Under the gaze of Gu Xiechen's Samsara Eye of Reincarnation, a wisp of the Rule of Thunder was actually hidden within these thirty-three segments of silver steel whip. If not for the inferior quality of the refined materials, if not for the weakness of the formations inscribed within, this steel whip alone would already qualify as a Xiantian Lingbao-grade treasure merely by virtue of that sliver of the Rule of Thunder.

However, as the material and the formations were indeed too weak, when the whip struck down, although it summoned tens of thousands of water-vat-thick bolts of thunder that crackled and roared down upon Gu Xiechen, the thunder’s might was insufficient—far from enough.

Gu Juechen was paralyzed with shock, his eyes wide at the sky full of surging thunder-fire and blinding electric glare. Each bolt of light was powerful enough to obliterate a Taiyi Golden Immortal-level existence with ease. With his mere peak Heavenly Immortal cultivation, facing such lightning, Gu Juechen felt an illusion that his flesh and soul were about to be crushed by the sheer pressure emanating from the dazzling arcs.

Before the lightning even reached him, simply by watching the overwhelmingly magnificent thunder-light, Gu Juechen felt as if he were already a dead man.

Dully lifting his head, Gu Juechen let out a heart-rending ‘final scream.’

The scream abruptly ceased because Gu Xiechen scornfully lifted a single little finger. The myriad thunderbolts, as if attracted by a magnet, crackled and converged upon the tip of his finger, where they were effortlessly absorbed entirely by that single digit.

Staring dumbly at Gu Wuchen’s finger, on which the color of the skin hadn't changed in the slightest, Gu Juechen intuitively recognized the chasm between himself and Gu Xiechen. It was the difference between heaven and earth, the distinction between an immortal and an ant. This was not a gap that could be overcome by diligent cultivation; it was an insurmountable gulf born from the convergence of luck, destiny, karmic affinity, opportunity, and other external conditions, gathering the essence of heaven and earth into one being.

The last shred of unease in Gu Juechen’s heart was shattered by the onslaught of thunder. A definitive belief was forged in his soul: if they followed Gu Xiechen, the Gu Clan would become renowned across the Three Realms, prospering, growing stronger, and seeing their descendants flourish! The middle-aged man in the void, failing his strike, grew increasingly enraged. A dazzling burst of thunder suddenly erupted from his body, spreading rapidly over a hundred miles before swiftly contracting inward. It gathered in his hand to form a thunder-sphere the size of a human head. Slowly bringing the sphere closer to the steel whip in his hand, the middle-aged man sneered, "Brat, you are finished! No matter who harmed my beloved..."

Gu Xiechen, standing beside Gu Juechen, suddenly vanished. Gu Juechen stood shoulder-to-shoulder with where Gu Xiechen had been, yet he hadn't clearly perceived how Gu Xiechen disappeared.

A fist suddenly pierced through the center of the middle-aged man's chest, utterly shattering his heart and his pride, instantly extinguishing all life force within his body. Every single cell of the man’s body began to disintegrate, his divine soul rapidly transforming into a wisp of smoke by a swirl of ashen-white Taiyin Profound Flame, his life imprint completely annihilated. In the blink of an eye, his physical body dispersed into countless fine particles.

The thunder-sphere continued to flash. Gu Wuchen dispersed it with one punch and casually snatched the steel whip into his hand.

Casting a cold glance at the whip, Gu Wuchen conjured a pillar of pitch-black fire from thin air. He carefully tossed the steel whip into the flame to be slowly scorched, while thousands of variously shaped, refined metal ingots materialized around him.

The tens of thousands of immortals brought by the middle-aged man stared dumbfounded at Gu Xiechen. Their bodies trembled violently, like the last leaves clinging to a dead branch in the autumn wind. These immortals first felt shock, then panic, and finally, their gazes filled with a desperate madness.

Not even bothering to glance at these immortals, Gu Xiechen continued his work, tossing the Xiantian materials imbued with pure Yang attributes and trace elements of Heavenly Thunder into the black fire pillar, melting them together with the steel whip into a mass of pure liquid. As he busily imprinted seals onto the deep purple mixture, he stated coldly, "If you don't leave now, all of you will die!"

The tens of thousands of immortals stared fixedly at Gu Xiechen, then suddenly let out a unified roar, charging toward him like rabid dogs.

