’s eyes widened further.

He took a closer look at the figure—

Indeed, the silhouette resembled his Master!

He had never expected his Master to appear here.

He had always believed that Gu An had retired into seclusion, detached from worldly affairs.

Golden Extreme God stared at the shadow of Gu An and finally asked,

“So, you are the Master of Wushi?”

Gu An did not answer.

He stepped forward, walking past Tian Hao.

Lu Xian, Tian Yao’er, and the others immediately made way for him.

Their gazes were filled with fervent reverence.

Standing so close, Yuan Songzi found himself unable to see through Gu An at all.

The demonic aura surrounding Gu An was scorching, making even his divine sense feel like it was burning.