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 sentient being felt a vast, immeasurable weight descend upon them—a pressure so intense it seemed to transcend even the Great Dao itself.

Upon hearing Gu An’s declaration, both the followers of Wushi and the gathered Dao Guardians were struck by his overwhelming aura.

Such absolute dominance!

The Blood Prison Great Saint, along with Lv Xian, Wu Xie, and Zui—all men driven by the spirit of battle—felt their blood surge with excitement.

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

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

Holding the Cyan Hong Sword steady without a single swing, Gu An watched as the phantasmal blades behind him began to rotate, their tips angling sharply toward the Dao Guardians stationed upon the Creation Ladder.

Targeted by the distant points of those sword shadows, the Dao Guardians trembled in terror, desperately praying for the Great Dao to grant them a reprieve of greater power.

Standing upon the steps, Li Ya looked up at the spectacle. He was shaken to his very core as he felt the sheer magnitude of Gu An’s strength.

What level of Cultivation must one reach to possess such terrifying power?

"Supreme, do you truly intend to carry out a massacre? If you strike now, there will be no turning back!"

Xuanqing Star Lord’s voice rang out, filled with visible anxiety.

He could clearly perceive Gu An’s killing intent. Once this divine skill was unleashed, the long ladder would inevitably be drenched in blood, saddling Gu An with an overwhelming burden of karma.

Tian Hao emerged and took his place behind Li Ya. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open instinctively, captivated by the flourishing sword shadows above.

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

Standing at the very front, the Wanyin Demon Venerable’s pupils constricted. He thrust his left hand forward, summoning a Black Cauldron from his palm; a black hole manifested above it, warping the surrounding space.

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

The Celestial Emperor standing before him found his vision blinded by the glittering sword light. Before a single thought could form, he witnessed the Wanyin Demon Venerable being annihilated by the colossal Sword Intent, his flesh reduced to mist and his Demonic Qi vanishing instantly.

This Sword Intent was as vast and powerful as the river of the Great Dao, yet it carried a momentum that seemed to surpass it entirely.

It swept down the Creation Long Stairs, consuming row after row of Dao Guardians. Those at the rear turned pale with horror; they instinctively tried to take flight, 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 down blankly, their hearts pounding. Absurd thoughts raced through their minds as they watched the fading sword light below.

Had Ancestor Master Wushi truly eliminated every single resistor with just one strike?

This...

The resistors below possessed numerous and profound Cultivation levels—they wouldn't have dared to appear otherwise—yet against Ancestor Master Wushi, they were completely helpless.

Suddenly, they understood why their master spoke with such arrogance; he truly possessed the strength to back it up.

However, such excessive power always sowed seeds 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 in the future?

No matter their respect for Gu An, they held concerns. People change, and even the most composed individuals can lose their way.

When the sword light finally cleared, the Wushi faction breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing 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 last of the sword light vanished, their legs gave out. They collapsed onto the steps in succession, a sight as spectacular as rolling waves.

Unparalleled Great Powers from different Dao Universes, extraordinary geniuses, and Ancient Immortals and Gods all fell. They were horrified to realize that their Cultivation had vanished and their mana was completely drained.

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

A female cultivator looked up, her voice trembling with a mix of terror and hopelessness.

They had spent countless eons reaching their current heights, valuing their Cultivation and Dao practice above all else. They could feel that it wasn't just mana they had lost; even their Dao Fruit and Divine Soul had been siphoned away.

Even the Saint Realm Cultivation of a Saint had been entirely consumed. Falling back to the Mortal Realm so abruptly was a fate more agonizing than death.

"The Great Dao spoke the truth; this man truly commits acts of devouring..."

"It is over. No one can stop him now..."

"What if he even devours the Great Dao itself?"

"Damn it! Why is he so powerful? Great Dao, we beg you, grant us more power!"

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

The Dao Guardians erupted into a frenzy of wails and arguments. Some had surrendered to fate, while others desperately searched for a solution.

Watching from above, those on Wushi’s side felt their own hearts grow heavy. Seeing the state of the Dao Guardians, they couldn't help but feel a similar sense of despair by imagining themselves in that position.

Ji Xiaoyu turned her gaze toward the summit. Gu An stood there holding his sword, his expression unreadable. Bathed in the glow of the sword shadows, his face remained in shadow—looking like a supreme, cold, and detached ruler.

"So, what is your true objective?"

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

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