Chapter 638 The South Heaven Gate Becomes the Execution Platform

The violent impact and roaring currents exerted a force capable of shattering the earth upon Wei Yuan's entire body. Even his physique, tempered by thunder and fire, felt torn apart. Had he not cultivated a portion of Buzhou Mountain God's physical form, Wei Yuan would likely have been severely injured.

Gonggong struck Buzhou Mountain.

Now, he, a half-disciple of Buzhou Mountain God, was facing Gonggong.

Could this be considered karma and a karmic debt?

Wei Yuan mocked inwardly. The tiger-shaped sword in his hand hummed, like a tiger's roar.

One sword, Hometown!

The concept of space was fused into one, making this sword invariably hit its mark.

The once strongest sword move instantly annihilated all water within a radius of several hundred meters, creating a momentary vacuum. He spun and unleashed the sword, drawing upon the Kunlun Sword Art obtained from the Kunlun Mountain God, Kai Ming. The most esteemed sword in the human realm trembled, covered in a force capable of cleaving the sea.

Wei Yuan slashed down, and the Gonggong before him was cut in two at the waist.

Then, it transformed into waves.

Gonggong broke free from the constraints of spatial concepts.

Wei Yuan's pupils constricted. Above him, Gonggong wrapped his arms around himself, raised his right leg, and slammed it down, striking Wei Yuan's neck directly. The instantaneous explosive force shook the four seas. Wei Yuan spat out blood, and his entire body crashed into the waves like a meteor.

The water god Gonggong, when reincarnated as a human, was a powerful figure of his era.

Alongside Emperor Zhuanxu, they were a civil and military pair.

Today, beneath the East Sea, another deep-sea rift valley was created.

Limitless seawater poured down. Wei Yuan knelt on one knee on the seabed, his right arm raised to protect his neck. The Longhu Mountain tiger-shaped sword scabbard, which had been enshrined for over a thousand years, shattered. His right arm bone was cracked by the impact. Qi and blood surged, rapidly repairing the injury.

He instantly suppressed the instinctive pain and tried to react.

But in that instant, when he looked up, Gonggong's cold eyes were already before him.

"Your reaction,"

"Is too slow."

Gonggong spread his fingers, grabbed Wei Yuan's head, and slammed it heavily into the ground.

Then, with terrifying speed, he traversed a hundred miles in an instant. Wei Yuan's head was buried in the ground, constantly impacting the seabed, tearing apart the ocean. Finally, spinning around, and accompanied by a massive storm that had formed outside, Gonggong slammed him into the depths of the earth.

One of the ten great peaks of the Age of Gods.

Even Bai Ze and Zhang Ruosu, who had immense faith in Wei Yuan, only hoped that he would:

Survive.

Endless waves and surging currents obscured his vision. Gonggong indifferently overlooked the scene below, suddenly sensing something amiss. He punched out, causing a violent explosion. A sword qi was shattered in front of him, and the tiger-shaped sword spun out. The next moment, the earth erupted violently, and the qi of thunder and fire stirred the deep-sea volcano beneath the earth.

The violent power of nature transformed into a sword.

Rising into the sky.

Using thunder and fire as the sword, its power alone exceeded that of the previous detonation on Sakura Island. Gonggong's cheek was grazed, leaving a wound. His eyes were indifferent. He gathered strength in his right hand and slammed it down, causing the water of the four seas to surge and extinguish the volcano directly.

He grabbed Wei Yuan's head and slammed it down hard.

At the same time, he raised his right leg and slammed his knee heavily into Wei Yuan's chin.

Wei Yuan's pupils lost focus.

Gonggong's expression was indifferent. He tossed him aside like trash, clenched his fist, and transformed endless currents into a javelin, which he slammed down, piercing Wei Yuan's throat. The next moment, Wei Yuan's body disintegrated into ashes, while another figure appeared behind Gonggong.

A face of madness, an expression of determination.

Seventy-two Earthly Fiends, Avatar.

Wei Yuan's right leg lashed out like a whip, but Gonggong raised his hand and caught it.

He spun him around and slammed him down heavily.

Then, he bent his elbow and slammed it down hard.

The four seas shook, and all the coastal nations were affected. Wei Yuan, forcibly contending with one of the Ten Greats, had blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth. Yet, Gonggong's expression remained cold and indifferent. The power of his punches was no different from the beginning, as if he intended to beat Wei Yuan to death with his fists.

Even though Wei Yuan had completely surpassed his past self, he faced only death against Gonggong. In the past, King Yu needed to join forces with countless heroes to contend with Gonggong. The gap between the Ten Greats could not be bridged with courage alone. Wei Yuan crossed his arms, resisting desperately.

