Chapter 142

Outside the Primordial Forbidden Zone.

The once untouched primitive forest is now bustling like a market.

In the sky, banners blot out the sun, and war chariots rumble.

The golden war chariot pulled by nine flood dragons tramples the heavens; that is the army of Zhongzhou's Immortal Dynasty.

Stepping on purple qi and bearing a divine sword, the youthful heaven's pride stands proudly on the clouds; that is the Holy Son of the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land.

Moreover, an old monk rides a five-colored divine ox, his body surrounded by Buddhist light, having come step by step from the Western Desert, kowtowing all the way.

Everyone's gaze is fixed on the direction of the forbidden zone, filled with greed, longing, and awe.

Amidst the attention of all.

Two figures slowly descended from a low hill outside the forbidden zone.

One old, one young.

The old one wore a washed-out white cyan Daoist robe, his hair and beard white, looking like a destitute Daoist commonly seen in the mundane world, with no trace of spiritual power detectable.

The young one, however, is extraordinarily handsome, dressed in splendid fine clothes, possessing a noble bearing.

But looking at his cultivation……

"Sea of Wheels? No, Dao Palace? Not that either…"

A white-haired elder of the holy land opened his heavenly eye, staring fixedly at Gu Yuan, his brows knotted into the character 'chuan'.

"This brat's aura is strange; it seems divine power flows within him, yet it is utterly different from our cultivation system. Judging by its strength… at most he's a minor cultivator of the Four Poles Secret Realm."

Four Poles Secret Realm.

In an era where saints do not appear and great powers dominate, the Four Poles Secret Realm is merely the level of a young generation's heaven's pride.

As for that old man……

Everyone directly ignored him.

Return to simplicity and truth?

Cut it out; with so many Great Adepts present, a Holy Lord, and even an old immortal holding an Imperial Armament, who wouldn't see through a mortal?

This old man shows not a trace of cultivation; he is clearly a mortal on his deathbed!

"What's going on? Where is the entrance to the Road to Immortality?"

"That earth-shaking fluctuation just now clearly came from here!"

"Could it be these two?"

"Impossible! A mortal old man and a little kid from the Four‑Extremes Secret Realm could trigger the imperial troops' lament? It's simply the biggest joke under heaven!"

In the crowd, discussion erupted, and a feeling of disappointment spread.

They mustered forces and arrived, even taking off their trousers… cough, they brought out their artifacts, and this is what they show them?

"Hey, old man over there!"

A burly man in crimson battle armor, hot‑tempered, could no longer hold back.

He is a Grand Elder of Fire‑Cloud Cave, with half‑step Great Achievement cultivation.

Converted to the scale of the Primordial Immortal Realm, he hasn't even reached the 14th stage.

Gu Yuan and the others glanced at it and immediately lost interest.

Yet this man, lacking any discernment, looked down from above and pointed at Gu Cangsheng, demanding, "What just happened here? Did you see any rare treasure appear? Or any spatial rift open?"

Gu Cangsheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the locals with genuine interest.

Hearing someone call out, he leisurely lifted his eyelids and gave the burly man a glance.

"Didn't see."

Three words, the utmost perfunctory.

"How dare you!"

The burly man flared with anger,

"It is your honor that I ask you a question! You old thing, how dare you be so dismissive! I think you wouldn't even shed a tear at a coffin!"

Speaking so, he raised his hand to deliver a slap.

It is a cultivator's unquestionable right to kill a mortal.

"Hold on!"

At that moment, a voice full of authority rang out.

An elder clad in a Star‑Path robe, surrounded by one hundred and eight halos, stepped forward from the crowd.

Grand Elder of the Yao Guang Sacred Land.

He did not look at Gu Cangsheng, but fixed his murky yet radiant eyes squarely on Gu Yuan.

Just now, at the instant the burly man was about to strike,

he keenly sensed that this youth emitted a trace… an extremely faint, yet soul‑shaking aura.

It was… immortal qi!

The immortal body, though deliberately suppressed by Gu Yuan, in this world of broken laws is like a firefly in the night— even a single strand shines brightly.

"This constitution…"

The Yao Guang Elder's breathing suddenly quickened.

He has lived two thousand years, has seen countless people, and has encountered many divine and king bodies.

