The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings-Chapter 1027 -s Pestilence Venerable Mo Family

Chapter 1027: Chapters 976-977: Pestilence Venerable, Mo Family Four Brothers, Combined

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Chapter 1027: Chapters 976-977: Pestilence Venerable, Mo Family Four Brothers, Combined

If it were someone else, Elder Grown and Withered might not have recognized them, but as coincidence would have it, the Wither-Bloom Venerable and the Pestilence Venerable are sworn enemies, particularly since Wither-Grow Divine is actually very restraining against the Pestilence Venerable. The two have often clashed but neither has been able to overcome the other, fostering resentment to this day.

Pestilence Venerable!

Hiss!

Upon hearing the Reincarnation Taoist reveal Pestilence Venerable’s identity, all the cultivators around instinctively stepped back, even some powerhouses of the same realm frowned slightly and retreated discreetly.

There’s a reason: a person’s name casts a long shadow, and the reputation of Pestilence Venerable is widespread throughout Heaven and Earth.

If we talk just about his divine powers, he has countless peers capable of contending with him, but his eerie plague spells are something many powerhouses would rather avoid at all costs.

Though for powerhouses at the Spirit Realm Eightfold, it’s not an instant death upon contact, it’s still extremely torturous. Unless absolutely necessary, no powerhouse wishes to be afflicted.

“Elder Grown and Withered, it seems the poison I gave you last time has been neutralized!” the Pestilence Venerable said, unbothered by the retreat of the surrounding cultivators; he was used to it after so many years and spoke with a taunting tone.

Others may not know, but he is aware of why Elder Grown and Withered has faded into obscurity these years.

It was not because he saw through the affairs of the world; rather, during a fight over divine material, the Elder had been poisoned by his spell and had to close off and cultivate to heal.

“Having been struck by my Wither-Grow Divine, the taste of losing a hundred years of lifespan isn’t pleasant, is it, Pestilence God?” the Wither-Bloom Venerable didn’t fall short in the verbal skirmish and immediately countered.

The two of them faced off, instantly making the scene tense. However, the cultivators present were not too fearful, not because of their power but because this place forbade fighting.

Not long ago, the Grand Commander of the Great Ming Divine Dynasty’s Border Army, the newly ennobled Marquis Wang Boan, in conjunction with the leaders of various immortal sects stationed here, announced a rule.

That was, with the matter of Enthroning Gods approaching, the human race should join forces to strike against the Demon Race, and internal strife is forbidden. Thus, if disputes arise among cultivators within the human race, they should not start conflicts willfully but should resolve them on the life-and-death arena at the border or leave the border altogether.

Any cultivator who violates this rule, regardless of identity, strength, contributions made, must face punishment.

Marquis Wang Boan, the Grand Commander of the Great Ming Divine Dynasty’s Border Army, is himself a powerhouse of the Nine Heavens of Spiritual Realm, and with the hundreds of thousands in his Border Army, he was already one of the most influential figures at the border.

Moreover, with the joint endorsement by the heads of other sects and the promise of the True Immortals, as well as the righteousness of the human race in hand, this had become an iron law that even the supremely strong dare not easily violate.

As a result, Wither-Bloom Venerable and Pestilence Venerable, although now seemingly uncontrollably hurling verbal abuses at each other, were well aware in their hearts that they could not actually engage in combat today.

Or rather, it was precisely because they couldn’t fight that they resorted to exchanging taunts,

Otherwise, neither of them were good-natured. Given the enmity between them that had built up over years, they would have already started fighting recklessly, not engaging in this kind of verbal dispute.

As the two were arguing, they suddenly paused, their brows slightly furrowed, and in each other’s eyes, they confirmed something.

Someone was coming, a powerhouse no less formidable than they were, perhaps even stronger.

They wondered which powerhouse had now descended. Putting aside their quarrel for the moment, they recalled the possibilities in their minds.

Although the cultivators at the Spirit Realm Eightfold are as numerous as the carps crossing the river, only a few are truly renowned in the world. These two were already considered to be among the top four in the Spirit Realm Eightfold, and in certain specific circumstances, stepping into the fifth level and revolting against the Spiritual Realm Level Nine Strongest wasn’t impossible.

The strong might that was approaching, causing them to feel wary, was surely not someone nameless and insignificant.

And the aura wasn’t that of the supreme strong, as the terror of the supreme strong could not be compared with this presence—a fact they could clearly discern. This was a cultivator at the Eighth Spirit Realm.

“Several venerables gracing us with your presence, we’re sorry for not having greeted you from afar; please excuse us,” a voice rang out in Heaven and Earth. Following that, a figure emerged in the sky, surrounded by divine light, from the attire of whom everyone recognized the identity.

The Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of War of the Great Ming Divine Dynasty, and now the strategist and counselor of the Border Army, Gu Ji. Although his power was only at the Seventh Level of the Spiritual Realm, and he had only managed to break through with the help of the Divine Position of the Incense God Path of the Great Ming Divine Dynasty, he held a pivotal position in the Border Army.

Not only was he present from the inception of the Border Army and a close friend to the Grand Commander Wang Boan; his standing in the Great Ming Divine Dynasty was substantial, and more so because of his profound relationship with True Monarch Shenxiao Pei Xuanjing—they had even addressed each other as brothers.

Although Gu Ji had not actively brought it up or promoted the fact, with the rise of True Monarch Shenxiao, everyone knew about his past and his acquaintances.

No one dared to undervalue Gu Ji, for they could not assure if doing so would provoke the wrath of a True Immortal.

In this moment, facing the famous powerhouses of the Eightfold Spirit Realm, Gu Ji did not appear craven or subservient; instead, he adopted an attitude of calm naturalness, handling the situation with effortless grace.