Chapter 152: with translation of chapter title

A gentle breeze blew, the clouds rolled and unfurled.

Old Ancestor Gu Taichu glanced at the twelve people floating unconscious behind him, withdrew his spell, and stepped back, saying: "You……"

This person attacked with just a thread of spiritual sense and knocked out eleven Nascent Soul Middle Stage experts and above, as well as one Golden Core Great Completion False Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even someone like him at the Void God Later Stage could not possibly do that.

This person before me has cultivation that reaches the heavens; he has likely already exceeded the Void God!

Pangzi stood with his hands behind his back, his face showing no expression, and said: "You kill the demon; that child is someone I raised—let him go!"

Gu Taichu breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his fists in salute, and said: "May I ask... senior, what is your name?"

There are hardly any cultivators who have surpassed the Void God Stage even in Dongyu.

Thus line 【6】 translation: "Pangzi stood with his hands behind his back, his face showing no expression as he said: 'Kill the demon, you; that child is someone I raised—let him go!'"

Pangzi still showed no change in expression: "Who I am doesn't matter; you need to listen carefully to what I say."

Gu Taichu took a deep breath: "Junior has heard you, but... senior, you understand the Dao and partake in creation, your cultivation reaches the heavens, you should know karma— that child himself is irrelevant, letting him go is no problem,"

But at this moment the ancient demon has already noticed; missing the best chance to kill him, letting the child go is equivalent to letting the ancient demon go; if you senior forcibly block him, this karmic debt— who will bear it?

Pangzi said calmly: "It will be borne by my disciple Qi Xuan Yuan."

"Qi Xuan Yuan..."

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Gu Taichu pondered for a moment, then lifted his head with a look of horror: "Grand Elder of the Divine Calculation Palace!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Pangzi in front of him vanished silently and without a trace.

Gu Taichu wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking, "Teacher of the Grand Elder of the Divine Calculation Palace? Where did this old immortal come from?"

Looking down through the clouds, I saw the ancient demon raising its head to look at me while still devouring the essence and spirit of cultivators from various sects, while that child slowly moved outward.

"This child's background is too deep; we cannot move—first kill this demon!"

Old Ancestor Gu Taichu's expression turned grave; he fiercely struck out with a palm, deliberately avoiding Heng Xian.

Heng Xian inched little by little to the edge of the demon horde, turned his head, and saw that Heizei was still devouring, while thousands from various sects had practically become desiccated corpses.

"Damn, that's toxic!"

"He made a move to run."

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Just then, a pressure as massive as mountains and seas descended from the sky.

In a moment of carelessness, a palm print tens of zhang in size came down.

Its force could shatter the sun and moon!

Far away, thousands of little demons exploded into bloody flesh, their bones and flesh severed, dying.

While the demon soldiers and demon masters screamed, unable to move, as if something had imprisoned them.

Heizei finally stopped devouring, looked up to the sky, and burst into loud laughter: "Finally, a decent human expert has arrived—hahaha, but it's a bit late, I'm leaving!"

With a fierce wave of his hand, countless demons and the emaciated disciples of various sects flew up to block the giant palm.

He took the opportunity to turn into a mass of demonic energy and flashed straight westward.

Just then, passing by Heng Xian's side, a face appeared in the demonic energy: "Kid, you are talented; given time you will surely become great, but you can't stay in this mortal cultivation world any longer—better follow me to the Ancient Demon Sea in the depths of the Wasteland Realm; when the demons launch their counterattack, that will be your time to rise to glory!"

"Go to hell, you'd better dodge the pursuit yourself!"

Heng Xian immediately employed the Twenty Ways of Creation Escape Technique; with his Qi Sea Realm Sixfold strength peaking, he ran faster than a rabbit and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Heizei stared for a moment, looked back at the sky over Sang Guo's capital, and saw a terrifying figure already locked onto him; he could only flicker and disappear in place.

Old Ancestor Gu Taichu emerged from the clouds, shouted a curse, and chased on clouds, covering dozens of li in an instant.

"Boom——"

West of Sang Guo, thousands of li of mountains and great rivers collapsed and flowed backward in places.

Dark clouds rolled, fierce winds howled, millions of acres of fertile land were utterly destroyed, and hundreds of millions of acres of mountains and forests turned into ruins.

The terrifying Immortal Calamity Phenomenon lasted an entire night.

Only when the next day dawned did the Immortal Calamity Phenomenon disappear; countless commoners and officials performed grand rites of worship, wailing loudly.

Old Ancestor Gu Taichu reappeared from the clouds, hands behind his back, watching the distant, disheveled Heizei flee, furrowed his brow slightly, sent out a few jade-slip messages over a thousand li, and then immediately returned to Sang Guo's capital.

