chsdbacks Chapter 301 The Dao Realm Old Monster's Crushing Defeat and Escape
Chapter 301 The Dao Realm Old Monster's Crushing Defeat and Escape
After Kong Xuan finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent.
Jian Wudi's expression was solemn, and his wine cup stopped in mid-air.
Emperor Gouchen frowned slightly, as if he was calculating something.
Su Fan was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.
"So be it, a Dao Realm cultivator. Kill one if one comes, kill two if two come."
Emperor Gouchen glanced at him.
"Kid, the gap between the Dao Realm and the peak of the Primordial Chaos Realm is bigger than you think."
"The transition from the peak of the Primordial Chaos Realm to the Dao Realm is like the transition from a Celestial Immortal to a Sage. It cannot be achieved simply by increasing numbers."
Su Fan raised an eyebrow.
"Senior, weren't you at the third level of the Dao Realm in your prime? How much of your Divine Shadow ability can you still utilize now?"
Emperor Gouchen thought for a moment.
"This divine shadow of mine can at most unleash the strength of the peak of the Primordial Chaos realm. If the opponent is at the first level of the Dao realm, I can fight to a draw if I fight with all my might. But if the opponent is at the second level or above of the Dao realm, I will definitely lose."
Su Fan fell silent.
The chat in the live stream room also fell silent.
A few seconds later, the comments section started flooding with messages.
"Holy crap, the Dao Realm is that awesome?"
"That old monster has been in seclusion for five thousand years, could he have already reached the third level of the Dao Realm?"
"The boss is in trouble this time."
"What are you afraid of? Boss has the Investiture of the Gods!"
"Can someone ranked on the Investiture of the Gods defeat someone at the Dao Realm?"
Su Fan glanced at the comments but didn't say anything.
He looked at Kong Xuan.
"When will that old monster show up?"
Kong Xuan shook his head.
"I don't know. But since the Holy Land has invited him to come out of seclusion, it should be within the next few days."
Su Fan nodded.
"understood."
He stood up.
"Let's disperse. Those who need to cultivate, go about your business."
The crowd dispersed.
Lin Qingge walked to Su Fan's side and took his hand.
Are you worried?
Su Fan smiled.
"What are you worried about? If you can't beat them, just run. I'm fast."
Lin Qingge smiled too.
"That's good."
……
three days later.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered above the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
A terrifying aura descended from the sky, making everyone in the entire Ten Thousand Swords City feel suffocated.
Su Fan rushed out of the main hall and looked up at the sky.
A figure slowly descended from the dark clouds.
It was an old man dressed in a gray robe, with white hair and a face full of wrinkles.
But his eyes were frighteningly bright.
The Dao Realm.
Moreover, it's not the first level of the Dao Realm.
At least at the second level of the Dao Realm.
The old man looked down at Su Fan and spoke calmly.
"So it was you who killed seven elders of my demon race's sacred land?"
Su Fan nodded.
"it's me."
The old man laughed.
"What audacity! I've been in seclusion for five thousand years, and the moment I emerged, I heard someone dared to touch my demon race's sacred land. I thought it was someone important, but it turns out to be just a junior in the mid-stage of Sainthood."
He paused.
"Young man, you should kill yourself. I don't want to dirty my hands."
Su Fan smiled.
"Suicide? Who do you think you are?"
The old man's eyes turned cold.
"court death."
He raised his hand and slapped down.
The palm print was not large, only about ten feet in diameter.
But Su Fan's expression changed.
That palm strike, seemingly simple, sealed off all his escape routes.
There's no escaping it.
The only option is to take it head-on.
Su Fan drew his sword and unleashed a slash.
boom--!!!
The deafening roar shook the heavens.
Su Fan was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground and creating a large crater.
He struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The old man withdrew his hand and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"A mid-stage Saint, able to withstand one of my palm strikes and survive? Interesting."
Su Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"Second level of the Dao Realm, that's all?"
The old man's eyes turned cold.
"Stubborn to the end."
He raised his hand again.
This time, the palm print was ten times larger.
It swept over Su Fan, overwhelming him.
Su Fan unfolded the Investiture of the Gods list, and three hundred and sixty-five golden rays shot out.
