Chapter 500: The Goddess Descends to Earth! The Goddess Panics!
However, the figure cloaked in seven-colored robes merely sneered, casually striking out with a palm, directly shattering the thousand-times-tempered beheading saber, sending Wu He flying over ten meters, his blood splattering across the sky as he heavily crashed to the ground.
Wu He, performing a hawk flip, immediately looked at the figure in seven-colored robes with horror, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty, "Blood Gu Sect Master!"
And the retreating strong cultivators of the Blood Gu Sect were instantly invigorated and overjoyed, their voices echoing across the mountain with renewed fervor.
"Sect Leader!"
This was no ordinary master; this was a Heavenly Gu Master, the pillar of their entire sect, the terrifying existence that ensured the Blood Gu Sect stood firm against all challengers in the treacherous lands of Southern Xinjiang. His power was legendary, a name spoken in hushed, fearful tones. Even a High Official of the state, a man who commanded armies, had to treat him with the utmost solemnity. History was littered with the corpses of those who had underestimated their leader. In the past, powerful cultivators had stormed their gates, seeking to eradicate the sect. There had even been Heavenly Human Giants, those who had reached the profound state of Heavenly Human Unity, who believed themselves invincible. They too had met a tragic, gruesome end at the hands of the Blood Gu Sect Master.
Every generation of the Blood Gu Sect Master was a living nightmare, a terrifying force of nature who mastered the most fearsome and forbidden Gu worms known to man. They were not just cultivators; they were harbingers of death.
The Blood Gu Sect Master stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a silent monarch surveying his domain. His gaze, colder than a winter grave, swept across the entire scene, finally landing on the battered form of Wu He. The air itself seemed to grow heavy, thick with a crushing pressure that made it hard to breathe.
"Who is the 'Your Excellency' you speak of?" his voice boomed, each word a hammer blow against the morale of his enemies. "How dare he lay hands on my Blood Gu Sect?"
Under the oppressive weight of the Heavenly Gu Master's aura, even a seasoned warrior like Wu He, a man whose heart burned with a deep-seated hatred for the sect, felt his blood run cold. His face turned deathly pale, his body trembling uneasily despite his best efforts to control it. The sheer spiritual pressure emanating from the Sect Master was like a physical mountain pressing down on them, threatening to crush their bones and their will to fight. In stark contrast, the members of the Blood Gu Sect felt their spirits soar. Their morale, which had been flagging moments before, was now greatly boosted.
This was the obvious weight of a peerless strong cultivator. His presence alone could turn the tide of any battle.
"This Venerable has arrived."
At that moment, a voice, calm and clear as a mountain spring, drifted down from above. A graceful figure clad in crimson had already floated down onto the summit of the Blood Gu Sect's main altar, her landing as silent as a falling leaf.
"Your Excellency!" Wu He and the others' faces lit up with an almost fanatical joy as they immediately bowed down, their respect and reverence absolute.
The sight of their savior only fueled the arrogance of the Blood Gu Sect. Their members either cursed angrily at the interruption or scoffed with derisive mockery, all of them utterly dismissive. In their eyes, their Heavenly Gu Master Sect Leader was an incomparable existence. What could some demoness playing at theatrics possibly do against him?
However, the Blood Gu Sect Master did not share their contempt. He looked at the red-clad figure with an unprecedentedly grave expression, his body tensing as if facing a formidable, world-ending enemy. The casual arrogance was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp focus.
"Who is Your Excellency?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.
At this moment, all was silent. Under the bright, ethereal moonlight, the red-clad figure's appearance was slowly revealed. She was of peerless beauty, a goddess descended from the heavens. She wore an intricate gold-embroidered long dress over a crimson base, with a fine silk ribbon tied around her waist that perfectly outlined her exquisite and graceful figure. Her plain white cloth shoes were so small and delicate they looked as though they could be held in the palm of one hand.