At this point, the vast Sang Guo Capital had completely turned into ruins; atop the collapsed buildings lay piles of demon corpses, the emaciated corpses of disciples from various sects, and the miserable corpses of officials and nobles……

Few survivors remained.

True Person Zhenjing and several Nascent Soul experts had awakened, standing dazedly in the ruins' high air, besides being confused, still confused.

Seeing Old Ancestor Gu Taichu approach from afar, they involuntarily went forward to meet him, clasped their fists in salute, and said: "Old Ancestor, this……"

Old Ancestor Gu Taichu understood their doubts, pondered a bit, saying, "This matter concerns the Grand Elder of the Divine Calculation Palace; I cannot go into detail with them: 'Along the way, some changes occurred; that ancient demon, relying on its true Jiao Dragon form, with thick skin and tough flesh, is hard to kill; it has already fled west; I have notified fellow cultivators along the route to intercept,'"

"'If we can kill it, we kill it; if we cannot, we will exile it to the depths of the Wasteland Realm; I will then confer with the experts of the South, North, and West Three Regions to re-discuss the sealing.'"

Zhenjing and the white-haired elder, together with the group, all bowed: "Yes!"

Gu Taichu flicked his sleeves, pointed downward, and said: "How is this city?"

The white-haired elder replied: "Besides Taiyi Long and a dozen or so other children who fortunately survived, the disciples of various sects suffered 5,137 fatalities, and the native population of Sang Guo lost over 1.8 million lives!"

Gu Taichu sighed: "Alas! You must handle this properly."

"Having said that, he vanished without a trace."

Upon reappearing, he was already a hundred li away; he suddenly paused, looked back, and muttered: "Right, that child……"

He shook his head again: "Forget it; with such a deep background, surely there are arrangements; still, I should go find the Grand Elder of the Divine Calculation Palace to get to the bottom of this!"

"The Divine Calculation Palace is located at the southernmost tip of Dongyu, on Xuanji Mountain, atop Divine Calculation Peak."

The peak's summit bears snow that never melts for ten thousand years, a continuous ten-li Ice Palace, gorgeous and magnificent yet not lacking the aura of immortals.

Disciples of the Divine Calculation Palace cultivate here.

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"The Divine Calculation Palace is located at the southernmost tip of Dongyu, on Xuanji Mountain, atop Divine Calculation Peak."

The peak's summit bears snow that never melts for ten thousand years, a continuous ten-li Ice Palace, gorgeous and magnificent yet not lacking the aura of immortals.

Disciples of the Divine Calculation Palace cultivate here.

At the northernmost point of the Ten-li Ice Palace lies an Eight Trigrams Ice Ridge; at this moment, beneath the ice layer is a nine-story pagoda, at whose base sits cross-legged an old man with white hair and beard.

Originally the aura was magnificent and the breath long, but at this moment his true body trembled, he suddenly opened his eyes, and spat out a mouthful of old blood,

Immediately his face filled with grievance, fear and unease, he looked up to the sky and shouted angrily:

"Master, oh Master, I have followed you for a full eight hundred years, serving tea and water, enduring wind and dew; though I have no merit, I have suffered hardship!"

"Even a dog would at least earn a bit of your affection; you have undergone mundane enlightenment, so why disturb this disciple's attempt to glimpse heavenly secrets?"

"This isn't the first time! My lifespan is limited, what exactly do you want from me, old one?"

Saying this with an angry roar.

The roar passed through the ice layer, spreading throughout the entire Divine Calculation Peak.

"Grandmaster!"

"Grand Elder!"

"Grand Uncle-master!"

"Ancestor!"

At this moment, all disciples of the Divine Calculation Palace panicked and rushed toward the "Eight Trigrams Ice Ridge".

However, when they arrived, the roar had already ceased.

The head of the Divine Calculation Palace cautiously approached above the ice tower, knelt and kowtowed: "Grandmaster, what has happened?"

From beneath the ice came the low voice of the Divine Calculation Palace Grand Elder: "Changes stir in the Eastern Wasteland; the demon clan will likely launch a counterattack soon—order the disciples to descend the mountain and seek Fate Opportunity!"

The head replied carefully: "Yes!"

From beneath the ice the Grand Elder's voice continued: "Daoist Gu Taichun of the Eastern Emperor Palace has come; receive him on my behalf and tell him I have been observing the game of chess in the Withered Mystery Hall for three years, awaiting my emergence from seclusion!"

The head nodded respectfully: "Disciple understands!"

(End of chapter)