The golden light and the palm print collided.
Rumbling--
The deafening roar shook the heavens and the void itself trembled.
The palm print shattered.
Three hundred and sixty-five golden rays flew back and disappeared into the Investiture of the Gods.
The brilliance of the Investiture of the Gods has dimmed somewhat.
Su Fan's expression changed.
The old man was also taken aback.
"The Investiture of the Gods? A good thing. It's a pity you're too weak to unleash its true power."
He took a step and instantly appeared in front of Su Fan.
He slapped Su Fan in the chest.
Su Fan tried to dodge, but he couldn't.
Just then, a golden light shot out from the side.
Emperor Gouchen has made his move.
He slashed at the old man with his sword.
The old man shattered the sword light with a backhand strike.
The two men each took a few steps back.
Emperor Gouchen stood in front of Su Fan, looking at the old man.
"A mere second-level Dao Realm cultivator, bullying a junior Saint? How dare you?"
The old man looked at him.
"Gou Chen? Weren't you dead?"
Emperor Gouchen laughed.
"I am alive and well. Even if you die, I will not die."
The old man sneered.
"A mere shadowy figure dares to be so insolent before me?"
He struck at Emperor Gouchen with his palm.
The two fought.
Rumbling--
The deafening roar shook the entire Wanjian City.
Su Fan stood below, watching the two fight.
Emperor Gouchen was clearly at a disadvantage.
He was merely a shadowy figure, unable to unleash his full power.
The old man fought with increasing ferocity, each move deadly.
After thirty moves, Emperor Gouchen was sent flying by a single palm strike.
He crashed to the ground, golden light spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Shenying is injured.
The old man landed in front of him and looked down at him.
"Gou Chen, is that all you've got?"
Emperor Gouchen struggled to his feet and laughed.
"Second level of the Dao Realm, that's all. If I were in my prime, I would have slapped you to death."
The old man sneered.
"Unfortunately, you are not."
He raised his hand, ready for the final blow.
Su Fan rushed forward and stood in front of Emperor Gouchen.
The old man looked at him.
"Youngster, do you want to die first?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Want to give it a try?"
He unfurled the Investiture of the Gods once more, and three hundred and sixty-five golden rays shot out.
At the same time, the Nine Cauldrons, Thunder Hammer, and Five-Colored Divine Light Seed within his body all erupted.
The seven-colored light converged into a beam of light, which blasted towards the old man.
The old man's expression changed slightly.
"That's interesting."
He struck out with his palm, blocking the beam of light.
boom--!!!
The beam of light shattered.
Su Fan was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The brilliance of the Investiture of the Gods has completely faded.
The phantom images of the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods became transparent and almost invisible.
The old man withdrew his hand and looked at Su Fan.
"Young man, you are quite impressive. To be able to unleash such an attack at the mid-stage of a Saint is something I have never seen before in my hundreds of thousands of years of life."
"Unfortunately, you've met me."
He walked up to Su Fan.
"Any last words?"
Su Fan lay on the ground, looked at him, and smiled.
"have."
The old man raised an eyebrow.
"explain."
Su Fan opened his mouth and uttered a single word.
"run."
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light shot out from Su Fan's body.
Golden light enveloped Su Fan and Emperor Gouchen, and they vanished into the sky in an instant.
The old man was taken aback.
He wanted to chase after it, but the golden light was too fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The old man stood there, his face ashen.
"Escape talisman? Junior, you can't escape."
……
Ten thousand miles away, on a desolate mountain.
As the golden light fell to the ground, Su Fan and Emperor Gouchen crashed to the ground.
Su Fan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
Emperor Gouchen was in no better shape; his divine shadow was almost impossible to maintain.
Su Fan struggled to sit up, took out healing pills from his system space, and put them in his mouth.
Emperor Gouchen looked at him.
"Kid, you're lucky to be alive."
Su Fan smiled.
"I told you, I'm tough."
He looked into the distance.
"That old monster is too strong."
Emperor Gouchen nodded.
"He's at the second level of the Dao Realm, and his foundation is very stable. He's not the kind of person who reached that level through pills."
Su Fan paused for a moment.
