Chapter 693: Five Hundred Thousand Years in the Mortal Realm

The Heavenly Troops’ attack on Heaven-Stabilizing God didn’t bring Gu An any trouble. With his help, Xuanmiao Zhenren successfully took over the Demon God's body, though he still needed time to adapt.

Life returned to peace once again.

After witnessing the might of As a God That Calms the World, An Zizai became utterly exhilarated and began cultivating with unprecedented dedication—more diligent than anyone.

Time flew by like a fleeting white steed across a crack.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred thousand years had passed.

The Mortal Realm entered an unprecedented golden age. The hundred sects of the mortal world all established branches beyond the heavens, exploring the void and the domains of nihility.

The number of Free Immortals had doubled. Most of them were born after the reshaping of heaven and earth and were all absolute prodigies.

Within the Wushi Dao Field, the second-generation disciples had reached astonishing heights—some had attained the Free Immortal Realm and could take charge independently, while even the weakest among them had become Divine Thought True Immortals.

The third generation had grown by four more disciples. Ranked by seniority from eldest to youngest, they were: Lu Zidao, disciple of Tian Yao’er; Zhou Yu, disciple of Jiang Shi; Jiang Lan, second disciple of An Xin; and Shangguan Xian’er, disciple of Tianqing.

Even the weakest among them, Shangguan Xian’er, had already reached the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal Realm.

The senior disciple of the third generation, An Zizai, had already attained the cultivation of the Dao Void Profound Immortal Realm.

All of these third-generation disciples chose to remain at the Wushi Dao Field to cultivate. However, none of them were direct disciples of Gu An.

That day, at noon—

Gu An lay resting beneath a tree, casually checking his status panel.

【Name: Gu An】

【Lifespan: 1,067,509 / 76,680,956,221,303】

【Physique: Hunyuan Dao-Creating Physique】

【Cultivation: Dao Extreme Grand Luo Immortal Realm – Perfected】

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He was already a million-year-old undying being, and his lifespan had reached seventy-six trillion six hundred eighty billion nine hundred fifty-six million two hundred twenty-one thousand three hundred and three years!

Every time he looked at his age, Gu An would sigh with emotion.

Time truly spares no one.

Looking back, what brought him the most satisfaction wasn’t his cultivation—it was the fact that all those he cared about were still doing well.

Li Ya, Wu Jue, and Yang Jian had already become Free Immortals. Though not the strongest in the Mortal Realm, they were still considered top-tier experts. Wherever they went, they held significant influence—even the hundred sects of the mortal world would treat them with great respect.

Other old friends like Jiang Qiong, Li Xuandao, and Xuan Tianyi were all doing quite well. Even those he hadn’t contacted in ages—Lu Lingjun, Gu Yu, Zuo Lin, You Yingying—had all received his secret help and lived brilliant lives in their own way.

Some people had drifted apart over time, but Gu An didn’t feel any regret. He continued to watch over them from afar—it was one of the quiet pleasures of his otherwise uneventful days.

“Grandmaster, come look at the book I wrote!”

A sweet and pleasant voice called out beside him. A girl in a flowing white dress, beautiful as an immortal, gracefully floated over like a startled swan and landed by his side.

It was none other than Shangguan Xian’er, disciple of Tianqing.

Among the third-generation disciples, she was the one who interacted most with Gu An. Not because she was the only female disciple—but because she shared a similar interest with Gu An.

And that interest came from Shen Zhen.

Every time Shangguan Xian’er came to see him, Gu An would sigh inwardly.

That damned Shen Zhen—what had she turned his obedient grand-disciple into?

And Tianqing too—she’d gotten bored of teaching her within less than a thousand years and completely ignored her disciple afterward.

Shangguan Xian’er squatted down and handed him the book, her delicate and pretty face full of eager anticipation.

Gu An glanced at An Xin, who was meditating not far away. He tucked the book into his robe and cleared his throat. “I’ll read it later. You should head back and stop disturbing your master uncle’s cultivation.”

