Chapter 632: The Creation of the Immortal Emperor’s Pupil

Xu You’s words, though laced with sarcasm, did not bother Zhang Buku—he had long grown used to it. He knew that without Xu You’s support, he wouldn’t have made it this far.

At crucial moments, Xu You was always reliable. He had saved Zhang Buku from dire situations multiple times, forging a bond of absolute trust between them.

“Then let’s fight for the immortal position!”

Zhang Buku gazed at Xu You, speaking with rare seriousness.

But deep down, his thoughts were elsewhere—on two specific people.

If he could achieve immortality, he might finally find Gu Shishu and Li Ya. When that time came, how would they react upon seeing him as an immortal?

This thought ignited his fighting spirit, his eyes burning with determination.

Seeing Zhang Buku’s sudden enthusiasm, Xu You sighed inwardly. This guy was truly impossible to figure out.

…

At the end of the year, Gu An stood at the edge of a cliff, watching as Heavenly Spirit God and Tian Hao vanished through the boundary gate amid the falling snow.

Gu An could tell that their journey was proceeding smoothly, but once they reached the Ethereal Immortal Court, the threads of cause and effect became unreadable. This meant that the Ethereal Immortal Court concealed an unfathomable power.

That was a good thing. Right now, he needed the Ethereal Immortal Court to be as strong as possible.

Moreover, Gu An believed that even if Tian Hao was being targeted, he wouldn’t die. Whether it was Xuan Su Immortal Lord or Tai Yi Immortal Lord, they didn’t seem to be sending people to kill Tian Hao. It was more likely that they wanted to capture him.

Just like Jin Dong’s Seventy-Two Immortals—when they discovered Tian Hao, they hadn’t struck him down with overwhelming force. Instead, they had even taken the time to talk.

“Hao’er, just what is your true origin?”

Gu An’s gaze deepened as his thoughts stretched further.

Who had sent An Hao to the Ziwei Immortal Palace?

Why had they sent An Hao to escape the control of the Heavenly Court?

Even with his cultivation at the peak of the Wondrous Truth Grand Luo Immortal Realm, there were still things he couldn’t see through.

But he wasn’t troubled by it. He had a way to solve his current confusion.

He just needed to break through!

As long as he became strong enough, he would be able to pierce through the fog before him.

Gu An stood there for a while, then turned and walked down the mountain. The falling snow quickly swallowed his figure, and even the footprints he left behind were soon erased without a trace.

Time was like this snowfall—it would eventually erase all marks left upon the world.

Given enough time, even the greatest and most magnificent things would fade away.

Ten years later.

An Xin followed Gu An as they walked along the ridge of a mountain. The setting sun stretched their shadows long across the ground.

“Master, don’t lie to me. We’re still on the Nine Spirits Continent—how is this the place Tian Hao wanted to go? You aren’t just speaking metaphorically, are you? Are you trying to teach me some profound life lesson through this?”

An Xin couldn’t help but ask, her face full of suspicion.

If that was truly the case, then she would…

Forget it.

Since he was her master, she would just have to endure it.

Gu An chuckled. “Why so impatient? Use your Immortal Emperor’s Pupil to sense it.”

Hearing this, An Xin immediately activated her Immortal Emperor’s Pupil. Her pupils turned a deep violet, and the world in her vision changed.

She realized that they were not in the mountains of the Nine Spirits Continent at all, but rather within a mysterious void of the universe. A stream of gray energy flowed toward them from the front. As she carefully examined it, she realized—it was Dao Qi!

She was completely stunned, instantly becoming focused as she carefully sensed the Dao Qi along their path.

What was happening?

Was this an illusion technique?

Or had she truly entered another place?

An Xin looked at Gu An’s back, filled with curiosity.

Gu An continued walking leisurely, as if he were merely strolling along a mountainside. His steps didn’t seem like they were treading on empty space at all.

Moreover, An Xin felt a strong sense of kinship from Gu An. Without even guessing, she knew—it was the resonance of their Immortal Emperor’s Pupil.

Her master had passed this divine ability down to her, which meant he had naturally cultivated it himself.

As she compared herself to him, she realized that her Immortal Emperor’s Pupil was far weaker than her master’s.

The gap was immeasurable.

If she had to face her master’s Immortal Emperor’s Pupil, she feared she wouldn’t even have the courage to resist. That aura was simply too vast, making her feel insignificant in comparison.

"My disciples are many. They have inherited different legacies from me. But the Immortal Emperor’s Pupil, I have passed on to only you. Not only because this divine ability is incredibly difficult to cultivate, but also because you are the one I have the most faith in. Honestly, I think you are my most outstanding disciple. One day, you will astonish the world."

Gu An’s voice drifted from ahead. His tone was casual, yet his words carried a weight that left An Xin utterly stunned.

