When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 293: How about I cut that continent in half with one sword?

Chapter 293 How about I cut that continent in half with one sword?

After an Hour in Horizon Valley

After spending an hour in Horizon Valley, Gu An departed with Blood Prison Great Saint and Yang Jian, while Li Lingtian remained behind. He was preparing to journey south and set sail.

If nothing unexpected happened, at least from Li Lingtian’s perspective, he likely wouldn’t see Gu An or Yang Jian again in this lifetime.

Before parting, Li Lingtian asked Gu An to deliver a message to Ji Xuanyu, offering only words of blessing.

"Master, is there truly no force in this world willing to stand against the Grand Cold Demon Sect?"

Blood Prison Great Saint spoke, his tone filled with emotion.

In his previous world, there was no such overwhelmingly powerful force.

Yang Jian also looked at Gu An. As long as his master remained composed, he had nothing to fear.

Gu An replied, "Of course, there are many who keep charging toward the Soul-Suppressing Pagoda, wave after wave. It’s just that they aren’t strong enough."

He spoke the truth. Every so often, groups of cultivators and demons attacked the Soul-Suppressing Pagoda. Even if they perished, others would continue their cause.

The line between righteousness and evil in this world was often blurred, but one thing was certain—justice did exist.

There were always cultivators who valued justice more than immortality.

Gu An gazed into the distance.

Grand Cold Demon Sect, you had better have enough strength to make me wary. Otherwise, even the Saint King won’t be able to protect you.

And the Holy Court?

If they dared to provoke him, he would kill without hesitation. At worst, he could escape beyond the heavens!

If trouble didn’t come knocking, he was content to lie low in Taixuan Sect.

But if trouble sought him out, he wouldn’t sit back and swallow his pride!

Over the years, countless arrogant fools had perished at his hands.

Gu An had always known how terrifying his ability to seize lifespans was.

If someone else possessed this power, the world would have already plunged into chaos.

The only reason he had exercised restraint was because that was simply the kind of person he was.

Everyone had their own path to walk, and he just wanted to walk his with a clear conscience.

But now, the more chaotic the world became, the more he wanted to slaughter.

And the ones he wanted to kill—were the people of the Grand Cold Demon Sect!

The Soul-Suppressing Pagoda

Vast ocean waves surged, and the Severed Sea Rift stretched across the waters like a gaping wound, splitting the sea in two.

Beside it, the towering Soul-Suppressing Pagoda loomed high, its peak seemingly touching the heavens.

Above, heavy thunderclouds pressed down, and distant rumbling echoed through the sky.

Inside the grand hall on the first floor of the pagoda—

Lifetaking Immortal sat atop a lotus throne, with three others seated beside him.

Their auras were no weaker than his.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of Grand Cold Demon Sect cultivators filled the hall. The atmosphere was lively—filled with laughter and conversation.

They didn’t look like typical demonic cultivators.

Dressed in opulent robes, their bearing was dignified—some even exuded the aura of celestial immortals.

A red-robed woman seated to Lifetaking Immortal’s right suddenly opened her eyes and turned to him.

"Senior Brother, how much longer must we wait? Is there truly a force in this mortal realm that even the four of us cannot handle?"

The other two Free Soaring Immortals also opened their eyes, their expressions indifferent as they gazed at Lifetaking Immortal.

Lifetaking Immortal slowly opened his eyes.

"Better to be cautious than regretful for ten thousand years," he said. "White Hong's death was far too strange. We cannot afford to be careless. Do not forget what lies hidden in this land."

The three Free Soaring Immortals fell silent.

They had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and had experienced countless tribulations.

Hearing Lifetaking Immortal’s words, even their arrogance faded slightly.

Indeed—the more uncertain the situation, the more careful they had to be.

Just then, a cultivator stepped forward and spoke loudly:

"Esteemed Forebears, why not unleash another catastrophe to test the limits of this mysterious being? And while we’re at it, we can drive more people away—fewer obstacles in our path."

