Chapter 979: Divine Mountain Tide

Among those who came to Piaomiao Mountain were not only hundreds of Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivators, but also several scattered immortals.

He Pingsheng slew three of them in one breath.

The other two Dragon Clan scattered immortals left; only two remained on the scene.

These two glanced at He Pingsheng, then at the others, dared not enter Piaomiao Mountain, and soon found excuses to depart as well.

In effect, all the scattered immortals were gone at once!

“Comrade He!”

“Senior He!”

“We pay homage to the Human Emperor Lord!”

Many hurried over to bow and praise He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng merely waved his hand indifferently, offering no further exchange.

Only the Wu Clan’s Gu Miaochen managed to sit across from He Pingsheng.

“Thank you, Brother Gu, for your assistance—I am deeply grateful!” He Pingsheng bowed to Gu Miaochen.

“Is that so?” Gu Miaochen sneered coldly. “Why do I feel like a fool?”

It was no wonder Gu Miaochen felt this way.

I was genuinely worried for you, I stepped in to help you, even wasted two Earth Mother Blood Pills!

And what happened?

You didn’t need my help at all!

You were acting!

Hmph…

Gu Miaochen was furious inside; she felt she had been tricked by He Pingsheng.

“I apologize for making you feel this way!” He Pingsheng quickly apologized. “But I never intended to conceal anything from you—please understand and forgive me!”

“Hmph!” Gu Miaochen snorted. “Fine, I, a great one, won’t hold a petty grudge!”

“After we enter Piaomiao Mountain, if you find something valuable, don’t forget to give me a share!”

He Pingsheng suddenly remembered and pulled one of the rings from the three scattered immortals, handing it to Gu Miaochen. “Brother Gu, take this… Sorry, I forgot—this isn’t about hoarding it all!”

“Oh…” Gu Miaochen took the ring and beamed with delight. “Now that’s more like it. Fine, I forgive you!”

He Pingsheng asked: “How long until the Divine Mountain opens?”

He Pingsheng finally had time to examine the Divine Mountain before him!

To the naked eye, the mountain before him appeared as a majestic mountain range.

What lay atop the range, however, was invisible.

Even spiritual sense could not penetrate it, for something immensely powerful atop the Divine Mountain barred all spiritual sense from entering.

Gu Miaochen said: “I don’t know… but it should be soon!”

“I’ve read ancient texts. They record that only when the Jiazi Heavenly Blind fully opens and the Dao’s rules vanish entirely will Piaomiao Mountain fully open.”

“But at that very instant, the aura hidden atop the Divine Mountain for six hundred thousand years will burst forth in a single surge.”

“You must be careful then—don’t get blown away by the wind!”

He Pingsheng glanced at Gu Miaochen, clad in a pale moon-white robe, slender and graceful, and said coolly: “If I get blown away, it’s fine—but you’d better watch your skirt doesn’t fly up in that divine wind!”

“You—” Gu Miaochen’s face flushed red. “You’re shameless, aren’t you?”

He Pingsheng’s expression turned solemn. “This is the most respectable thing to say—and you too!”

He Pingsheng turned to his disciple Luo Bingyao. “You must be careful too!”

“Yes, yes!” Luo Bingyao giggled. “Thank you, Master, I’ll hold it tight!”

As they spoke, another red light flashed across the void.

The human scattered immortal Hong Luo Nu had finally arrived.

“We pay homage to the Senior!”

“We pay homage to the Senior!”

Almost everyone rose to bow to Hong Luo Nu, following He Pingsheng’s lead.

Hong Luo Nu glanced around, frowning slightly. “Strange… Piaomiao Mountain has opened—where are those old ones?”

“Why hasn’t a single one come?”

“I understand the two Dragon Clan didn’t come—they’ve withdrawn from the Spirit Realm’s conflicts—but Yuan Lu and Shen Mang should be here!”

Hong Luo Nu looked puzzled.

At that moment, nearly everyone turned to look at He Pingsheng.

Hong Luo Nu seemed to realize something, spun back to gaze at the spot where He Pingsheng had fought, then looked at him again: “I just sensed the aura of Five True Dragon Fist here—did you strike?”

He Pingsheng nodded. “Yes.”

Hong Luo Nu said nothing, only fixed her gaze upon He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng could no longer hide it. He took a deep breath. “Feng Xian tried to kill me. When she failed alone, she allied with Yuan Lu and Shen Mang—they ambushed me together.”

“I didn’t hold back—I killed all three.”

Hong Luo Nu drew a deep breath.

He Pingsheng added: “The other two scattered immortals left too—so now, there are none left here.”

Hong Luo Nu nodded. “According to my knowledge, there are only a handful of scattered immortals in this world. You slew three at once—that’s a meritorious deed.”

“After all, the Spirit Realm doesn’t need so many scattered immortals.”

At that moment, a bell rang from afar atop the Divine Mountain.

Dong…

The bell’s tone was deep and resonant.

Its penetration was extraordinary.

After the first chime faded, a second rang out.

Then!

A third!

A fourth!

A fifth!

The bells rang vast and ever more prolonged.

Ever deeper.

Ever louder.

Finally, twelve chimes sounded.

At the twelfth, all the bell tones converged and erupted outward from the unseen peak of the mountain range.

Gu Miaochen cried out: “The Divine Mountain Tide has come—everyone, hold fast!”

No sooner had she spoken than a visible ripple of storm surged down from the mountain, spreading outward.

It was no ordinary wind—it was the force of countless celestial runes and divine aura.

When the force reached the cultivators, nearly all activated their defenses.

But it was useless!

One by one, the cultivators were blown away.

No matter if they were Mahayana Emperor Realm or not.

“Ah…” Even the genius Luo Bingyao was swept clean out of sight by the gale.

“Damn it!” Gu Miaochen clamped her skirt tightly with her left hand and blasted power from her right, trying to break through the storm’s barrier.

He Pingsheng smiled. “Now do you believe me?”

“You—” Gu Miaochen, barely holding on, was thrown off balance by his words and suddenly blown away.

Only He Pingsheng and Hong Luo Nu remained at the foot of the Divine Mountain.

All other Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivators had been blown ten thousand li away.

Hong Luo Nu’s robes snapped in the wind. She stared at the towering mountain ahead. “The Jiazi Heavenly Blind has begun!”

“But this mountain isn’t large—no need for a full Jiazi cycle; I’d guess we can search it all in less than a month!”

“He Pingsheng, why aren’t you moving yet?”

“First come, first served—spiritual sense seems usable again!”

He Pingsheng immediately extended his spiritual sense—and found it truly functional again.

His spiritual sense swept across, and the entire Piaomiao Mountain lay bare.