Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1150 599: Just One Step Away

"Ahhhhh..." A piercing shriek tore from Gu Sheng's throat as his agony intensified, with droplets of blood beginning to seep through his pores. The Qi he had painstakingly nurtured was becoming erratic and turbulent.

Gu Sheng’s entire frame began to tremor violently.

His complexion, once healthy, drained of all color, leaving him ghastly pale. His inner breath had spiraled into total chaos.

The Spiritual Power surrounding him threatened to surge into his meridians at any moment, risking a descent into insanity and the complete shattering of his consciousness.

The Mysterious Taoist observed from the periphery, recognizing that Gu Sheng stood at a precipice; without immediate intervention, his life hung by a thread.

Coming to a difficult resolution, the Mysterious Taoist determined to venture into the outside world to secure a woman who could help Gu Sheng navigate this life-or-death Cultivation crisis.

Just as the Mysterious Taoist turned to depart, the Void Ring upon Gu Sheng’s finger emitted a sudden, sharp vibration.

A soft, rhythmic glow rippled across the surface of the ring.

A foreign aura, entirely distinct from that of Gu Sheng, began to emanate from the jewelry, saturating the atmosphere.

A glimmer of hope touched the Mysterious Taoist's face as she murmured, "It seems the heavens do not intend for Gu Sheng to perish!" With that realization, she stepped back and withdrew from the chamber.

Following her departure, the vibrations of the Void Ring intensified drastically.

Muffled sounds of impact echoed from within, as if a trapped entity was striking the inner walls of the ring in a desperate bid for freedom.

Deeply entranced by the assessment, Gu Sheng was oblivious to the turmoil unfolding with his ring.

Deprived of its owner’s active suppression, the Void Ring faltered against the onslaught. In an instant, its protective barriers were pulverized.

A figure coalesced before Gu Sheng, materializing directly from the ring.

It was a woman clad in a black dress, possessing breathtaking beauty with skin like porcelain and delicate, artful brows. She clutched a Red Sword firmly in her grip—the Qinghe Saintess.

Having exhausted her strength to break free after such a long imprisonment, she appeared weary.

Upon regaining her freedom, the Qinghe Saintess immediately noticed the anguished, incapacitated Gu Sheng.

She had never anticipated encountering him in such a place, let alone seeing him in the throes of such suffering.

A sense of relief washed over her, and she thought, "This is fortuitous. Now is the perfect moment to flee while he is lost to his delirium."

However, witnessing his vulnerability, a sudden, inexplicable murderous impulse flared within her.

"This man has thwarted me at every turn. Seeing him in this state, it would be folly not to finish him now and eliminate the threat forever."

With that resolve, the Qinghe Saintess moved cautiously toward him.

She tightened her grasp on the Spirit Sword with both hands, channeling every remaining ounce of her Spiritual Power into the blade.

The sword glowed with a blinding intensity. Summoning all her reserve, the Qinghe Saintess delivered a ferocious strike toward Gu Sheng.

Yet, just as the blade was poised to land, the unexpected occurred.

A primal reflex surged through Gu Sheng's flesh.

His hand flickered outward, catching the Spirit Sword’s edge with effortless precision.

The Qinghe Saintess's eyes widened in disbelief. She could not comprehend how her carefully aimed strike, infused with her last bit of power, could be so easily intercepted.

Stunned, she realized Gu Sheng’s strength had advanced further; she was utterly outclassed. To persist in this combat would surely lead to her demise.

She abandoned the weapon and turned to flee. Yet, no matter the speed of her movement, she could not outpace the instinct-driven Gu Sheng. Before she could gain any distance, he lunged forward, locking her in a relentless embrace.

Fueled by his internal turmoil, Gu Sheng tore at her garments, rending the black dress asunder.

Beneath the fabric, the Qinghe Saintess's slender, jade-like legs were revealed.

Terrified, she struggled violently to cast Gu Sheng aside.

But her resistance proved futile against the raw, overwhelming force of his current state.

Choosing death before dishonor, the Qinghe Saintess prepared to self-detonate her own Spiritual Power to perish rather than be defiled.

Just as she began the process of self-destruction, a profound, mysterious force engulfed her.

She felt her Spiritual Power being sealed instantly, and the energy she had gathered for the explosion began to dissipate. The Qinghe Saintess collapsed into a state of absolute despair.

Qiankun Venerate King stood motionless, the Divine Sword hovering above him, his gaze fixed upon the location of Gu Sheng.

Behind him stood an assemblage of geniuses from the Holy Land.

They watched nervously, awaiting the order from Qiankun Venerate King to reclaim the Immortal Temple.

For several days, Qiankun Venerate King had maintained his vigil, observing the temple for any sign that the Mysterious Taoist’s presence had ebbed.

As days dragged on without any dimming of her aura, his frustration mounted. The prolonging of this standoff only amplified his personal anxiety.

Qiankun Venerate King mused to himself, "Just who is this Mysterious Taoist? Why is her aura so inexplicably persistent? I have waited for days, yet she remains unyielding.

I shall grant it ten more days. Should her aura remain steady thereafter, I will have no choice but to push forward regardless of the danger. Gu Sheng’s potential for comprehension is terrifying. If this continues, he may actually succeed in the assessment, and the legacy of the Holy Road Master will be forever beyond my grasp."