Chapter 626: Why Bother to Act Personally

As Gu An's shadowy figure approached, Golden Extreme God furrowed his brows. Though he could not see through this mysterious figure, he felt no fear.

He was a Celestial God, blessed with the fortune of the Heavenly Dao. Even if he was defeated, he would not truly perish.

Golden Extreme God did not ask about Gu An’s origins—there was no point in doing so.

However, the fact that this person dared to walk toward him so directly meant one thing: he had no intention of waiting passively.

Raising his right hand, Golden Extreme God pointed toward Gu An, his expression cold and indifferent.

All the cultivators and the Xiantian Human Race(Congenital Human Race)’s demonic beings fixed their gaze on Gu An’s figure. Even Tian Hao, Lü Xian, and the others did the same. Among them, Tian Hao’s eyes were filled with both anticipation and excitement.

Though he had sparred with his master before, the vast disparity in cultivation meant he never truly understood the extent of his master's strength.

He had never seen his master fight to the death against an enemy. He had only heard his senior brothers and sisters speak of past battles, stories that filled him with admiration and longing. Now, he could finally witness his master’s true strength.

In Golden Extreme God’s palm, a golden-red light began to coalesce. Lightning crackled, interweaving into a sea of electricity, resembling the cries of billions of demonic birds. The dazzling arcs of lightning illuminated the faces of every living being present, casting their expressions in alternating light and shadow.

The entire realm trembled violently. The earth split apart as though the world was on the verge of collapse, and the air was thick with an oppressive and dangerous aura.

Standing nearby, Yuan Songzi could feel the terrifying power radiating from Golden Extreme God. His gaze remained locked on Gu An as a thought crossed his mind.

"Could it be the legendary Sword Master of the Dao? Has he never left?"

Though Yuan Songzi had never seen the Sword Master of the Dao’s demonic form in action, he had heard the legends. He had once felt the fearsome presence of the Sword Master of the Dao when he clashed with the Heavenly Spirit God and the Annihilation God Emperor.

Only one conclusion made sense.

The Sword Master of the Dao had never left!

As Gu An continued to advance toward Golden Extreme God, more and more cultivators recalled the ancient tales of the Sword Master of the Dao.

Golden Extreme God raised his right hand above his head. The golden lightning pierced through the thunderclouds in the sky, merging into his palm. Heaven and earth trembled as spiritual energy surged, forming howling gales that swept across the battlefield, making the very world shudder.

Zhu Guanghan watched Gu An closely, his heart filled with curiosity. Silently, he took a few steps back, choosing not to interfere in this impending clash between Gu An and Golden Extreme God.

To Tian Hao and the others, Gu An walking straight into the raging storm was an awe-inspiring sight. His back radiated an unshakable presence.

Golden Extreme God swung his hand forward, unleashing boundless golden lightning from all directions. It surged toward Gu An with an overwhelming force, as if it intended to devour everything in its path.

Boom!

In an instant, the vast golden lightning was utterly dispelled. Golden Extreme God was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Guanghan, still towering a hundred feet tall, widened his eyes in disbelief.

He and his kin had been enslaved by Golden Extreme God. More than anyone, he understood how terrifying Golden Extreme God was. Even though he had ascended to the Vast Heaven Free Immortal Realm, he was no different from a mere mortal before the Celestial God.

Yet, such an overwhelmingly powerful existence had been obliterated in an instant!

He had not even seen how Gu An made his move.

But he was certain—Golden Extreme God was not merely retreating or hiding. He had been erased, both body and soul.

Of course, Celestial Gods could revive through the fortune of the Heavenly Dao. Killing them completely was difficult, if not impossible. Zhu Guanghan didn’t dwell on Golden Extreme God's fate; instead, his attention remained locked on Gu An, his eyes filled with dread.

Everything had happened too fast!

Just moments ago, Golden Extreme God had radiated an aura that made it seem like he could destroy the heavens themselves. Now, the entire realm had fallen into eerie silence.

No one spoke. Most of the cultivators were left staring, utterly stunned, at that dark, shadowy figure.

Gu An came to a halt, tilting his head slightly as if glancing toward Zhu Guanghan. Zhu Guanghan’s expression darkened, but he did not turn to flee.

He was already a prisoner, with nowhere to run. Besides, he knew that escape was impossible. All he could do was wait for his fate to be decided.

