"This is impossible!" The Thirteenth Ancestor's eyes bulged as he stared fixedly at Gu Qingfeng, who strolled leisurely, his face twisted in disbelief.
Throughout his cultivation journey, he had encountered creatures that were incredibly difficult to kill. Against such beings, the best solution was sealing them away. Yet, this man before him could simply ignore seals as if they were nothing.
This defied all logic. Unkillable, unsealable—how was one supposed to fight him?
The gathered Supreme Rulers and the ancient beings lurking in the shadows were equally horrified. Even those quasi-Emperors who believed themselves stronger than the Thirteenth Ancestor found themselves at a loss. They realized that if they were in his position, they too would have no means to deal with Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng observed their stunned expressions, a faint, mocking smile curling at the corners of his lips, as if laughing at the so-called heroes of the world.
At the same time, he rejoiced inwardly. The Sin of the Heavens truly was formidable—no wonder even the Heavenly Dao could do nothing against it.
Faced with a quasi-Emperor's sealing technique, all he had to do was transform into a wisp of malevolent thought, and he could walk out of the seal with ease.
Ah, ever since obtaining the Sin of the Heavens, his back no longer ached, his legs no longer felt weak, and he could even breathe loudly without fear.
Tap, tap, tap...
Gu Qingfeng slowly walked up to the Thirteenth Ancestor and reached out his hand.
The Thirteenth Ancestor would never allow him to get close and immediately launched another attack. Yet, no matter how dazzling the divine light, it couldn’t harm Gu Qingfeng in the slightest.
It was as if he existed in a different dimension—nothing could touch him except for stirring faint wisps of black mist.
"Impossible! Impossible! Why?! How can this be?!" The Thirteenth Ancestor roared like a madman.
Gu Qingfeng paid him no mind. His hand, unfazed by the attacks, landed firmly on the Thirteenth Ancestor’s shoulder and gave it a light pat.
With profound meaning, he said, "Let me give you some advice—go home, wash up, and sleep. Don’t dwell on today’s events. Don’t feel anger, and don’t despair. It’s not that you’re weak. You simply chose the wrong opponent.
Anyone who faces me will meet the same fate. It’s not your fault—it’s simply the will of Heaven. Take care."
The Thirteenth Ancestor’s attacks abruptly ceased. His entire body stiffened like a stone statue, as if even his eyeballs had frozen in place.
Gu Qingfeng brushed past him, never once sparing him a proper glance.
He walked leisurely toward the distance, where over five hundred Supreme Rulers stood in his way, uncertain of what to do.
"Make way."
The five hundred Supreme Rulers stiffened slightly.
They exchanged glances but didn’t move. Gu Qingfeng continued walking, step by step, drawing closer and closer.
Finally, the Supreme Ruler at the front couldn’t withstand the pressure and instinctively stepped aside.
Like a signal, the others parted like a tide, clearing a path for Gu Qingfeng to pass through.
At this moment, Gu Qingfeng resembled an Emperor making his grand procession, with five hundred Supreme Rulers standing on either side, watching in silence.
As he slowly walked past, some of the more hot-tempered Supreme Rulers could no longer hold back. Retreating had made them feel as if they had suffered an unbearable humiliation.
"Why fear him?! Even if we can’t kill him, does a mere Heaven’s Chosen like him have the power to kill us?"
Hearing this, the others found it reasonable. Their gazes toward Gu Qingfeng turned hostile.
They had been intimidated earlier because even a quasi-Emperor couldn’t do anything to Gu Qingfeng. But now that they thought about it, there was truly no need to fear him.
Thus, the Supreme Rulers grew restless. Some even speculated—how could an immortal, indestructible being exist in this world? Even an Emperor couldn’t achieve true immortality. Gu Qingfeng must have a weakness.
Perhaps he was merely bluffing. Maybe his "immortality" wasn’t infinite—if they killed him enough times, he might finally perish.
In truth, they weren’t entirely wrong. Gu Qingfeng did have a weakness—his weakness was the living beings of the world.
If all living beings perished, he would no longer be immortal. However, the Cangming Realm housed countless billions of lives. Even if all five hundred Supreme Rulers worked together, they could never exterminate them all in their lifetimes.
Moreover, the Heavenly Dao would never allow such genocide.
Thus, this weakness was practically nonexistent.
Gu Qingfeng looked at their restless expressions and smirked. "You think I can’t do anything to you?"
"Hmph! Gu Qingfeng, you’re nothing but a Heaven’s Chosen. So what if you have some special abilities? Do you really think you can take on five hundred Supreme Rulers?"
"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng burst into uncontrollable laughter, as if he had heard the greatest joke.
"Let me be clear—I’m not targeting anyone in particular. It’s just that every single one of you here is trash in my eyes."
"Outrageous!"
"Gu, you demonic fiend, don’t you dare act so arrogantly!"
Several Supreme Rulers glared at him furiously.
"With five hundred of you gathered here, I admit I don’t have a perfect solution. But—do you plan to stay together forever? Don’t you all have sects to return to?"
The moment these words left his mouth, the Supreme Rulers’ expressions twisted in horror as they realized what he meant.
"Gu, you fiend! What are you planning?!"
"You ants truly don’t understand your position. I command over a hundred Supreme Rulers under my banner. Tell me—which of your factions can withstand that?
Unless you plan to stay huddled together forever, I will hunt you down one by one, annihilating your sects and erasing your bloodlines!
And even if you do stick together, it won’t matter. Have you forgotten? I possess the Heavenly Teleportation Array. The one who just spoke—you’re from the Eternal Divine Dynasty, aren’t you?
How about I teleport there right now with my hundred Supreme Rulers and storm your mountain gate? Who among you can stop me?"
His words shattered their resolve. They panicked because everything he said was true. Once he acted, no one could stop him.
"The Eternal Divine Dynasty has a quasi-Emperor! Do you really think you can destroy us?"
"A quasi-Emperor?" Gu Qingfeng glanced dismissively at the Thirteenth Ancestor, who was still questioning his existence. His silence spoke louder than words.
"Even if a quasi-Emperor can’t kill you, they can at least stop you—shattering your body over and over!"
Faced with such a feeble threat, Gu Qingfeng replied indifferently, "Then I’ll just loot the Eternal Divine Dynasty’s treasury and slaughter only the Heaven’s Chosen. Let’s see if your quasi-Emperor will intervene. And it’s not just the Eternal Divine Dynasty—every faction behind each of you will receive the same treatment. I’ve always been fair and impartial. I would never favor one over another.
Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"
Their faces darkened visibly.
"Keh keh keh... Don’t worry, everyone. I’m a benevolent man—I don’t enjoy senseless slaughter. So, here’s a solution: if you obediently hand over your sect’s treasures, I’ll let bygones be bygones.
What do you say?"
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