Delaying for time with his life.

He was betting on one thing now—

Whether Wei Yuan would die first.

Or whether reinforcements would arrive first.

Gonggong understood this as well, but he remained unhurried, displaying the domineering and composure of a celestial being, as well as the pride of a warrior, disdaining to respond to such tactics, simply throwing himself into the battle.

He punched out again, heavily.

Wei Yuan countered with a sword, neither dodging nor retreating, courageous and mad, meeting the attack head-on.

After a violent impact.

Wei Yuan's left arm snapped.

The tiger-shaped sword from the Divine Sub-Weapon of China, the Twin Dragon and Tiger Swords.

Shattered.

Gonggong…

The tall man, surrounded by ten thousand waters, had an indifferent expression, like Emperor Jun beneath the starry sky, or Fuxi, who turned his back on all living beings, or Nuwa, who created all things.

Completely unscathed.

……………………

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu settled the ferocious beast and walked out. The Lady of the Lake was still there, pursing her lips and handing him something—a jade bottle containing a special emerald-colored liquid. She carefully reached out and tugged at Zhang Ruosu's sleeve, stammering:

"...Little Daoist, can you not go down the mountain?"

Clearly, Zhang Ruosu looked much older than the Lady of the Lake.

But the beautiful Lady of the Lake was still accustomed to the term from her youth.

She raised the jade bottle in her hand, stammering:

"…If you drink this, I can take you to the Land of the Fairies."

"The Land of the Fairies is outside the human realm. We can close the connection between the worlds and then let the Land of the Fairies leave this world and go to the outer side of the world. That way, even that water god won't come looking for us, right?"

"I can take you back, and we can continue to play the things we did over a hundred years ago. If you like, I can find you more interesting places, and more…"

She stammered, but the aged Daoist before her simply watched her quietly.

Finally, the Lady of the Lake choked up, "Don't go…"

She raised her head, her eyes like the purest jewels in the world, carrying the power to reflect the future of fate: "I see… after you go down the mountain, you'll never come back. Don't go… please?"

The old man sighed,

"Vivian, didn't you say you liked heroes who save the world the most?"

"Why do you want me to be a coward now?"

The Lady of the Lake pursed her lips and said nothing, tears falling in large drops, blurring her vision. Through the blurred vision, she could clearly see the handsome young swordsman. Zhang Ruosu quietly glanced at the Daoist sect over there, seeing the powerless Tiannü Ba and Xuannü.

Finally, the old man hesitated and reached out his hand.

In the Lady of the Lake's blurred vision, it was as if the dashing young swordsman patted her head as he had done in the past, his voice gentle: "Don't say any more. There's no reason for the disciples to go down the mountain to face death while the master secretly runs away to save his own life. Besides, we are the only ones who can't escape."

"Absolutely not."

The old Daoist said gently: "Beneath our feet is Shenzhou, where else can we go?"

"Hahahaha, good, a good 'Beneath our feet is Shenzhou'!"

"I didn't expect that the Celestial God Gengchen would actually be like a mortal!"

A loud laugh rang out. Zhang Ruosu seemed to have expected it. He slowly turned around. Above Longhu Mountain, in the sky, a remnant figure suddenly crashed down, a man shrouded in gray robes standing on top of the golden pillar of luck.

A power that transcended ordinary gods, surpassing authority, unfolded.

Chaos, one of the Four Fiends, and the only one besides Taotie still alive.

"Gengchen!"

Chaos, who had been injured by Wei Yuan before, said calmly: "It's time to settle this final karma."

The Big Dipper governs death, and the seven stars determine fate.

Having been killed six times by special formations, this seventh time represented the complete fall of Yinglong Gengchen. Chaos lowered his body. The white-haired old Daoist held the dragon-shaped sword from the Longhu Swords in his right hand, his Daoist robe fluttering slightly behind him. With a calm and indifferent expression, he slowly raised his sword.

"However, this humble Daoist believes that you may not be able to get your wish."

"Heh, then let's see…"

Chaos sneered calmly. On this Longhu Mountain, perhaps a battle between gods was about to unfold, between Chaos, the most unpredictable of the Four Fiends, and the willing-to-come, number one martial god of Kunlun, or perhaps it would be a battle between a fiend god and a human.

The Lady of the Lake retreated step by step, leaving the battlefield to avoid becoming Zhang Ruosu's weakness.

The old Daoist held the sword in his right hand, the long sword held horizontally in front of him. He flicked his left hand, and the long sword scabbard hummed, flying out directly and knocking a figure out of the shadows. Then, he grasped the imitation tiger-shaped sword from Longhu Mountain with his left hand, the two swords crossing. Those aged eyes were like a soaring dragon stepping out.

