Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 1138 - 1129: Great Ultimate Origin Freedom Technique

The moment Gu An unsheathed his blade, every living soul felt an immeasurable and vast pressure—a weight that seemed to transcend even the Great Dao itself.

Both the followers of Wushi and the gathered Dao Guardians felt the crushing weight of Gu An’s presence as his words echoed through the air.

What absolute dominance!

Warlike figures such as the Blood Prison Great Saint, Lv Xian, Wu Xie, and Zui felt their blood boil with intense excitement.

Even the disciples of Wushiji were stunned; it was their first time witnessing Gu An display such a domineering persona.

Ignoring the thoughts of others, Gu An continued to amplify his aura. Behind him, sword shadows surged relentlessly, as if they intended to pierce through the very fabric of the void plane.

Gu An gripped the Cyan Hong Sword without swinging it. However, the sword shadows at his back began to rotate, their tips angling sharply toward the Dao Guardians positioned on the Creation Ladder.

Under the distant gaze of those sword shadows, the Dao Guardians trembled in terror, desperately praying for the Great Dao to grant them more strength.

Standing upon the steps, Li Ya looked up at the spectacle. He felt Gu An’s power so deeply that he was shaken to his very core.

To reach such a level of power, what kind of cultivation must one have endured?

"Supreme, do you truly intend to start a massacre? Once you strike, there will be no path for retreat!"

Xuanqing Star Lord shouted urgently, his voice laced with anxiety.

He could sense the killing intent radiating from Gu An. If this divine skill were unleashed, the long ladder would surely be drenched in blood, burdening Gu An with overwhelming karma.

Tian Hao appeared behind Li Ya. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open as he stared at the flourishing sword shadows above.

In that instant, the majestic sword shadows behind Gu An surged forward. A blinding sword light erupted as thousands of streaks of Sword Qi flew out like a torrential rain, sweeping past the Wushi faction and hurtling toward the Dao Guardians.

The pupils of Wanyin Demon Venerable, who stood at the front, dilated suddenly. He threw up his left hand, summoning a Black Cauldron from his palm. A black hole hovered above it, warping the space around him.

He tried to charge forward with the cauldron, but the speed of the sword shadows far outstripped his ability to react.

The Celestial Emperor standing before him found his vision blinded by the glittering sword light. Before he could even process a thought, he saw Wanyin Demon Venerable obliterated by the massive Sword Intent, his physical body turning to mist and his Demonic Qi vanishing instantly.

This Sword Intent was as vast and powerful as the Great Dao River, yet it carried a momentum that far surpassed the Great Dao.

It swept along the Creation Long Stairs, consuming row after row of Dao Guardians. Those at the rear turned pale with horror; they instinctively tried to fly away, but their speed was no match for the sweeping Sword Intent.

A single divine skill had silenced the chaos on the Creation Steps.

On Wushi’s side, everyone stared blankly at the scene below. Their hearts raced as absurd thoughts flickered through their minds while watching the fading sword light.

Had Ancestor Master Wushi truly wiped out every resistor with a single strike?

This...

The cultivation levels of the resistors below were numerous and profound—they wouldn't have dared to come otherwise—yet they were utterly helpless against Ancestor Master Wushi.

Suddenly, they understood the reason behind their master’s arrogant tone; he possessed the true capability to back it up.

And yet, such excessive power always breeds a sense of unease.

Even the Wushiji Disciples couldn't help but wonder: if even the Great Dao could not withstand their master, what would happen if he ever harbored evil intentions?

Despite their respect for Gu An, they felt concern; after all, people can change, and even the most composed can lose control.

When the sword light finally vanished, the Wushi faction sighed in relief to see that the Dao Guardians were still there.

Countless Dao Guardians remained on the Creation Steps, their faces masks of despair and their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

As the light died down, their bodies went limp, and they collapsed onto the steps like rolling waves—a truly extraordinary sight.

Great Powers from different Dao Universes, legendary prodigies, and Ancient Immortals and Gods all fell. They were horrified to realize that their cultivation was gone and their mana had been drained dry.

"He... he devoured our mana..."

A female cultivator looked up, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and hopelessness.

It had taken them countless years to reach their current heights, valuing their cultivation and Dao practice above all else. They could feel that not only had their mana vanished, but their Dao Fruit and Divine Soul had been siphoned away as well.

Even the Saint Realm Cultivation of a Saint was entirely consumed. Falling suddenly to the Mortal Realm was a fate more unbearable than death.

"The Great Dao did not lie; this man truly commits acts of devouring..."

"It is over; no one has the power to stop him now..."

"If he even devours the Great Dao..."

"Damn it, why is he so strong? Great Dao, please grant us more power!"

"This is the greatest catastrophe in history. We may have to sacrifice ourselves just to leave a shred of hope for those who come after."

The Dao Guardians were like a boiling pot, erupting into wails and arguments. Some had surrendered to fate, while others desperately searched for a solution.

Standing above, the Wushi faction felt heavy-hearted. Witnessing the state of the Dao Guardians, they felt a similar sense of despair by proxy.

Ji Xiaoyu turned to look at Gu An at the summit. He held his sword with an indifferent expression. Illuminated by the sword shadows behind him, his face was cast in shadow, making him look like a supreme ruler—cold and devoid of emotion.

"So, what is your true intention?"

Ji Xiaoyu wondered in confusion. Given the power Gu An had displayed, killing these enemies would have been easy. Why leave them alive to suffer?

Could it be that he already has a plan to deal with the Great Dao?