But he has never encountered a physique that gives him this feeling.

It seemed that a single sip of the youth's blood could extend one's life by a hundred years!

If he doesn't consume him, even merely taking him back to forge a great elixir, or to possess his body…

Greed, like wild grass, grew madly in his heart.

"You, little friend."

Elder Yao Guang forced a self‑satisfied, kindly smile onto his face, ignored Gu Cangsheng beside him, and spoke directly to Gu Yuan:

"I, old man, find your bones astonishing; a flash of celestial light bursts from your heavenly spirit, marking you as a one‑in‑ten‑thousand cultivation prodigy."

"Being with that mundane old man is truly a waste of such a treasure."

"Why not come with me back to the Yao Guang Sacred Land? I will take you as a closed‑gate disciple, teach you the supreme holy method, and help you become a Dao‑proving Emperor. What say you?"

The remark made the entire audience gasp.

The strongmen of every major faction aren't fools; upon seeing Elder Yao Guang's demeanor, they instantly caught on!

This youth harbors a great secret!

In the crowd, an elder clad in a purple‑gold Dao robe, his beard and hair all white, suddenly shot two sharp beams from his eyes, staring intently at Gu Yuan.

He is the Supreme Elder of the Tai Chu Sacred Land, whose cultivation has already reached the Half‑Saint realm.

Elder Yao Guang also pointed out that, sparing no secret technique, he finally discerned.

Within that youthful body, every inch of flesh and blood contains a heart‑pounding life essence; the bones are crystal‑clear like jade, and as the blood flows, the great Dao's resonant tones echo.

"This is… a special constitution! Moreover, a once‑in‑millennia unparalleled celestial body!"

Elder Tai Chu's voice trembled.

In this age where the great Dao suppresses the final law, one's constitution is the ticket to cultivation.

An ultimate treasure body means that even without much training, one can easily crush peers and even harbor hopes of becoming a Dao‑proving Emperor!

"Celestial sprout! This is the heavenly sprout bestowed upon my Tai Chu Sacred Land!"

Not only him.

The Ji Family, the Jiang Family… the strongmen of all major factions present all realized this at this moment.

They had thought the path to immortality was opening, but instead of a celestial road they saw a living, humanoid elixir!

"Little friend!"

Elder Tai Chu's face was plastered with a self‑perceived kindly smile, yet his murky old eyes glittered with undeniable dominance.

"I am the Supreme Elder of the Tai Chu Sacred Land; you are fated to my Tai Chu Sacred Land. Why not follow me back to the Sacred Land, how about it?"

Though spoken as a suggestion, that Half‑Saint's imposing pressure had already silently sealed off all of Gu Yuan's escape routes.

"Old Ghost of Tai Chu, have you any shame!"

A loud shout rang out.

A middle‑aged man surrounded by one hundred and eight divine rings rode a war chariot forward; he was the Holy Lord of the Yao Guang Sacred Land.

"This youth is clearly fated to my Yao Guang Sacred Land! Little friend, come to Yao Guang, and the position of Holy Son shall be yours! The Holy Maiden may also become your Dao companion!"

"Go, go, go! You hypocritical scoundrels! Little friend, come to my Jiang Family…"

For a moment, the previously tense atmosphere shifted.

The quest for the path to immortality turned into a scramble for the prodigy summit.

Gu Yuan, the object of everyone's scramble, now wore a strange expression as he looked at the crowd.

He turned his head toward his grandfather and whispered, "Grandfather, the script seems off. Weren't they supposed to mock us first and then get slapped? How did they jump straight to snatching me?"

Gu Cangsheng rolled his eyes, "Because you're so fragrant; in their eyes, you're a walking giant pill, and they all want to use you for alchemy, to extend life."

What cultivation does he have?

Half‑step Celestial King.

He has lived for several million years.

How could he not see through these people's thoughts?

"Then how should that grandson…"

"What do you think?"

Gu Cangsheng's attitude was clear.

Gu Yuan also understood.

Among the Gu Family, what they despise most are those who treat lives as weeds and constantly think of using people for alchemy.

What difference is there between such people and the Forbidden‑Zone Supreme Lords who, for longevity, unleash dark turmoil and blood‑sacrifice billions of lives?

In Gu Yuan's view, there is no real difference.

All should die!