Despite having followed Gu An for eighty-eight thousand years, this was the first time she had ever heard such an evaluation from him.

Whether it was An Hao, Yang Jian, or the current prodigies like Tian Yao’er, the Blood Prison Saint, Lu Xian, and Chen Chuan—too many geniuses had emerged under her master’s guidance. She had never dared to dream that she would be the one he placed the most faith in.

A surge of unprecedented joy and emotion welled up inside her, forming into a strange and profound force. It resonated with her Immortal Emperor’s Pupil, triggering an unexpected transformation.

Strands of violet energy seeped from her Immortal Emperor’s Pupil, curling around her eyes and etching themselves into her skin as eerie violet Dao markings.

Though Gu An did not turn back, the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

An Xin’s Immortal Emperor’s Pupil had evolved!

This transformation was not merely triggered by Gu An’s words—those words were merely the catalyst. The real cause was the Dao Intent that surrounded them.

At this moment, they were walking on the Path of the Grand Dao, surrounded by boundless Dao Intent.

The Path of the Grand Dao was vast and immeasurable. It was not a tangible realm, but a state of existence beyond conventional reality. Gu An was using the Pathless Heaven-Net Step to traverse the endless void of the Path of the Grand Dao, a place where no one could perceive them.

But this path was perilous—one misstep, and even the most powerful being would be annihilated in an instant.

An Xin was unaware of the fortune she had stumbled into. She could only sense the changes within herself, which made her even more grateful to her master.

Time seemed to stand still as An Xin gradually lost herself in enlightenment.

Her Immortal Emperor’s Pupil showed her countless visions—scenes that shattered her understanding of reality.

Within an endless darkness, an immense explosion erupted, birthing an entire universe. Countless shards of stone scattered through the void, transforming into myriad worlds. And within those worlds, life began to flourish.

She witnessed the origin and destruction of countless beings, the clash of Dao, the formation of the laws that governed heaven and earth. She even saw a terrifying figure standing at the heart of that primordial explosion, its back turned to all existence.

So many visions assaulted her senses that she could hardly process them all.

Yet, in the midst of this overwhelming revelation, she was absorbing a strange power.

A power that came from the Dao!

The idea of drawing power from something that seemed like a mere illusion was unfathomable—even to An Xin herself.

She realized she did not yet fully understand the true nature of her Immortal Emperor’s Pupil.

Perhaps the reason her master regarded her so highly was not because of her talent, but because she had successfully cultivated the Immortal Emperor’s Pupil.

"Master once said that different people’s Immortal Emperor’s Pupil manifest different divine abilities, each possessing unfathomable mysteries. Maybe… my Immortal Emperor’s Pupil doesn’t just absorb power for my own use…"

As she pondered this, she continued to immerse herself in the transformation taking place within her.

She had no idea how much time had passed—it could have been a day or two, or it could have been thousands, even tens of thousands of years.

Then, suddenly—

An Xin snapped back to reality.

She staggered forward, nearly colliding into Gu An. Just as she was about to lose her balance, Gu An calmly extended his right index finger, pressing it lightly against her forehead, steadying her.

"We've arrived."

Gu An smiled at An Xin.

Still dazed, An Xin instinctively looked around.

They stood in the midst of a dazzling starry expanse. No matter which direction she turned, there were countless celestial bodies, vast galaxies, and enormous, irregularly shaped nebulae. The sheer beauty of the scene was so surreal that it felt almost unreal.

Still caught up in the profound enlightenment of her Immortal Emperor’s Pupil, An Xin felt a fleeting sense of loss. She subconsciously asked, "Where is this place?"

Gu An gazed into the distance and replied, "The Ethereal Immortal Court. From now on, your senior brother will cultivate here. Perhaps, one day, he will achieve immortality in this place."

An Xin’s eyes widened in shock, fully snapping out of her daze. She asked curiously, "Are the immortals and gods truly residing here?"

Gu An shook his head. "No. But this is a place where immortals and gods were once born."

Just as his words fell, a brilliant streak of light shot toward them from the depths of the starry sky.

It was a cultivator—his aura transcendent, his presence ethereal, like a celestial being. Treasures hovered around his form, radiating an undeniable air of supremacy. He was moving at an astonishing speed.

Then, without warning, he came to an abrupt stop.

His body froze in place, his eyes widened in shock, and his entire form trembled slightly.

An Xin found the scene strange and was just about to speak when—

Her eyes went wide in horror.

Behind the cultivator, a towering figure materialized out of nowhere.

Shrouded in black flames, the figure stood over a hundred zhang tall, its sheer presence like an unmovable mountain.

The black flame entity held its right hand slightly raised, its index finger pressed against the cultivator’s skull.