Anger and calmness coexisted.

Sword qi crisscrossed.

Chaos was shocked and took a step back. The edge of the sword qi grazed his brow, the oppressive force terrifyingly powerful. It could only be said that he was indeed the reincarnation of the former number one martial god of Kunlun. Chaos raised his hand, a long spear as black as night in his palm, like a poisonous dragon, breaking through layers of sword qi.

The old Daoist's face was calm, and the Twin Dragon and Tiger Swords were wielded horizontally and vertically.

The qi of dragon and tiger came surging, and Chaos held a long spear, wielding the spear techniques of the ancient God era, also possessing extremely powerful qi. The old Daoist seemed to finally be able to fight with all his might, the entire Longhu Mountain shrouded in majestic sword qi and mana.

The spear techniques of a god clashed with the Twin Dragon and Tiger Swords, with no clear winner for a time.

Zhang Ruosu's swordsmanship had surpassed Zhang Daoling.

In a daze, they were not two swords, but a dragon and a tiger, roaring and chanting around the old man.

Suddenly, a sword flowed.

Chaos's expression changed, and he held the spear horizontally. The magic sword grazed his shoulder, and in an instant, the other sword had already cut through his waist. Above the sky, lightning flashed, but the old man's aura remained calm and relaxed, unhurried.

The most powerful magic spells in Shenzhou were thunder spells.

The strongest cultivators were sword cultivators.

And standing at the peak of both sword cultivation and thunder were the:

Dragon Tiger Celestial Masters.

In his youth, he traversed the world, killing and suppressing without end. After inheriting the Celestial Master position, he sealed his sword for a hundred years, cultivating his mind and body. His aura had reached its peak. Each breath was a world unto itself. He took nothing and plucked nothing, meaning there was almost no loss. As long as he was willing, he would always be at his peak.

A golden elixir swallowed, breaking through the gate of life and death.

He was the only Daoist cultivator to reach this realm.

One sword was cut, and another immediately followed. Holding the swords in both hands, lightness and heaviness were at his whim, unpredictable. Although there was only one person, it was as if more than several people were attacking and moving at the same time, and the sword moves complemented each other, making the oppressive force simply astonishing.

Chaos's aura visibly weakened, while Zhang Ruosu remained the same.

The sword's edge grazed the spear shaft, and lightning and black flames intertwined.

Chaos gripped the spear in both hands, feeling the pressure, and chuckled coldly: "As expected of Gengchen…"

At this moment, the old Daoist whipped out his leg, slamming his right foot heavily on Chaos's shoulder, sending him crashing down. He clenched his fingers, and accompanied by a low chant, a cyan dragon qi surged and appeared in the sky, the aura oppressing all living beings and causing fear in their hearts.

The old man's white hair flowed, and as his cultivation was constantly stimulated,

White hair and white beard, but other than that, the wrinkles on his face gradually disappeared.

A true Daoist cultivator: hair like an old man, skin like a youth, white hair and a ruddy complexion, breathing like an infant.

Coupled with the self-contained world above the realm and the devouring of the golden elixir.

One by one, external manifestations that only existed in the Daoist classics appeared.

Finally, he slashed down with one sword. Chaos's spear was actually shattered, but at this time, a triumphant smile appeared on his face, "So powerful, as expected, it's you, Gengchen."

"Number one martial god of Kunlun, formidable!"

Raising his left hand to block the sword's edge, Chaos ignored his own blood, and suddenly, near Longhu Mountain, different auras appeared again. Chaos sneered, "However, it ends here. The so-called Ten Directions Array was used this time to bury you, and it took everything we had."

A full number of gods' auras appeared on Longhu Mountain at the same time.

Locking down the ten directions.

Zhang Ruosu's mind was unwavering, and the Dragon Tiger Sword in his palm crisscrossed. With so many opponents attacking at the same time, the old man's feet formed a circle, and his swordsmanship did not fall behind. At his level, he could rely on the terrain and swordsmanship to ensure that only one opponent was fighting him at the same time.

Chaos exhaled and stood in the sky, his fingers crossed.

In the sky, a huge chaotic aura appeared, like a scar in the sky.

"Zhang Ruosu."

He shouted loudly:

"Make a decision!"

A mocking sneer appeared on Chaos's face. He clenched his fingers, and this force, enough to annihilate a city in an instant, was thrown out towards the nearby city, and without a doubt, the old Daoist instantly swept toward it, just like the previous six times.

Yinglong ah…

Chaos murmured in a low voice, a golden pillar of luck that pierced the sky and earth appeared from the cracks.