Shangguan Xian’er glanced toward An Xin. She held deep reverence for An Xin—among everyone in Wushi Dao Field, the one she feared most was An Xin.

Seeing An Xin still meditating, Shangguan Xian’er turned back to Gu An, lowered her voice mysteriously, and said, “Grandmaster, Qiankun Sect is about to go to war with Dao Court because of Yuan Luo. The news is reliable!”

Yuan Luo and Zhao Rushen had formed a grudge early on. Both were once the top prodigies of their respective sects, and now both held significant authority. That power gave them confidence—whenever they crossed paths, their conflict only intensified.

“What’s it got to do with you?”

Gu An replied casually. In truth, he had already foreseen the final outcome of this conflict.

Before Yuan Luo’s birth, the Tianhong Emperor would have executed Zhao Rushen, and Dao Court would have fallen into decline, eventually vanishing from history.

Now that Yuan Luo had taken the Tianhong Emperor’s place, a war between Qiankun Sect and Dao Court was inevitable. And it wouldn’t just be Qiankun Sect—eventually, the hundred sects of the mortal world would join forces to topple the millennia-old world order.

Already, many high-level cultivators from other sects had begun secretly allying themselves with Yuan Luo.

Those twenty prodigies from the Undefeated Imperial Clan had grown up. Born into an imperial bloodline, they were naturally combative and had long wanted to overthrow Dao Court. Now that they were close with Yuan Luo, they had become his powerful supporters.

Even without those twenty prodigies, Dao Court was destined to collapse. It was fate—no force could reign supreme in the mortal realm forever. So Gu An hadn’t interfered with the Undefeated Clan’s youth.

But the changes he’d brought weren’t the only ones. Over the last five hundred thousand years, more than a thousand beings from other Great Thousand Worlds had descended—each one powerful and extraordinary.

Heavenly Spirit God hadn’t stopped them either. After all, many people from the Heavenly Spirit Great World had also ventured out through the realm gates to explore.

With more and more variables arising, even Profound Orifgin Free Immortals and Dao Repository Free Immortals in the mortal world could no longer predict the future. That left Dao Court in growing internal turmoil.

However, Gu An could still clearly see the threads of fate within the Heavenly Spirit Great World. As soon as something changed, a new strand of destiny would appear before his eyes. If he concentrated, he could even foresee the branching paths these variables would lead to.

“That’s Dao Court we’re talking about! The strongest sect in the world—no, even in the outer heavens, it’s unmatched! If Qiankun Sect really goes to war with them, wouldn’t it affect us at Wushi too?”

Shangguan Xian’er spoke with excitement and anticipation in her tone.

Among the third-generation disciples, apart from An Zizai, the others only knew Gu An was strong, but didn’t understand just how strong. The second-generation disciples deliberately kept quiet about Gu An’s invincibility to stop them from getting cocky.

Gu An stood up lazily and said, “Maybe. So all the more reason you should be training harder. With your current cultivation, you’d be cannon fodder against Dao Court.”

He patted his chest, a bit curious now about the book Shangguan Xian’er had written.

On purpose, he hadn’t divined anything about it. That way, it felt more mysterious.

Objectively speaking, Shangguan Xian’er’s characterization and environmental descriptions were top-notch—her literary skill was outstanding. She just didn’t have Shen Zhen’s creativity.

Shangguan Xian’er huffed and said, “I’ve already mastered the basics of the Three Thousand Dao-Slaying Sword. Don’t underestimate me—I might actually stand a chance in battle!”

“Oh please, you call that swordplay the Three Thousand Dao-Slaying Sword?”

“Grandmaster, you’ve gone too far!”

“Forget your swordplay—your master’s swordplay isn’t any better. Neither of you have the slightest gift for swordsmanship!”

Gu An deliberately mocked Shangguan Xian’er, making her face flush with frustration.

Unlike how he encouraged the second-generation disciples, Gu An enjoyed teasing the third-generation. He just liked seeing his grand-disciples get flustered.

He knew it made him a bit wicked, but he couldn’t help himself. Whenever he saw them, the urge to poke fun always crept in.