Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start-Chapter 1524 - 371: Gu Cang’s Demise

"Not good!"

Gu Mo screamed and rapidly retreated backward with a shocked and panicked expression on his face.

Gu Chen’s power was so overwhelming that even Gu Mo, who had fully mastered the Primordial Realm, found it hard to breathe.

At this moment, as flesh writhed and demonic energy surged along with Chong Xiao’s power, Gu Cang’s face flickered in and out of view atop the mass, a gaze full of bitterness and poison fixed dead upon Gu Chen.

He could never have imagined that, in just a few short years, the ant he once looked down upon, the junior he saw as a stepping stone for his offspring, could now slaughter him with such ease.

If it were not for the great strength of the demonic power within him, he would have long since turned to ash and dissipated like smoke.

"Quite tenacious, aren’t you?" Gu Chen’s eyes were indifferent. With a thud of his fist, heaven and earth shook, and the void shattered into nothingness.

"Ah..."

From afar, Gu Cang’s faint scream could be heard—his full mastery of the Primordial Realm meant nothing in front of Gu Chen!

With cumulative advantages from multiple fronts, now only the involvement of a transcendent individual from the realm of seeking the Dao could threaten him; otherwise, no matter who he encountered, Gu Chen was fearless and could fight and triumph over them!

"Crying Blood Underworld Fire!"

From a distance, Gu Mo roared as blood-colored demonic flames burned on his body, forming an enraged demonic deity that charged towards Gu Chen.

This fire originated from the underworld. It was an extremely powerful Great Power technique of the holy sect, a bane to cultivators from higher realms. It could burn one’s blood and devour one’s essence, using the sacred power of a cultivator as fuel—truly a troublesome ability.

Years ago, with this technique, Gu Mo had killed a master of the Primordial Realm, proving it to be an invincible method in his arsenal.

"Underworld Seal!"

Simultaneously, the lump of flesh that was Gu Cang also roared furiously, exerting all his might. A pitch-black seal formed mid-air, radiating soul-shaking spiritual waves, intended to dominate Gu Chen’s mind.

Upon witnessing this, Gu Chen slightly furrowed his brows. The holy sect’s mystic powers were indeed extraordinary, especially since they completely differed from the laws of the higher realms. The void crackled, and one after another, dark and sinister chains of demonic law emerged, corroding everything around as if to create a vast abyss.

Clang!

Suddenly, from the depths of the cosmos, a distinct and piercing sword cry echoed throughout. Gu Chen extended his hand and caressed the space in front of him. A sword’s embryo gradually took shape, its fierce aura piercing through heavens and earth, as though a single strand of sword aura could sever the multiverses.

It was the boundless mystic art—Sword of the Terminal, the supreme swordsmanship technique!

True to its name, this sword signified the end and could obliterate all things.

Even at the moment when the sword’s embryo appeared, the heavens and the earth trembled. Everything in sight was homogenized into streaks of sword radiance, turning this place into a realm of the sword.

"Sword of the Terminal, cleaving heavens and carving earth, annihilating everything." Gu Chen whispered, grasping the sword’s embryo in hand. An invisible aura pervaded, and a boundless storm of sword qi swept across the world. Without even striking, the attacks from Gu Cang and Gu Mo were already obliterated.

"Boundless mystic art?!"

Having cultivated to such a level, both Gu Cang and Gu Mo had exceptionally discerning sights and immediately recognized the grade of this mystic art.

"How can this be possible? How can someone of the Primordial Realm master a boundless mystic art? And this youngster is merely at the beginning of the Primordial Realm, what is the reason for this?!" Gu Cang shouted, while Gu Mo was also stunned, as the aura of the boundless mystic art instinctively made their bodies tremble.

Even if they hadn’t reached the realm of seeking the Dao and hadn’t grasped the Dao’s principles, the power of the boundless mystic art still connected with the myriad ways of heaven, emitting strand after strand of Dao fluctuations and causing even those who fully mastered the Primordial Realm to feel their hearts palpitate.

Holding the Sword of the Terminal, Gu Chen’s face, chiseled like a blade, showed neither joy nor sorrow, his deep eyes utterly calm.

Hiss!

Suddenly, his arm moved. The Sword of the Terminal slashed down, darkening the world around, leaving nothing visible, save for a bright and dazzling blade of light slashing down from above. It was like a bolt of lightning splitting the darkness, dividing the entire world into two.

To Gu Cang and Gu Mo, all they could see in their pupils was this blade of light, growing larger at high speed.

The torrent of sword energy was like an overflowing starry sea, vast and limitless, encompassing everything except for Gu Chen, who was set to eradicate everything here.

Such was the potency of the boundless mystic art!

The appearance of the Sword of the Terminal was at great expense of Gu Chen’s vitality, and truly deserving of the title of the ultimate swordsmanship.

As the boundless sword energy finally dissipated after an indeterminate amount of time, within tens of thousands of miles around, everything disappeared, leaving only Gu Chen standing alone. The void was riddled with holes and countless fierce sword marks, branded upon it.

This was already the result of Gu Chen trying his best to contain the Sword of the Terminal’s aftermath. Otherwise, the impact would have undoubtedly spread even further, as after all, this was a boundless mystic art! freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Eh?"

The next moment, Gu Chen’s eyebrow twitched, and he keenly detected two extremely weak fluctuations.

"The demonic powers of the Primordial Realm are indeed quite extraordinary." He thought to himself, as not long ago, to thoroughly refine the Loose Law’s three demonic powers, even with the aid of the cosmos and the Cosmic Cauldron, it took much effort from Gu Chen.

Gu Cang and Gu Mo’s figures reconverged; they were extremely pale, having almost had their very life sources severed by that one strike of Gu Chen’s. Had it not been for the difficulty of extinguishing a demon of the Primordial Realm, both would’ve undoubtedly perished.

"Run!"

They growled lowly, with no more thoughts of fighting, wanting to escape quietly and convey news about Gu Chen’s strength to the other sixteen Holy Envoys.