Chapter 691: 683: The Most Idle Person

Chapter 691: Chapter 683: The Most Idle Person

Fang Xuan journeyed through the Meteor Ocean, feeling the increasingly intense destiny unique to the pursuers of the Primordial Dao Emperor, which made his heart more uneasy.

On the Path of the Great Dao, cultivators pursuing the Daoist Emperor would fight upon meeting; he wondered if those chasing the Primordial Dao Emperor would do the same?

To become the Primordial Dao Emperor, there is no need to kill each other, which is why he dared to come.

But the Path of the Great Dao has no rules, and there will always be those who recklessly act, so he cannot guarantee that such interactions won’t cause him trouble.

Regardless, he had already come.

Fang Xuan released his aura, wanting to let the other party sense him.

“Do you also wish to become the Primordial Dao Emperor?”

A voice came from ahead, surprisingly that of the Blood Prison Great Saint.

In the depths of the void, the Blood Prison Great Saint sat in meditation on a meteor, eyes open, looking towards the direction Fang Xuan flew from.

Appreciation showed in his eyes, not just because Fang Xuan was a kindred spirit, but also because Fang Xuan’s attire suited his taste.

“I am Fang Xuan, indeed wishing to become the Primordial Dao Emperor. I hope I haven’t disturbed you, Fellow Daoist.”

Fang Xuan’s voice came with a tone of anticipation.

He did not immediately approach the Blood Prison Great Saint but maintained a safe distance.

The Blood Prison Great Saint stood up, gazing from afar at Fang Xuan, scrutinizing him.

“Fang Daoist, I did want to meet other kindred spirits. Would you come over for a chat?” The Blood Prison Great Saint responded, his tone somewhat warm, making Fang Xuan breathe a sigh of relief.

The Blood Prison Great Saint had long wanted to converse with a kindred spirit, not for cultivation, but to complete the tasks assigned by his master.

He came to the Path of the Great Dao not only for cultivation but also to gather intel on the Daoist Emperor and the Primordial Dao Emperor.

Fang Xuan appeared in front of the Blood Prison Great Saint out of thin air, raising his hand in greeting.

The Blood Prison Great Saint smiled, warmly grabbing Fang Xuan’s wrist and pulling him to sit down for a chat.

Fang Xuan remained slightly vigilant, but as their conversation deepened, he grew fond of the Blood Prison Great Saint.

The Blood Prison Great Saint began by sharing his insights without reservation, speaking boldly without probing Fang Xuan.

Having lived until today, Fang Xuan had experienced a lot of deceit and could discern that the Blood Prison Great Saint bore no scheming, only infinite curiosity about the Primordial Dao Emperor.

He too was filled with curiosity about the Primordial Dao Emperor, feeling he could enjoy a pleasant rapport with the Blood Prison Great Saint.

After the Blood Prison Great Saint finished sharing his insights, Fang Xuan too spoke without reservation, which also gained the Blood Prison Great Saint’s favor.

This person is good, can befriend!

This was the Blood Prison Great Saint’s sentiment.

Having been on the Path of the Great Dao for so many years, he felt lonely, long wanting someone to talk to.

The two felt an instant connection, lamenting not having met earlier.

When the Blood Prison Great Saint revealed he came from the Celestial Spirit Great World, under the Primordial Sword Master, Fang Xuan was shocked, which puzzled the Blood Prison Great Saint, who inquired about it.

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Xuan disclosed his origin.

Upon hearing that Fang Xuan was once a Battle Court disciple and participated in the attack on the Celestial Spirit Great World, later being exterminated by the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, the Blood Prison Great Saint couldn’t help but laugh.

Just when Fang Xuan thought the Blood Prison Great Saint would mock him, the Blood Prison Great Saint laughed and said, “The fact that you survived under my master’s hand means you weren’t meant to die, although it must be confessed that my master showed mercy. To be honest, I’ve had the same experience as you.”

Fang Xuan was surprised, not expecting the Blood Prison Great Saint to have had a similar experience. He immediately inquired about his past, and the Blood Prison Great Saint began to recount his tale.

Knowing that the Blood Prison Great Saint came from the Mortal World, nearly killing the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable’s disciple after ascending, and was eventually subdued by the Sword Venerable, gaining an unprecedented opportunity, made Fang Xuan hold the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable in even greater esteem.

Let alone, in that battle, the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable really could have annihilated all Battle Court beings.