"Senior, what do we do now?"
Emperor Gouchen thought for a moment.
"Run. Run as far as you can. Wait until I recover, or until you break through, then we'll settle the score with him."
Su Fan nodded.
"Then where do you run to?"
Emperor Gouchen looked north.
"To the north. There's a place over there called Tianxu. It's said to be an ancient battlefield, and very few people who go in come out alive."
"But the more dangerous the place, the safer it is. That old monster might not dare to go in."
Su Fan stood up.
"Walk."
The two took off and flew north.
……
The live stream chat exploded with comments.
"Holy crap! The boss got defeated?!"
"That old monster is too strong, at the second level of the Dao Realm!"
"Boss, run! Don't look back!"
"What kind of place is Tianxu? It sounds dangerous!"
"We have to go, even if it's dangerous. It's better than getting killed by that old monster!"
"Boss, you must come back alive!"
Su Fan ignored the comments and flew at full speed.
three days later.
A hazy, gray fog appeared ahead.
The fog enveloped the area for miles around, obscuring what lay within.
Su Fan landed at the edge of the fog, looking at the gray mist.
Emperor Gouchen stood beside him.
"This is Tianxu."
Su Fan took a deep breath.
"Go in?"
Emperor Gouchen nodded.
"Go in."
The two walked into the gray fog.
……
In the gray fog, nothing could be seen.
It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Su Fan took out his phone and turned on the flashlight.
The light couldn't reach very far before it was swallowed up by the fog.
He could only grope his way forward.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a light suddenly appeared ahead.
Su Fan quickened his pace.
Emerging from the gray fog, a bright and clear view suddenly appeared before me.
A vast expanse of ruins appeared before us.
A dilapidated palace, collapsed stone pillars, and broken plaques.
There were signs of battle everywhere.
In the center of the ruins stands a high platform.
On the high platform, a huge stone tablet floats.
Four large characters are engraved on the stone tablet.
"The Divine Realm of China"
Su Fan was stunned.
The Divine Realm of China?
Even Emperor Gouchen was stunned.
He walked quickly to the stone tablet and placed his hand on it.
The stone tablet trembled and burst forth with dazzling golden light.
A figure emerged from the golden light.
He was an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a Taoist robe, with an air of otherworldly wisdom.
He looked at Emperor Gouchen and smiled.
"Gou Chen, you've arrived."
Emperor Gouchen looked at him, his eyes filled with shock.
"Yuan Shi? You're still alive?!"
The white-haired old man shook his head.
"Dead. This is a divine thought left behind by me."
He looked at Su Fan.
"The Envoy of the Gods, you've finally arrived."
Su Fan was stunned.
"Do you know me?"
The white-haired old man smiled.
"I created the Investiture of the Gods. Of course I recognize it since you have it."
Su Fan gasped.
Yuanshi Tianzun.
One of the Three Pure Ones.
The most supreme being in Chinese mythology.
The white-haired old man looked at him.
"Envoy of the Conferred Gods, you're quite impressive. To have reached this point at the mid-stage of the Saint realm."
He paused.
"Is that little demon at the second level of the Dao Realm outside chasing you?"
Su Fan nodded.
"right."
The white-haired old man smiled.
"Then stay here. My divine realm still holds many treasures. Take a few and go out to kill him."
Su Fan's eyes lit up.
"What good stuff?"
The white-haired old man raised his hand, and several beams of light shone from the depths of the ruins.
A long sword, entirely black, exuding a terrifying aura.
A suit of armor, gleaming gold, covered in runes.
A simple jade slip, plain and unadorned, yet containing a wealth of information.
The white-haired old man pointed to the three items.
"The Immortal-Slaying Sword. The Pangu Armor. The Primordial Chaos Dao Technique."
"The Immortal Execution Sword, the one I used back then, is a supreme treasure of the Dao realm."
"Pangu Armor, left behind by the great god Pangu, can block attacks from those at the Dao Realm."
"The Primordial Dao Technique is the cultivation method I have practiced all my life, which can directly lead to the peak of the Dao Realm."
"Choose one of the three items."
Su Fan stared wide-eyed at the three items.
He thought about it.