Gu Juechen cried out, "Xiechen, you killed the eldest son of the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable! By the rules of the True Cultivation Hall, if these immortals cannot kill you, they will all be executed collectively! They are fighting with their lives, so be caref—" Before the word 'careful' had fully left his mouth, Gu Xiechen merely waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies.

With a roar, a stretch of land spanning a thousand miles appeared out of nowhere in the void. The tens of thousands of True Cultivation Hall immortals, ranging from Golden Immortals to peak Taiyi Golden Immortals, were swallowed whole by the manifested true form of the Demonic Devouring Dragon. The dragon's mouth secreted massive amounts of viscous black saliva, rapidly dissolving the bodies and protective artifacts of the tens of thousands of immortals, which it then contentedly swallowed as a spiritual feast.

Sighing contentedly, the Demonic Devouring Dragon retracted its true form, transforming into a towering man three zhang high, who patted his belly with satisfaction. "Sect Master, why don't we just wipe out the True Cultivation Hall? Heh, after I've consumed all the men and defiled all the women to serve as mothers for my bloodline, how about that arrangement?"

Gu Xiechen continued to busy himself tossing metal ingots into the black fire pillar, continuously executing hand seals.

Hearing the words of the Demonic Devouring Dragon, Gu Wuchen spoke faintly, "Send someone to deliver a message to the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable of the True Cultivation Hall. Tell him to come here to apologize in three steps, bowing once at each step. If the True Cultivation Hall opens their Primordial Spirit to my restraint, the Hall can survive as a vassal state of the Nine Nether Dao!"

Glancing up at the excited, fist-pumping Demonic Devouring Dragon, Gu Wuchen said coldly, "Tell the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable that I crippled his eldest grandson and killed his eldest son. He either agrees to my terms or brings every soldier the True Cultivation Hall has in the mortal realm to seek vengeance!"

He pointed toward the Gu Estate and stated calmly, "I will wait for him here for seven days. If he does not arrive within seven days, I will issue a decree to all immortals in the mortal realm, proclaiming that the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable cowers like a turtle, ignoring the death of his son!"

The Demonic Devouring Dragon, relishing the impending chaos, puffed out his chest and replied, hurrying to conjure a gust of wind and shoot toward the sky, cheerfully rushing toward the True Cultivation Hall garrison. As he sped away, he roared loudly, "No one tries to snatch him from me! Hahaha, I’ll go slaughter a few first for my own satisfaction!"

Gu Juechen and the other members of the Gu Clan watched the rapidly departing Demonic Devouring Dragon with awe, unable to comprehend his courage. After all, the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable was one of the renowned powerhouses in the Immortal Realm. Gu Xiechen had the qualifications to oppose him, yet the Demonic Devouring Dragon, a disciple of the Nine Nether Dao, rushed to deliver such a declaration of war—one guaranteed to enrage the Heavenly Venerable—was he not afraid of death?

Gu Xiechen ignored what Gu Juechen and the others were thinking; he was carefully manipulating the flames to smelt the Xiantian materials, slowly forging them into a strange, long whip with forty-nine segments, four feet and nine inches long, making its total length, including the one-foot-eight-inch hilt, six feet and seven inches.

Each section of the whip was inscribed with nine talismanic runes, and at the core of every rune was an ancient divine character representing the commanding power of thunder over heaven and earth. Hundreds of these talismans were linked by one thousand and eighty Grand Formations of Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire within the whip, coalescing into a perfect whole.

After Gu Xiechen drove the final spiritual seal into the long whip, the black flames instantly retracted, and a stream of chilling, frosty fire erupted out of nowhere, bathing the semi-molten whip. Immediately, the sound of crackling thunder howled as the whip suddenly gained a faint layer of profound ice, followed by countless fine electrical sparks that shattered the ice into powder.

The single wisp of the Rule of Thunder originally inside the whip transformed into a brilliant, violet-blue thunder bead that shot out from the whip’s interior, soaring straight up into the sky.

Innumerable bolts of lightning swept in from all directions, rapidly merging into this thunder bead. Gu Xiechen’s immense divine sense controlled the flow of wind and cloud across the entire planet. Boundless hurricanes howled, and clouds stretching for tens of thousands of miles were rolled up and surged toward the location. The turbulent winds whipped the clouds into a frenzy, creating a sky full of immense thunderous roars, with lightning bolts hundreds of miles thick flashing rapidly.