This Supporting Dao Sword Venerable was truly merciful, a deservedly enlightened Great Power.

He felt that the Sword Venerable acted so, considering that many of the Battle Court disciples were against their will, much like himself, having no choice but to follow orders from the sect.

After their honest exchange, their relationship improved, and the Blood Prison Great Saint proposed they become sworn brothers, to Fang Xuan’s delight. They immediately knelt and swore to the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable and the Great Dao, which left Gu An at the Daoist Field of the Beginningless both laughing and crying.

Karma is indeed interesting.

Although he could not predict how the Primordial Dao Emperor would develop, he could precisely forecast the futures of the Blood Prison Great Saint and Fang Xuan.

The two would venture together on the Path of the Great Dao, even expanding their sworn brotherhood to include other prodigies chasing the Primordial Dao Emperor. Eventually, the Blood Prison Great Saint would bid farewell to his brothers and return alone to the Celestial Spirit Great World, while Fang Xuan and the others would continue to make a name for themselves on the Path of the Great Dao, with their future being immeasurable.

…

Millennia passed swiftly.

One day, in early summer, Gu An was fishing in the dojo, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a book in the other, a new work by Profound Celestial Intent.

Through his minor manipulations, Profound Celestial Intent remained in the Qiankun Sect, waiting for more books to appear before him, unaware that these books contained Dao Intent, causing Profound Celestial Intent to frequently achieve enlightenment and steadfastly decide to linger a while longer.

Yes, just linger a little longer; he’s destined to roam the earth.

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With this mindset, Profound Celestial Intent eagerly anticipated more works from that mysterious author.

Even if it meant waiting a hundred years for a book, he thought it worth it!

As Gu An enjoyed a peaceful moment of relaxation, a figure appeared behind him.

“Ancestor, Master won’t let me go out, fearing that if I leave, I won’t return. But I just want to go out for some experience, and I will come back eventually!”

An Zizai said aggrievedly, his temperament still youthful at a thousand years old, because he had yet to experience life’s trials, and he knew this, hence his desire to gain experience, just like the prodigies of the Qiankun Sect.

Gu An, with his back turned to him, responded casually, “You underestimate the hold of the mortal world. Once you go out, you might not return. I can’t make this decision. If you want to go out, persuade your master. Frankly, even if you don’t come back, I won’t mind.”

Although Gu An didn’t mind An Zizai, he cared a lot about An Xin. Knowing how much An Xin cherished An Zizai, he didn’t want to interfere with An Zizai’s life.

Hearing his words, An Zizai couldn’t help but glare at him, feeling his ancestor’s nature was as perverse as ever.

An Zizai rolled his eyes and asked, “Ancestor, how about if I go to visit my uncles?”

Lv Xian and the others were far from the Nine Spirit Continent, a journey long enough for him to gain experience.

“Ask your master.”

“Can you just speak a little bit for me?”

“Ask your master.”

“You…”

No matter how An Zizai tried to persuade him, Gu An remained unmoved, leaving him quite frustrated.

Just then, An Xin appeared beside him, scaring him into bowing quickly.

An Xin frowned, saying solemnly, “Haven’t I told you not to disturb your ancestor’s cultivation without reason?”

“Is this considered cultivation?”

An Zizai couldn’t help but retort. Ever since he became aware, he had never seen Gu An cultivate. In his opinion, among the Beginningless, the most idle was Gu An.

Unpleased, An Xin’s eyes flashed, and she scolded, “Kneel and apologize!”

An Zizai felt aggrieved to the point of bursting, yet chose to obediently kneel.

Gu An turned around, smiling at An Zizai, making his eyes redden.

An Xin looked towards Gu An, asking, “Master, can you predict whether he will return if he goes out?”

An Zizai suddenly felt hopeless, believing Gu An would certainly not speak up for him.

“He will return, but he will go through many events.” Gu An casually replied, surprising An Zizai.

Gu An had not spoken; he had discerned An Zizai’s destiny upon leaving the dojo. Eventually, the kid would return, but before that, he’d face many trials, perhaps bearing some missions.

Of course, these missions were only within the Celestial Spirit Great World and weren’t significant in Gu An’s eyes. But as long as this kid could resolve them on his own, he was disinclined to interfere.

An Zizai was certainly not the last Wushiji Disciple; there would be new disciples in the future, so Gu An did not consider him crucial.

An Xin understood her master’s implication.

An Zizai would experience many things, and they would undoubtedly be quite challenging.

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