Chapter 119

Gu Yuan's words lifted everyone's spirits.

Gu Lin Tian looked at his son, a hint of approval in his eyes: "Go on."

"This world has been tampered with."

Gu Yuan's tone was quite certain: "Moreover, it was a major tampering done with great effort."

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet, then to the dim yellow sky.

"The evil gods, ancient gods we encountered before, including these cultivators, their cultivated power appears to be the way of gods—gathering faith, condensing divinity—but in reality, that is merely a facade."

"The source of their power does not come from believers, nor from the laws of heaven and earth, but from a single, unified contaminated source."

Gu Yuan paused, then said: "If I'm not mistaken, this world was originally not supposed to be a cultivation world."

"Not a cultivation world?"

Gu Zhan scratched his big bald head, looking bewildered: "What else could it be? Could it possibly spit fireballs and throw lightning?"

Gu Yuan glanced at him and nodded: "Battle Uncle, you guessed right, that's pretty much it."

"What the heck?" Gu Zhan's eyes almost popped out.

Not only him, but even Gu Linjiang and Gu Xuan Ce, those well-informed heavenly emperors, showed strange expressions on their faces.

Fireballs? Lightning?

Isn't that something only found in mortal trickery?

"Yuan'er, you mean... sorcery?" Gu Lin Tian, being a true immortal with far broader experience than others, quickly understood Gu Yuan's meaning.

In the ancient records of the Primordial Immortal Realm, there are indeed records of some civilizations utterly different from the cultivation system.

Among them is a power system called magic.

It is said that those powerful mages can likewise burn mountains and boil seas, pluck stars and seize the moon, their might not inferior to that of immortals.

"Yes, that's magic."

Gu Yuan said firmly: "I can sense that the world's deepest law structure leans more toward... the arrangement of elements and the resonance of mental power."

"However, this original magical law has been forcibly twisted and overlaid by a more domineering, strange power, evolving over tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years."

"It's like spilling black ink all over a white sheet—though the paper remains, you can no longer see its original appearance."

Gu Yuan's words stirred up a stormy shock in everyone's hearts.

"A world of magic?"

"Forcibly transformed into a monstrous, hybrid god‑path world?"

"What a heaven‑shaking method!"

"What a vicious intent!"

"Was it that black‑robed person who did it?"

Gu Xuan Ce frowned, baffled: "Wouldn't it be simpler to just destroy a world outright? Why go to all this trouble?"

"I don't know; the feedback I got from the World Tree is only this much."

"If we continue to delve deeper, even to gain control of this world, perhaps we could learn all its secrets."

"But this contamination is too severe; Gu Yuan feels he cannot withstand it."

Gu Lin Tian's eyes grew deep, as if they could see through the galaxy:

"I think it's nothing more than a few points: outright destruction yields only ruins, whereas by slowly boiling a frog in warm water—gradually altering a world's laws and polluting its source—you can turn the entire world, together with its billions of beings, into... fruit."

"Then, when the time is ripe, swallow it all in one gulp."

"Like that Longevity Daoist?" Gu Xue Dao asked curiously.

He had followed Gu Yuan to the Profound Heaven Continent before.

Naturally, he had witnessed all of this.

"Pretty much."

"Damn it, these beasts are worse than those evil gods!" Gu Zhan swore angrily.

"Yuan'er, can you tell where the source is?" Gu Lin Tian asked.

Gu Yuan pondered for a few seconds, then finally nodded.

"At first, I didn't know."

"But after clearing the seven ancient gods, the map revealed the location."

"It lies at the very end of the entire Dusk God Realm, adjacent to the Boundary Wall."

"It's far away, and the power level there is extremely high."

Gu Yuan looked at the map's information, his expression turning grave: "Even... it might surpass a true immortal."

"Damn!"

"I knew the system was unreliable!"

"Wasn't it supposed to be only at the Heavenly Emperor level?"

"Even if a true immortal showed up, that would be fine!"

"How could something surpassing a true immortal show up!"

"An Immortal King?"

Gu Lin Tian nodded calmly.

"He had already sensed this beforehand."

"Remaking a world is beyond his capability, and presumably that black‑robed true immortal couldn't do it either."

"At the very least, it would have to be the work of an Immortal King."

"Now the problem has become thorny."

"An Immortal King–level power is already beyond what this team can easily contend with."

Even if Gu Lin Tian achieves three-in-one unity, holding the Chaos Immortal Bell, facing a true Immortal King, he would only be instantly killed.

Gu Linjiang's expression also turned solemn.

"An Immortal King‑level pollution source — we cannot possibly eliminate it; even approaching it might result in assimilation."

"Are we just going to leave it like this?"

"No."

Gu Lin Tian suddenly spoke, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"Who said we're leaving it alone?"

He gazed into the distance, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful smile.

"Just because we can't dig it out doesn't mean… we can't use it."

Everyone hearing this was stunned.

"Use?"

"How do you use an Immortal King‑level pollution source?"

"That thing not dragging you in would already be lucky."

Gu Yuan looked at his father's assured demeanor, and a bold guess suddenly arose in his mind.

"Dad, you wouldn't be thinking…"

Gu Lin Tian turned his head; father and son exchanged a smile, everything understood without words.

"Let's go, first return to the camp." Gu Lin Tian waved his hand, "Xuan Ce, Linjiang, you two, come with me; let's discuss."

"Yes!"

The three turned into streaks of light, vanishing instantly on the horizon.

Gu Zhan watched their direction, scratched his head, and asked Gu Xue Dao beside him with a bewildered face, "Hey, what riddles are the family head and the young master playing? I can't understand a word."

Gu Xue Dao gave him a cold glance and spat out two words.

"Idiot."

Having said that, he also flew away.

Only Gu Zhan remained, disheveled in the wind.

"Hey! You silent gourd, who are you calling an idiot?!"

……

On another side, the Wind Tribe, whose courage had been shattered by fear, finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the Gu Family members depart.

They sat slumped on the ground, surviving the ordeal, gasping heavily.

Immediately, gazes fell in unison on the man who still held a knife, standing beside the corpse.

Gu.

Their Guardian God.

He was also the one they themselves had pushed into the abyss.

A bold young man trembled as he rose, facing Gu's direction, forcing out a smile uglier than crying.

"Gu… Lord Gu, are you… all right?"

Gu gave no answer.

He merely lifted his head slowly, his empty eyes scanning over familiar yet strange faces.

Finally, his gaze fell on the blade stained with the corpses of the High Priest and the Third Great-uncle.

He laughed.

He laughed, a sight uglier than crying.

"From today onward."

"There will be no more Wind Tribe in the world."

"Nor will there be… Guardian God Gu."

Having said that, he fiercely drove the broken sword in his hand into the ground beneath his feet.

Then he turned around, without looking back, and pursued in the direction Gu Zhan and the others had gone.