Gu Juechen and the others were struck dumb by the phenomenon caused by Gu Wuchen. Even Gu Juechen and Gu Yuru, both at the peak of Heavenly Immortal rank, had never witnessed such unbelievable divine power and magic!

Hanging high in the void, Gu Xiechen resembled a Thunder God descending, with countless arcs of lightning flashing around him, yet not a single one dared truly approach him.

All the light was sucked dry by that tiny thunder bead, which gradually grew from the size of a chicken egg to a goose egg, then to a fist, before finally expanding into a colossal mass of thunder-light spanning a hundred miles, suspended high in the air. Countless lightning arcs circled and flashed rapidly around this mass of light. The dense thunderous noise shook the ground until it vibrated; the large mountain behind the Gu Estate finally could not withstand the incessant tremors, breaking in half mid-slope, sending massive clouds of rock dust and sand surging into the air.

Heaven and earth grew dim, and even the light of the thunder became obscure and indistinct.

Gu Xiechen formed a hand seal and pointed at the mass of thunder-light in the void. The light roared downward, instantly condensing into an ancient, solemn thunder talisman that radiated a fierce pressure, slowly merging into the long whip. The strange long whip let out a resonant boom, as if a rigid corpse had finally gained a soul. Purple light, like water ripples, coiled and flowed around its body, making it utterly spiritual and impossible to look away from.

Tapping the whip lightly with his finger, Gu Xiechen nodded in satisfaction.

Descending to the ground on a cloud, Gu Xiechen handed the whip to the dumbfounded Gu Juechen.

"Lucky break. That steel whip actually contained an embedded Rule of Thunder, but the quality of the whip was too poor to unleash its true power. After I refined it, this steel whip can now be considered a Xiantian-grade magical artifact. As the Grand Elder of the Gu Family, you can’t exactly disgrace us when you go out, can you?"

Before Gu Juechen could react, Gu Xiechen crushed the tip of his finger and smeared Gu Juechen’s blood onto the whip, helping him refine it. Because it was refined by Gu Juechen’s own hands, the whip was easily and completely consecrated by him.

Gu Juechen’s body trembled. For the sake of a single Golden Cloud Crown, the Gu Family had nearly been annihilated. This demonstrated the supreme rarity of Xiantian items.

Yet Gu Wuchen casually crafted a Xiantian-grade magical artifact and gifted it away so casually. This further and more profoundly reinforced Gu Juechen’s understanding of Gu Xiechen’s magical prowess, divine abilities, and immense power.

The surrounding Gu Clan members watched the steel whip with beaming smiles, their eyes seemingly capable of spitting fire. They were truly overjoyed. This was a Xiantian-grade magical artifact brimming with ferocious offensive power. With this whip and the Golden Cloud Crown, the Gu Family’s strength had increased manifold.

Gu Juechen solemnly accepted the whip, holding it flat against his chest. He looked at Gu Xiechen with great seriousness and said, "Please, Wuchen, you must give it a name."

Frowning and scratching his head, Gu Xiechen said casually, "It’s nothing much, really. Compared to Xiantian Supreme Treasures like the Pangu Banner or the Immortal Slaying Formation, this thing is rather low quality. But it is, after all, a Xiantian-grade artifact. Well, the Gu Family’s lightning-summoning steel whip shall be named the Gu Thunder Whip."

The Gu Family’s lightning-summoning steel whip shall be named the Gu Thunder Whip! This answer choked the solemn Gu Juechen, who couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

However, he was unaware that this naming convention would actually become a Gu Family tradition in later years. All the famous artifacts of the Gu Family were named things like the Gu Thunder Whip, the Gu Ice Saber, the Gu Fire Sword—straightforward to the point of being simple, yet cheeky to the extreme.

With a wry smile, Gu Juechen reluctantly accepted the name Gu Thunder Whip. He was utterly speechless. The extreme excitement warring with the extreme absurdity made his mind dizzy; he truly had no recourse against Gu Xiechen.