"Can I have them all?"
The white-haired old man smiled.
"Greedy. But I like it."
"Alright. But you must promise me one thing."
Su Fan looked at him.
"What is it?"
The white-haired old man pointed deep into the ruins.
"There lies a seal I left behind. Within that seal lies my true form."
"My true form was injured by an extraterrestrial demon and has fallen into a deep slumber. Someone needs to use the Investiture of the Gods to heal me."
"If you can heal my wounds, all these things are yours."
Su Fan took a deep breath.
"it is good."
He walked deep into the ruins.
There, there is a huge crystal coffin.
Inside the crystal coffin lay an elderly man with white hair.
It was exactly the same as that divine thought from before.
The true form of Yuanshi Tianzun.
Su Fan raised his hand, and the Investiture of the Gods unfolded.
Golden light enveloped the crystal coffin.
The crystal coffin trembled, and the Primordial Celestial Venerable inside opened his eyes.
He looked at Su Fan and smiled.
"The Envoy of the Gods, you have arrived."
Su Fan nodded.
"Senior, let me help you heal your wounds."
Yuanshi Tianzun nodded.
"it is good."
The golden light of the Investiture of the Gods surged into his body.
His injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After an incense stick has burned.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable sat up and stepped out of the crystal coffin.
He looked at Su Fan and nodded in satisfaction.
"Indeed. The Investiture of the Gods is used even better in your hands than it was in mine."
He raised his hand, and the three things from the depths of the ruins flew over and landed in front of Su Fan.
"Take it. It's all yours."
Su Fan took the three items and put them into his system space.
Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Gouchen Emperor.
"Gou Chen, your divine form is about to dissipate. Should I help you rebuild it?"
Emperor Gouchen's eyes lit up.
"Can it be reshaped?"
Yuanshi Tianzun laughed.
"I do have some skills."
He raised his hand, and a beam of golden light shot towards Emperor Gouchen.
Emperor Gouchen shuddered.
His divine figure solidified slightly in an instant.
Its aura also surged.
He broke through from the peak of Hunyuan to the first level of Dao Realm.
Emperor Gouchen took a deep breath and bowed.
"Thank you, Yuanshi."
Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand.
"No need for such formalities."
He looked at Su Fan.
"Envoy of the Gods, shall I kill that little demon outside for you?"
Su Fan shook his head.
"No need. I can do it myself."
Yuanshi Tianzun raised an eyebrow.
"Are you confident?"
Su Fan smiled.
"With the Immortal Execution Sword and the Pangu Armor, how can you not defeat a mere Dao Realm Level Two cultivator?"
Yuanshi Tianzun also smiled.
"Very well. I await your good news."
……
Outside Tianxu.
Su Fan stepped out of the gray fog.
He donned the Pangu Armor and wielded the Zhuxian Sword.
His aura was more than ten times stronger than it had been three days ago.
In the distance, a figure flew over.
That old man in the gray robe.
He saw Su Fan and smiled.
"Young man, you really are here."
Su Fan looked at him.
"I've been waiting for you for so long."
The old man raised an eyebrow.
"Waiting for me? What, you've found help?"
Su Fan shook his head.
No. It's just me.
The old man laughed.
"Just you alone? You're asking for it."
He slapped Su Fan with his palm.
Su Fan didn't move.
The Immortal Execution Sword was unleashed.
One sword.
The palm print shattered.
The sword light continued its relentless slash towards the old man.
The old man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly dodged.
But we were still a step too late.
An arm flew up.
Fresh blood gushed out.
The old man screamed and staggered back more than ten steps.
He stared wide-eyed at the sword in Su Fan's hand.
"What...what kind of sword is that?!"
Su Fan smiled.
"The Immortal Execution Sword. Belongs to the Primordial Heavenly Lord."
The old man's face was deathly pale.
"Yuanshi Tianzun?! He's still alive?!"
Su Fan ignored him and slashed out with his sword.
The second sword strike.
The old man wanted to run away, but he couldn't.
The sword light pierced through his body.
puff-
Fresh blood gushed out.
The old man fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.
Su Fan sheathed his sword and looked at his corpse.
"Second level of the Dao Realm, that's all?"