As soon as he spoke, the other cultivators in the hall eagerly voiced their agreement.

Some even shouted for vengeance for White Hong Zhenren.

Lifetaking Immortal’s gaze fell upon the speaker—a blue-robed Daoist with a sword at his waist and a folding fan in hand.

Sword intent radiated from him, and just standing there, he exuded overwhelming strength.

"Qingxin, what do you propose?" Lifetaking Immortal asked.

The hall fell silent.

Qingxin Zhenren smirked.

"I have a sword that can cleave the sea and cut the moon."

"Why don’t I use one slash to sever that continent?"

As he spoke, he raised his arms and turned to the crowd, prompting an uproar of cheers.

Most of the cultivators felt no pressure.

Instead, they were entertained—curious to see who was foolish enough to challenge the Grand Cold Demon Sect!

Had it been another region, they might have been more cautious.

But here?

A tiger in a chicken coop—what was there to fear?

Seeing Qingxin Zhenren’s confidence, the other three Free Soaring Immortals smiled.

They had watched him grow and master his Dao techniques.

Now, he was strong enough to stand on his own—naturally, they were pleased.

Lifetaking Immortal hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly.

Seeing this, Qingxin Zhenren’s grin widened.

"In that case, I’ll set out now! Fellow disciples, come witness the spectacle!"

Lifetaking Immortal added, "Do not go too far."

"Rest assured, Forebear!"

Qingxin Zhenren cupped his hands in salute before turning to leave, followed by a grand procession of cultivators.

The red-robed woman looked at Lifetaking Immortal.

"Perfect timing. You should speak as well—accelerate the plan before unforeseen changes arise."

Lifetaking Immortal hesitated briefly, then nodded.

Taixuan Sect’s Grand Hall

Inside a brightly lit hall, all the elders of Taixuan Sect had gathered.

Lu Lingjun and Nine-Fingered Divine Lord were present, along with most of the sect’s leadership.

Many wore deep frowns.

Lü Baitian sat in the sect master’s seat, with five Supreme Elders beside him—all equally troubled.

Vice Sect Master Ji Hantian stepped forward.

"Sect Master, what are you thinking? Just say it outright so we can prepare. We can’t just sit and wait for disaster to strike!"

The other elders spoke up in agreement, urging Lü Baitian to make a decision.

Lü Baitian took a deep breath.

"I fear that if we retreat now, our fate with the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path will be severed forever."

A few elders agreed, but most frowned.

One elder stepped forward.

"Survival is the most important thing."

"To this day, we’ve never even seen the Sword Sovereign. We have no idea what he thinks of all this. And let's be honest—we are not on the same level as him."

"If he wants to run, he can. But our cultivation? We aren’t even close!"

Many nodded in agreement.

They weren’t just thinking of themselves.

They had disciples, clans, and countless ties to consider.

Right now, Taixuan Sect had millions of disciples, and their numbers spread across countless regions!

Even Gu Zong sighed. For once, he didn’t support Lü Baitian.

Lu Lingjun also wanted the sect to retreat.

She had stayed behind for the Third Medicine Valley’s people.

She didn’t want them to perish.

Lü Baitian’s expression turned grim.

He took a deep breath and declared:

"Those who wish to leave may do so.

But Taixuan Sect itself will remain.

Even if no one is left, our sect must stand.

Without the Sword Sovereign, Taixuan Sect would not exist today!"

At last, he smiled.

Having made his decision, he felt no more pressure.

If it came down to it—he would simply die!

Just as the hall erupted into chaos—

A voice boomed across the heavens:

"From this day forth, my disciple-grandson Qingxin Zhenren will destroy one continent per day. Mortals of the world, your time is running out. Today, we shall see which land is unfortunate enough to be the first to perish."

Lifetaking Immortal’s voice.

The moment his words fell—an overwhelming sword intent locked onto the entire continent.

And all sentient beings—felt their very souls tremble.