At the same time.

In the Wushi Dao Field, inside the courtyard, Shen Zhen, An Xin, and Ephemeral Blossom Ghost Mother were staring at the image floating above the refining cauldron. The three women all widened their eyes in shock and immediately turned to look at the figure beside them.

Gu An was still reclining in his chair, leisurely flipping through a book. They glanced between him and the battlefield projection repeatedly, confirming that the shadowy figure in the battlefield was identical to Gu An.

"Is that a clone?" An Xin couldn't help but ask Gu An.

Gu An turned a page without looking up. "Mm, dealing with these people doesn’t require me to take action personally. I’m busy."

Whether they were celestial gods or Xiantian Human Race, they could not grant him lifespan, so naturally, he had no interest in personally dealing with them.

Shen Zhen continued to study the projection on the refining cauldron, her curiosity piqued. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't perceive the karma of the shadowy figure.

That was unusual. Even Heavenly Spirit God was within her sight, and yet Gu An’s mere clone was beyond her reach. What exactly was Gu An’s true cultivation level?

Despite having lived alongside him for eighty thousand years, no one had ever been able to discern the true depth of his power.

Ephemeral Blossom Ghost Mother was also pondering this, her heart filled with deep emotion. Meeting Gu An was truly an incredible fortune—an opportunity beyond imagination. She felt increasingly grateful toward him.

After all, what she did for him could have been done by anyone. But what Gu An had given her was an opportunity that all beings in existence could only dream of.

On the shattered, blood-soaked battlefield, whether it was the cultivators or the Xiantian Human Race, they were all frozen in shock, staring blankly at Gu An.

The more terrifying Golden Extreme God had seemed moments ago, the more shocking Gu An’s power now appeared in contrast.

For the Xiantian Human Race, despair set in. To them, Golden Extreme God was the ultimate being—an all-powerful celestial god, a force of terror that brought eternal dread. And yet, such an existence had been obliterated in the blink of an eye, utterly helpless.

It was over for them.

Most of the Xiantian Human Race warriors present were key figures of their clans. They understood the consequences of this battle far more than anyone.

However, not all of them were despairing. Some among the Xiantian Human Race’s demonic beings instead revealed expressions of relief. Compared to the suffering of living in torment, to vanish like Golden Extreme God in an instant—without any pain—was almost a kind of liberation.

Zhu Guanghan was one such individual. That was why he had no thoughts of resistance. He simply waited quietly for death to come, his gaze fixed on Gu An’s shadowy figure.

"Quite impressive. So you’re the Sword Master of the Dao?"

A youthful, laughing voice rang out across the heavens and earth. The voice was bright and full of amusement, carrying an undeniable playfulness, evoking the image of a mischievous young man.

Figures appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Gu An. Each of them radiated dazzling celestial light, illuminating the entire darkened battlefield.

Tian Hao, Yuan Songzi, and the rest of Wushi Dao Field's members snapped out of their daze as they took in the scene. The sudden arrival of the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong shook them to their core.

The moment they laid eyes on these immortals, a sense of awe similar to what they had felt toward Golden Extreme God instinctively rose within them.

In fact, most of these newcomers felt even stronger than Golden Extreme God.

Especially that man…

Tian Hao, Yuan Songzi, and the others couldn't help but focus their gazes on Purple Dragon Star Lord.

Purple Dragon Star Lord stood noticeably taller than the other Jin Dong Immortals. His overwhelming presence crushed all else. Looking at him was like witnessing an embodiment of absolute power—a figure that made their previous notions of "invincible beings" feel utterly insignificant.

"Do you even know who he is?" Purple Dragon Star Lord asked indifferently, his tone devoid of emotion.

His gaze fell upon Gu An, who stood wreathed in demonic energy, but his eyes remained cold and detached, as though he had no regard for him whatsoever.

The moment his words fell, the other Jin Dong Immortals simultaneously unleashed their aura.

The entire realm shattered in an instant, collapsing into nothingness.

All living beings present felt as if the world had suddenly disappeared.

They now floated in the void of the universe—a vast, boundless space with no land, no sky, only endless darkness.

The divine radiance of the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jin Dong shone like celestial flames in the void, drawing all attention toward them.

No one could look away. No one could think of anything else.