The white-robed Saint King was…dead?!
The vast Heavenly Palace fell silent. Everyone stared at the youth standing proudly between the mirror and the firmament, shock written across every face.
This scene was beyond all expectations.
“That strike nearly reached the half-step Supreme level — how could a Great Power accomplish this?!”
Everyone was naturally stunned by the terrifying combat prowess of the Young Heavenly Emperor.
A Great Power injuring a Saint King was already incredible — let alone slaying one?
Even with a treasure like the Immortal Root, at this moment everyone still sensed the utterly irrational terrifying power radiating from Gu Changqing.
“Up to now, the Heavenly Emperor has only been cultivating for one year.”
“One year… and he slew a Saint King…”
Those words made everyone’s hearts sink again as they belatedly realized the implications.
Indeed.
Gu Changqing, up until now, had only cultivated for a year.
And in just one year, he had reached such a level.
Unprecedented!!
“If he is allowed to continue cultivating…”
Someone mused but did not finish the sentence. Nonetheless, everyone could guess the rest.
If he continued to cultivate, no one in all of Beixuan Continent could compare to him.
At that moment, some cultivators outside the mirror suddenly thought of something.
“No, no, that’s not right.”
Someone cried out, “If that’s the case, the Heavenly Emperor’s Immortal Root wasn’t destroyed — Emperor Ye said before that the Immortal Root can warm and nourish injuries and has an extremely terrifying healing effect.”
“Even if the Heavenly Emperor’s dao foundation was destroyed now, as long as the Immortal Root remains, it won’t be long before he can recover!”
Those words made everyone see the truth. Their expressions all changed.
Indeed, things were turning out completely different from what they had expected.
They had assumed that this white-robed Saint King had dug out the Heavenly Emperor’s Immortal Root, and that at the brink of death Gu Youwei’s master appeared and saved the young Heavenly Emperor.
And at that time Gu Youwei awakened the her own Immortal Root and was noticed by a powerful cultivator who then took her as a disciple.
But now, without a doubt, the script had deviated greatly.
The young Heavenly Emperor single-handedly killed the white-robed Saint King. Though his dao foundation was destroyed, the Immortal Root still remained!
Everyone looked at Jiang Minghuang with puzzled eyes.
After all, it was Jiang Minghuang who had informed them that the Heavenly Emperor’s dao foundation was destroyed.
Jiang Minghuang’s face showed astonishment as he shook his head, “I don’t know what happened during that time either, but I can be sure that when I saw the Heavenly Emperor again, there was no Immortal Root on him, and his dao foundation was broken!”
Everyone fell silent, each mulling it over.
Now there were only two days left until the young Heavenly Emperor would meet Jiang Minghuang again.
It could be inferred that during this time Gu Youwei disappeared, her Immortal Root was awakened, and she entered an ancient sect.
Although Gu Youwei’s memories were fuzzy, this timeline wasn’t hard to deduce — when Jiang Minghuang met Gu Changqing, Gu Youwei was no longer by his side.
In other words, Gu Youwei’s master must have appeared within those two days and taken her away.
And the young Heavenly Emperor’s Immortal Root would have been removed before Gu Youwei’s master appeared — after all, with such an astonishingly gifted youth before him, unless the that Immortal Root had been destroyed, why would that powerful master not take the young Heavenly Emperor as a disciple?
“What exactly happened during those two days?”
A chilling sensation ran through everyone as they stared unblinking into the mirror.
…
Dull sounds continuously echoed from within Gu Changqing’s body.
As if an explosion were occurring inside him.
And in truth, that was indeed the case.
Having gambled his spiritual veins and Dao Palace to forcibly awaken the Immortal Root’s power, all twelve of his spiritual veins had snapped and his Dao Palace was shattered.
The powerful force that once obeyed him like limbs and fingers poured away like a flood.
His qi had utterly withered, his cultivation level plummeting wildly, blood faintly seeping through his skin.
Gu Changqing staggered over to Gu Youwei’s side.
He summoned his last bit of strength and held that small body in his arms.
His eyelids grew heavy, and at that moment he collapsed to the ground.
Strangely, Gu Changqing felt a sense of relief at that moment.
His gaze vacant as he looked up at the firmament.
Only to strangely discover…
The spatial rift just now, formed when divine might pierced time and space in the battle with the white-robed Saint King, still had not been repaired by the world’s power.
Purple qi permeated the area and divine light overflowed.
One could vaguely see that it was an extraordinarily beautiful holy land.
If not for a white-robed old Daoist sitting there with a smile on that pure land, Gu Changqing would have believed he was seeing the afterlife.
…
“Master?”
Outside the mirror, when she saw that white-robed elder, Gu Youwei’s body trembled and she instinctively cried out.
Although she hadn’t seen her master for a long time and should have been joyous, her face was instead filled with strong astonishment.
The reason being…
Her master seemed to have appeared at completely the wrong time!