Suddenly, a coarse, distant sound echoed from the void. The Demonic Devouring Dragon roared, "Sect Master, brothers, a pack of mad dogs is chasing us from behind! Hahaha, I’ve had such a blast killing these past few days! Hahaha, I ate people all the way back! Wonderful, wonderful! I also managed to 'handle' the Fifth Granddaughter of the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable along the way, hahaha, satisfying!"

The facial muscles of Gu Juechen and the Gu Clan members twitched. What kind of people were these? They were being pursued by the army of the True Cultivation Hall, yet they fought their way back? Even the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable couldn't handle him?

Especially hearing from his words that he had abducted the Heavenly Venerable's granddaughter in the chaos? And had done that to her? The Demonic Devouring Dragon immediately acquired several fierce labels. The Gu Clan members were certainly going to keep their distance from him, absolutely not offend him, and ideally, avoid any connection with him altogether.

Right behind the Demonic Devouring Dragon, the darkening sky suddenly shattered with a loud Huo La sound, turning half the void into a pitch-black hole. A streak of violet-gold brilliant light flashed rapidly within the blackness. Two colossal banners, each spanning a hundred miles in area, swept out of the violet-gold light. An old man with the appearance of an immortal, riding a four-horned celestial deer and wielding a brightly shining immortal sword, pursued angrily in the wake of the banners.

Behind the old man were countless figures layered one upon another, each emanating soaring treasure auras and dazzling light—all accomplished True Immortals of the True Cultivation Hall, all esteemed high-ranking Daoists under the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable. As soon as these immortals appeared, they charged down toward the ground, their various immortal arts and spells sweeping down like a storm.

The two massive banners, each a hundred miles wide, shuddered violently, instantly turning the void as if the Heavenly River were pouring backward. Two brilliant streaks of starlight, accompanied by roaring waves, charged straight down. The momentum was like the fury of the Four Dragon Kings of the Sea, dragging up the water veins of all the seas and pouring them down from the heavens—a force capable of destroying the heavens and obliterating every living thing on the planet where the Gu Clan resided.

The old immortal charging at the forefront, riding his celestial deer, threw his sword, which transformed into a cyan dragon covered in countless sword energies, slamming straight toward the back of the Demonic Devouring Dragon. The old immortal gritted his teeth and roared with intense malice, cursing the eighteenth generation of the Demonic Devouring Dragon’s ancestors with the foulest language imaginable! The Demonic Devouring Dragon fled miserably, rapidly descending through the void, desperately trying to evade the pursuing dragon. His current cultivation was that of a mid-grade Daluo Golden Immortal, and his physical body was extraordinarily tough, yet even so, he dared not truly endure the full, enraged strike from the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable—a potent attack capable of destroying an entire star system. How could he dare to receive it?

Gu Xiechen chuckled lightly. The three corpses of his primordial spirit erupted overhead, and the Chaos Bell swept out a streak of black light, shooting straight into the void.

Dong, dong, dong—three bell tolls shattered all the celestial spells and curses, and the surging primordial energy of heaven and earth was swallowed by the Chaos Bell. Even the sword strike unleashed with all his might by the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable was tightly entangled by two streams of dragon-like black energy spewed from the Chaos Bell.

Gu Xiechen’s main body flashed, instantly appearing behind the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable like a phantom.

He pointed a finger, and the Sentient Seal, refined from the true form of the Black Stone Ancestor, swept out with a gust of foul wind. The fist-sized Sentient Seal tore through the void, reaching the back of the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable in a blink.

Pitiably, the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable had focused all his attention on the Demonic Devouring Dragon and the Chaos Bell. When he sensed the ominous chill attacking from behind, he instinctively threw out a protective immortal light and released a protective immortal artifact.

It was a supreme-grade immortal artifact shaped like a cyan umbrella, clearly refined with great care by a Daluo Golden Immortal proficient in artifact crafting. As the cyan umbrella appeared, countless cyan lotus flowers erupted behind the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable, densely protecting his back.

The Sentient Seal descended with a piercing whistle. The countless cyan lotuses shattered instantly. The cyan umbrella proved even more fragile, collapsing and spraying apart like a bowl of tofu pudding struck by Mount Tai.

