Chapter 129: Suppressing The Immortal, Despair In The Saintess’ Heart

“I don’t know about you all, but it seems that the Heavenly Emperor’s current cultivation system is much more powerful than before!”

Outside the mirror, a cultivator softly remarked.

In truth, there was no need for him to say anything. Everyone could already feel it.

Being able to seal a Witch God that had reached the Immortal realm proved everything. Even if this Witch God’s power had been greatly weakened due to the ancient formation.

“The power the Heavenly Emperor just used probably came from the Heavenly Book, right?”

“If so, then the Heavenly Book not only contains a cultivation system but is also a spiritual weapon,” said one of the cultivators.

As soon as these words were spoken, many people showed shocked expressions.

The system the Heavenly Emperor was now following must certainly be from the Heavenly Book.

And that Human Book also appeared to be a spiritual weapon. Thus, it was very likely that the Heavenly Book was one as well.

“Both a cultivation method and a spiritual weapon—how can such a miraculous thing exist in this world?”

Everyone’s eyes burned with fervor.

…

Cultivation methods and spiritual weapons were both supreme treasures sought after by cultivators in this world, yet there actually existed something that merged the two into one.

The Heavenly Book’s mysterious power instantly stirred intense longing in countless cultivators’ hearts.

Inside the mirror.

The woman who had broken free from the rock statue had clearly not expected things to turn out this way.

She was even more shocked than the people outside the mirror.

This was because she had personally experienced how terrifying the Witch God was.

Back then, she and the Saint had reinforced the seal together.

The Saint’s physical body had been possessed by the Witch God, and his spirit and soul had been destroyed.

If it hadn’t been for her possession of the Human Book, she would have died there as well. Yet even so, she had to turn into a rock statue, suppressing the Witch God day and night.

That was the state of two Half-Step to Immortals.

What more for a Quasi-Emperor?

Moreover, it seemed that this Quasi-Emperor was somehow… a little different?

“Are all the younger generations of Beixuan Continent this powerful now?”

A strange glint flashed in the woman’s eyes. A sense of generational gap rose in her heart.

However, this strange feeling did not last long. The woman’s gaze soon fell upon the heavenly scroll behind Gu Changqing.

Her eyes held an indescribable light. It was unclear what she was thinking.

After a moment, the woman hesitated no longer and leaped to the top of the formation.

There was no other reason.

The seal Gu Changqing had just performed could only temporarily close the crack.

It was like a dam standing firm in a flood, briefly blocking the flood’s impact, but over time, the dam would inevitably be washed away.

“Condense the Heavenly Book into your body, guide it into the dao palace, pass through the divine meridians, open the purple abyss, and channel the origin of the Heavenly Book to seal it!”

The woman stood beside Gu Changqing and spoke clearly.

Gu Changqing was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood that the woman was teaching him how to completely repair the seal.

He was only surprised that the woman knew about the Heavenly Book.

But in an instant, when he looked at the Human Book behind her, he understood.

Gu Changqing could sense that the Heavenly Book and this Human Book shared the same origin.

The method of channeling the Heavenly Book’s origin that the woman described was based on the mainstream cultivation system of Beixuan Continent.

But Gu Changqing’s dao palace was destroyed and his divine meridians were severed, so he couldn’t channel it that way.

However, most cultivation paths were similar. Even without a dao palace or divine meridians, Gu Changqing still had his own methods.

The two stood in the sky, turned their palms over, and formed hand seals simultaneously, their techniques almost identical.

Behind them, the terrifying heavenly scroll and human scroll unfurled like two vast, majestic rivers of stars, enveloping the nine heavens and pressing down upon the nine abysses.

Countless tiny, ant-like characters emerged from the two scrolls, intertwining and connecting with each other, condensing into a terrifying cosmic membrane of heaven and earth.

“Go!”

The cosmic membrane fully manifested, radiating tough divine light. Countless terrifying dao marks interlocked upon it. They were extremely fearsome, sealing everything!

“How dare an ant defy me!”

A terrifying roar, filled with endless fury, resounded through heaven and earth.

But the sound was soon permanently sealed away as the cosmic membrane descended.

The cosmic membrane intertwined with the ancient formation, its might not inferior to the formation in the slightest.

No matter how the Witch God struggled, this great formation stood as firm as a mountain.

After a long time, the violent impacts gradually subsided. Clearly, with the formation now fully restored, the sealed Witch God had begun to sleep again.

“Phew…”

The woman in the sky exhaled softly. Her expression held a complex mix of relief, loneliness, and sorrow.

“I’ve spent half my life here, and never thought that one day I would be able to complete this ancient formation.”

The woman spoke softly, her gaze complex as if reminiscing about old friends.

After a moment, she looked toward Gu Changqing, studying the bronze ancient coffin behind him.

“Forged from desolate ancient meteorite copper? You’re an outsider?”

Gu Changqing nodded calmly.

He had a good impression of this woman. Having turned into a rock statue, never leaving her post for tens of thousands of years to suppress the Witch God for the sake of all creatures. Such a person deserved respect.

The woman nodded thoughtfully.

She gazed into the distance at the valley, her eyes filled with countless complex emotions, as if she had endless, tangled feelings toward this place.

She raised her pale neck and looked up at the sky, somewhat sorrowfully, speaking to herself: “I have spent half my life in this valley, enduring boundless loneliness. Back then, when the Saint died in this realm, my heart died with him.”

“If it weren’t for having to suppress the Witch God, I would have followed him that very year.”

“Now, he is gone, the great enemy is resealed, and deep in my heart, I feel a bit lost.“

At this point, she looked at Gu Changqing, her bright eyes filled with desolation.

“I have never been to the outside world. Back then, I wanted to travel outside with the Saint. Young friend, when you leave, may I come with you?”

Gu Changqing was somewhat moved.

From her words, she and the Saint were probably lovers.

Her lover had died, so all these years, the hatred that kept her alive came from the Witch God.

And now that the Witch God was resealed, she felt lost in her heart, not knowing where to go. There was nothing left in the world for her, yet dying would betray her love.

In the end, she did not want to endure that terrible loneliness all by herself.

Gu Changqing thought for a moment, then nodded.

The woman softly sighed. “From now on, there will be no more Saintess of the Witch Clan in this world.”

With that, she transformed into a three-inch dark sparrow, flapped her wings, and landed on Gu Changqing’s shoulder.

…

And outside the mirror, all the powerful cultivators.

Whether they were Supremes, Quasi-Emperors, or Emperors, their pupils suddenly constricted as they stared at this little dark sparrow,!

On each of their faces, thick, overwhelming shock arose!