Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1268 658: Keep Your Distance

The pursuit of Gu Sheng and the desire to seize the treasure sword were all cast aside, replaced by a desperate urge to flee from the God of Slaughter's presence!

Gu Sheng observed coldly, making no move to immediately give chase.

He slowly lifted the Ancient Divine Sword, causing the ancient markings along its blade to ignite one by one, unleashing a terrifyingly potent Qi that ascended with tremendous speed!

"What a shame..."

Gu Sheng's murmur was barely audible.

"The energy I've unsealed would go to waste if not utilized..."

The radiance from the sword intensified, reaching a brilliance akin to a miniature sun.

The entirety of the Blood River began to churn, its waters heaving dramatically!

Far in the distance, the Dragon Palace, in its frantic escape, suddenly felt a soul-shattering aura surge from behind. Unable to suppress his instinct, he turned his head, just in time to witness Gu Sheng unleash his sword—

"Slash."

A word uttered as lightly as air, yet carrying the finality of a grim reaper's decree.

"BOOM!!!"

The world seemed to lose its color as a celestial Sword Qi erupted, warping and fracturing the very fabric of space in its wake!

The Blood River was forcibly cleaved in two, revealing a bottomless chasm.

"No!!"

Lv Feng cried out, desperately presenting her Lifebound Magical Treasure, an Ancient Bronze Mirror, which was instantly reduced to dust by the overwhelming Sword Qi. She watched in utter despair as the Sword Qi bored through her chest, tearing open a gruesome wound.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

With a series of dull impacts, the fleeing experts tumbled down like harvested wheat.

One individual attempted an escape technique, only to be disintegrated into a mist of blood by the Sword Qi's residual force.

The man in black from Qinghe Holy Land had just managed to activate a teleportation talisman when the Sword Qi snagged him, vaporizing half his body in an instant. A look of stunned disbelief remained frozen on his remaining facial half...

Within a mere three breaths, not a single soul remained standing along the Blood River!

Holding his blade, Gu Sheng stood amidst the falling, blood-soaked corpses.

Suddenly, he turned his head, as if sensing an approaching presence—

A hundred feet away, the Dragon Palace had halted, his face drained of color.

In that fleeting moment of eye contact, this esteemed Venerable nearly collapsed to his knees!

His formidable cultivation felt utterly insignificant before Gu Sheng, and the sight of the blood-dripping Divine Sword sent tremors through his very soul.

Gu Sheng's slender figure loomed larger in his vision, transforming into a malevolent Demon God.

Wang Xiu Jie, Lv Feng... these renowned cultivators within the Xinghong Spirit Domain had all become casualties, their souls claimed by the sword.

"Were you accompanying the Qinghe Saintess?"

Gu Sheng suddenly inquired, his voice sharp as ice.

The Dragon Palace swallowed hard, nodding with extreme caution. "Y-Yes..."

Gu Sheng remained silent for a moment before gesturing dismissively with his hand.

"Begone."

The Dragon Palace's eyes widened in disbelief.

It wasn't until the Divine Sword in Gu Sheng's grasp lifted slightly that he snapped out of his stupor, fleeing with frantic haste, shedding all semblance of a Venerable's dignity.

As Gu Sheng turned to depart, his gaze inadvertently met that of the Qinghe Saintess, observing from a distance.

Her typically composed eyes now held a complex emotion, causing the Saintess's face to flush with an unfamiliar heat.

She recollected her recent condescending remarks and mockery directed at Gu Sheng, which now appeared utterly absurd.

"Holy Daughter!"

The Dragon Palace arrived swiftly, his voice laced with trepidation. "Why... why did he spare me?"

The Qinghe Saintess averted her gaze, replying softly, "Gu Sheng does not kill without cause."

The Dragon Palace stood dumbfounded, then seemed to grasp the implication. He had followed, but had never actually taken action against Gu Sheng...

"Let us depart,"

The Saintess turned, her flowing skirt creating a definitive arc. "This location is not conducive to remaining."

The Dragon Palace nodded repeatedly, his sole desire at that moment being to put as much distance as possible between himself and that God of Slaughter.

The two vanished into streaks of light, rapidly ascending towards the outskirts of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

Concurrently, a formidable disturbance was escalating within the Xinghong Spirit Domain.

At the borders of Qinghe Holy Land, formidable energies were converging.

Initially, the Holy Land's defensive formations could repel the intruders, but as more experts from other Holy Lands arrived, including figures of Elder standing, the pressure intensified dramatically.

"The Holy Master has decreed it; open the border!"

A white-haired Elder commanded from the city ramparts. "However, Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge falls within Qinghe territory; all must respect the boundaries!"

Dozens of brilliant lights could not wait to breach the Holy Land's domain, heading directly for Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge. Among them were Elders riding auspicious clouds, young cultivators on flying swords, and imposing figures commanding bronze battle chariots... each presence emanating chilling power.

"Hmph, Qinghe Holy Land certainly has a cunning strategy,"

A middle-aged man clad in purple robes sneered derisively.

"It's been delayed for so long, I fear someone has already been dispatched to retrieve the sword."

Beside him, an elderly woman, gripping a Snake Head Staff, responded with a somber tone.

"No matter, this old body is curious to see who dares to emerge from Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge with the treasure sword..."

High in the distant clouds, two elders, their imposing auras as profound as the deepest abyss, had been sent by the Qinghe Holy Land.

They hesitated to venture into the perilous Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, choosing instead to await outside like patient predators.

"The Holy Master is truly sparing no expense this time," the corpulent elder remarked, his eyes narrowed.

"They even brought out the 'Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill'."

The gaunt elder let out a dry chuckle.

"Those desperate souls will do anything for even a sliver of hope," he mused.

Indeed, at that very moment, the cultivators surging towards Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge harbored a multitude of objectives.

There were ancient beings on their last legs, hoping to harness the treasure sword's power to prolong their existence.

Prodigies stalled at critical junctures sought the ultimate treasure promised by the Holy Land to shatter their barriers.

Even ambitious individuals harbored dreams of soaring to unprecedented heights through this very opportunity...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the landscape of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge underwent a violent transformation! A surge of Sword Qi, a mesmerizing interweave of black and white, ascended skyward, piercing the heavens!

Yin Yang Qi, coiled like two colossal dragons, unleashed a terrifying pressure that choked cultivators for thousands of miles.

"Could... could this be the awakening of an Ancient Divine Spirit?!"

The white-haired elder from Qinghe Holy Land's hair and beard stood on end, his aged eyes wide with sheer horror.

The Sword Qi that rent the sky radiated a soul-crushing pressure, as if confronting primordial gods and demonic entities.

Other powerful cultivators trembled in unison, some even collapsing to the ground, their knees buckling under the immense strain.

Should an Ancient Divine Spirit truly be stirring, the entire established order of the Xinghong Spirit Domain would undoubtedly be thrown into disarray!