With a snap, the Sentient Seal slammed heavily onto the back of the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable, its immense weight piercing through his body, turning his flesh into a wisp of light smoke. Immeasurable Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Qi transformed into a terrifying divine soul attack that blasted in. The divine soul of the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable, which had just flown out of his body, was struck by countless black and yellow lightning arcs and immediately turned to ash.

The momentum of the Sentient Seal unabated, it blasted toward the two massive banners, shattering them—which held great power—like reflections in a mirror. The thousands of immortals controlling these banners cried out in agony as they were instantly pulverized by the fierce power stirred up by the Sentient Seal.

Gu Xiechen reversed his hand, recalling the Sentient Seal, and carelessly tossed it toward the densest concentration of True Cultivation Hall immortals.

The Sentient Seal immediately transformed into a mountain spanning dozens of miles, roaring as it crashed down. The black and yellow strong light spewing from beneath the Sentient Seal instantly caused the flesh of nearly two hundred thousand immortals to shatter, their divine souls also turning into wisps of light smoke and drifting away.

In a single strike, two hundred thousand immortals were reduced to dust.

The Gu Clan members were dazzled, and many even sank to the ground with weak legs.

The immortals of the True Cultivation Hall had always seemed so lofty and inviolable to the Gu Clan.

Yet today, under Gu Xiechen’s hand, these incomparably powerful immortals of the True Cultivation Hall were slaughtered like chicks, wantonly butchered! Yes, it was a slaughter, a completely one-sided massacre. These immortals were trying their utmost to retaliate against Gu Xiechen, but their attacks merely sparked a few flashes when they hit him, unable even to break the skin on Gu Xiechen’s face.

When a mid-grade Daluo Golden Immortal exerted all his strength to unleash an immortal lightning strike—a barrage of three hundred and sixty purple-green Annihilation Immortal Lightning bolts, fierce as rampaging dragons—that struck Gu Wuchen’s face, yet only resulted in a large burst of firelight, without even singeing a single hair on Gu Wuchen’s head, the True Cultivation Hall immortals were utterly filled with despair.

With the Pangu True Body internally and the Profound Yellow Indestructible Armor externally, Xiechen’s physical body was monstrously powerful. Not to mention Daluo Golden Immortals, even God-level Great Sages would find it difficult to harm his body. At this moment, Gu Xiechen truly stood above the vast majority of immortals; ordinary immortals lacked even the qualification to be his opponent.

Moreover, with the Sentient Seal, the Chaos Bell, the Taiyin Profound Pearl, and the Sun Profound Pearl—several Xiantian Supreme Treasures he had personally forged—appended to him, perhaps no one in the entire Three Realms and Nine Heavens possessed the qualification to fight Gu Xiechen!

As for treasures like the Pangu Banner and the Wind-Fire Cushion, Gu Xiechen currently didn't even need to borrow them! There was simply no practical use for them! From a distance came a sorrowful dragon roar. The sword-dragon strike unleashed by the Seven Cultivator Heavenly Venerable was forcibly swallowed by the Chaos Bell. A torrent of black and white chaotic airflow began to shred it, tearing the immensely powerful sword-dragon into pieces, turning it into nourishment for the Chaos Bell.

The combined strike of Gu Xiechen’s three primordial corpses caused the Chaos Bell to suddenly transform into a gigantic bell a hundred miles high, with a base diameter of a hundred miles. Vast black mist spewed from the bell’s mouth with a dull roar. Over two hundred thousand immortals screamed as they were sucked into the black mist, their accompanying magical artifacts along with them, completely devoured by the Chaos Bell.

Before a being of the Hongmeng level like Gu Wuchen, immortals below the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal rank were mere casual kills. Other immortals were nothing more than ants; what use were they other than to provide sustenance for the Chaos Bell?

The immortals of the True Cultivation Hall were thrown into panic; their desperate, shrill screams filled the air as they fled in terror in every direction.

But how could Gu Wuchen permit them to escape?

The Seal of All Beings struck down relentlessly, while the Chaos Bell unleashed its power to devour everything. In the blink of an eye, ninety-nine percent of the immortals who had rushed to the True Cultivation Hall perished.

The Chaos Bell, having indulged its appetite, released a plume of black mist—to the dazzled and awestruck gaze of the Gu Clan members—and swallowed one of the twin stars at the heart of the planetary system whole. The massive star flickered with an insignificant, candle-like glimmer for a moment against the gaping maw of the Chaos Bell before being completely digested.