As one of the Four Fiends, the true power, the mythical concept exchanged for guarding a territory, this time, he actually directly brought his pillar of luck to the human world, regardless of the consequences and backlash. Chaos's position rose rapidly, directly reaching the level of mastering mythical concepts, and it was combat-oriented.

A cold light swept toward Zhang Ruosu's back.

The old man forcibly stopped Chaos's attack on the human world, and then at the last moment, he instantly turned around and drew his sword, the dragon and tiger roaring, blocking this cold light. His eyes were clear and calm, but at this time, the tiger-shaped sword in his left hand suddenly trembled and hummed.

This was an imitation.

Under the old man's gaze, in his sigh, cracks appeared on the tiger-shaped sword, and then, in this fierce confrontation, it turned into dust. Zhang Ruosu of Longhu Mountain, in this confrontation, seemed to be defeated by the material of the long sword itself.

Chaos laughed loudly.

……………………

The Lady of the Lake suddenly stepped forward, her eyes widened, her palms trembling.

'Child, what you will be like in the future, your master may not be able to see.'

On Longhu Mountain more than a hundred years ago, a middle-aged man stood with his back to the child behind him.

'You are willing to inherit the incense of my Zhang family, which is not bad, but have you thought about what you want to be called…'

'While I'm still alive, it's good to give you a name in advance.'

On Longhu Mountain, the golden lotus of luck that had always been budding slowly bloomed, and such a treasure had a simplest requirement, that it would always only move for the luck of the human race, and it would move with the emergence of talents.

Zhang Ruosu's clothes fluttered backwards, and the formation appeared on his brow, and on his body, like flames, but it did not erupt and tear apart his soul like in the past, but slowly disappeared. White hair and white beard, restrained eyes, Chaos's expression solidified, the old Daoist released his left hand, and the fragments of the tiger-shaped sword fell.

Cracks also appeared on the dragon-shaped sword.

"You…!!!"

"The formation is useless?"

Chaos finally reacted: "You are not Gengchen?!"

The old Daoist lowered his eyes:

"Gengchen… are you talking about the one who has been in this old Daoist's mind since I was a child?"

"!!!"

Zhang Ruosu raised his hand and said calmly: "I have known since I was a child that I am the unparalleled genius of the Daoist sect."

"I grasped the sword at the age of three, practiced the sword at the age of five, and defeated the patriarch on Longhu Mountain at the age of nine."

"And when I was sixteen, before I went down the mountain, I slashed myself with a sword…"

The Lady of the Lake's expression froze slightly, and she suddenly recalled what happened more than 130 years ago.

The sword wound on the young swordsman's body that had almost pierced through his entire body.

At that time, no matter how much she asked, he did not say a word.

Chaos roared, "You are not Gengchen, then whose reincarnation are you?!"

At this moment, the true Daoist cultivator stepped forward, his fingers slightly clenched. Chaos's pupils contracted because he had used all his moves, thinking he had succeeded. Between heaven and earth, the heavenly court formation accumulated by generations of true cultivators unfolded, and boundless flames burned and climbed frantically on that Daoist.

Holding his fingers diagonally, his white hair flying, he gently stepped forward.

"It's finally a skill I managed to trick them into using, it's much easier than a game."

Then the Daoist raised his left hand, the Three Purities fingers standing in front of his chest, and said in a flat tone:

"Cut off the previous life."

"Do not seek the next life."

"This humble Daoist is Zhang Ruosu of Longhu Mountain, a member of the human race."

Wearing straw sandals, he stepped into the void, his sleeves slightly raised.

"If I can't kill you all in three moves, this humble Daoist will commit suicide on the spot."

More than one hundred and forty years ago.

A young child kowtowed, his voice clear:

"Disciple will be Zhang Ruosu, sweeping away the world!"

Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Ruosu!

There are many landscapes on Longhu Mountain, the highest of which is called Tianmen Mountain, which the disciples commonly call the South Heaven Gate, and it faces the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion from a distance. The highest point is 1,300 meters, which is said to be where Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain ascended to the heavenly court. Many emperors came to visit.

It is one of the famous landscapes of Longhu Mountain, and it shares the same name as the Zhengyi Daoist sect.

Today, Tianmen Mountain has lost the scenery of the South Heaven Gate.

A hideous and terrifying rift valley was added, which later generations called:

South Heaven Gate, the Execution Platform.

ps: Today's second update…………

The previous chapter was about bringing what Wei Yuan wanted over, not saying that he was Gengchen himself.

Zhang Ruosu's wound that pierced his body is in section 20 of chapter 622.