"Heavens above!" Gu Juechen and Gu Yuru nearly collapsed to the ground, their adoration mirroring the awe they directed at Gu Wuchen as they cried out in unison.

That was a star, a celestial body brimming with infinite energy! And in Gu Wuchen's hands, it was dismissed so casually?

Gu Xechen narrowed his eyes. After brutally annihilating ninety-nine percent of the True Cultivation Hall's immortals, only about a hundred thousand of the most unremarkable immortals remained, frozen stiff in the void, stammering incoherently. These immortals dared not flee, nor did they possess the courage to make a desperate stand against Gu Xechen. Even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal could not breach his defenses, and Gu Wuchen hadn't even deployed his protective artifacts. Facing such an impossibly supreme opponent, what options did these remaining immortals have?

With a cold gaze fixed on these disheartened immortals whose Dao Hearts were shattered, Gu Wuchen slowly spoke.

"I grant you three months. Traverse the world and deliver my decree to every immortal lingering in the mortal realm across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

"Tell them that the Seven Cultivation Heavenly Venerate was slain by my single strike."

"Tell them that the Nine Dragon Heavenly Ladder is now in my possession."

"Tell them that the Nine Nether Dao Gate is now home to tens of thousands of Grand Luo Golden Immortals."

"Tell them that in six months, I await them in the Spiral Starfield, ready for challenge or subjugation."

"Tell them my new title: I have reached the Realm of Heaven and Man. From this day forth, I style myself the Evil Dragon Sage, or you may call me the Nine Nether Sage, or use every honorific title your imagination can conjure. I care little for your names for me; I demand only your absolute submission!"

"If you do not arrive in my Spiral Starfield to submit within six months, I, this Sage, will personally take action and slaughter your entire lineage. I will return to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths via the Nine Dragon Heavenly Ladder, and I will exterminate every disciple and relative you possess!"

With a grand sweep of his sleeve, Gu Wuchen propelled the stunned and dumbfounded hundred thousand-plus immortals dozens of star systems away.

Gu Xechen stood with a cold smile, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the heavens.

It was time to secure greater influence and living space for the disciples of the Nine Nether Dao. Styling himself a Sage seemed like an excellent development.

The Three Corpses had been severed, the Seal of All Beings was refined, as were the Grand Yin Profound Pearl and the Grand Yang Profound Pearl. Even if he claimed sainthood, was there anyone left in the Three Realms capable of stopping him now?

If there were, they should step forward; this pleased Gu Xechen’s heart perfectly.

Suddenly, a message talisman shot toward Gu Wuchen, transforming into a pure white Epiphyllum flower that slowly dissipated.

Gu Xechen's expression shifted slightly. He sent his divine sense probing into the fading bloom and could not help but let out a cold laugh.

"Goddess of Auspicious Fortune, you truly never learn! This time, you are inviting disaster upon yourself!"

With a sharp snort, Gu Wuchen rapidly descended to the ground, urgently instructing Gu Juechen:

"An audacious rogue has infiltrated the Spiral Starfield, lurking beneath my very eyes for over three thousand years.

"Hurry and pack up your most precious belongings; the Gu family will settle in the Spiral Starfield from now on."

Frowning slightly, Gu Wuchen suddenly broke into a laugh: "Never mind. What precious belongings could the Gu family truly possess? Do not bother taking anything below the level of an Immortal Artifact; it will only waste time and become a burden. Take only items at the Immortal Artifact level or above, and hurry back!"

Upon hearing Gu Xechen's words, the Gu Clan members, who had been preparing to gather their household goods, simply froze where they stood.

Not taking anything below the Immortal Artifact level? How many Immortal Artifacts did the Gu family even possess?

There was no need to pack at all; this meager collection of possessions was clearly held in no regard by Gu Wuchen.

With a single command, nearly ten million Nine Nether Dao disciples swarmed out from the surrounding forests. Gu Wuchen, along with Gu Juechen and the other members of the Gu Clan, boarded the White Bone Demon Dragon Carriage, and the magnificent army of the Nine Nether Dao rapidly advanced back toward the Spiral Starfield.

Gu Xechen's face was etched with deep, gloomy killing intent.