Her waist-length black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of pure silk, shimmering under the lunar glow.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, each one a stroke of divine artistry. Yet, the first impression she gave was not one of charm or seduction, but of a profound, chilling indifference. It was an indifference born not of apathy, but of absolute superiority—the same way a Heavenly God from the Nine Heavens might gaze down upon the chaotic mortal world, viewing its struggles and triumphs as little more than the scurrying of ants.
Even the Blood Gu Sect Master, a mighty Heavenly Gu Master, seemed to fall within the scope of her detached indifference. She saw him not as a threat, but as an obstacle to be removed.
If there truly were a peerless Heavenly God in this mundane world, it would probably be a being just like this.
The red-clad figure looked down at the Blood Gu Sect Master, her Phoenix eyes showing no trace of joy or sorrow. Her voice, as serene and haunting as the music of a bamboo forest in the dead of night, softly sounded.
"Twenty-five years ago, the Wu Family of Southern Xinjiang. Do you remember?"
The words struck the Blood Gu Sect Master like a bolt of lightning. The Wu Family of Southern Xinjiang... of course he remembered. They were once a prominent martial arts clan, a major power in the region, with their own Heavenly Human Giant at the helm. They had always disapproved of the Blood Gu Sect's rampant evil deeds and indiscriminate killings, viewing them as a plague upon the land. This moral opposition led to constant, bloody conflicts between the two factions.
So, on a moonlit night as bright as this one, twenty-five years ago, the Blood Gu Sect Master had led the elite strong cultivators of his sect to launch a full-scale, merciless assault. They wiped out the entire Wu Family of Southern Xinjiang, from the strongest warrior to the youngest child, leaving none alive.
However, during a subsequent inspection of the blood-soaked compound, it was discovered that a young girl, only a few years old, was missing.
"You..." His eyes widened in disbelief. "You are that remnant... that little girl from the Wu Family of Southern Xinjiang? Impossible! I didn't expect you, at such a young age, to achieve the Heavenly Human realm!"
The Blood Gu Sect Master's eyes instantly filled with a murderous killing intent. Such talent was not just rare; it was terrifying. A prodigy who could reach this level after surviving such a tragedy was a threat that could not be allowed to exist. If she was not stifled here and now, there would be endless trouble in the future.
"That's right. It is me," she replied, her voice still calm, but a frigid chill now surged within her cold, indifferent eyes. "Wu Shenyun!"
She could never forget that night. The night of the full moon, twenty-five years ago. The night her world burned. The screams of her family still echoed in her dreams. Her grandfather, father, mother, uncle, aunt... one by one, every important relative, every face she had ever loved, died tragically before her eyes, butchered by these monsters.
If she hadn't been hidden away in a secret chamber by her desperate mother, she probably wouldn't have survived to see the next dawn.
Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Within that dark, silent chamber, buried among ancient texts, she had obtained the lost cultivation methods of the ancient Wu Sect. Now, after decades of solitary, grueling practice, her martial Dao had not only reached the Heavenly Human realm, but her sorcery had also ascended to the very same level.
Tonight, she would exact her revenge. Tonight, she would completely resolve the knot of hatred that had twisted her heart for a quarter of a century!
Subsequently, under the horrified gazes of the Blood Gu Sect Master and his followers, Wu Shenyun's slender fingers, as translucent and flawless as jade, took out a simple bamboo flute from her wide red sleeve.
The next moment, wisps of flute music, ethereal and haunting, drifted out into the night air.
The melody was not loud, yet it pierced the soul. One after another, the members of the Blood Gu Sect clutched their chests, their eyes bulging in terror. Their blood began to boil within their veins, a searing heat that felt as if their very life force was being set ablaze. Horrific, guttural screams tore from their throats as they contorted in extreme, unimaginable pain before their bodies burst apart in showers of blood and viscera.
Even the Blood Gu Sect Master, a mighty Heavenly Gu Master, felt the unnatural resonance in his own blood. His expression changed drastically. Without a moment's hesitation, he commanded his life-bound Gu. Several strange and terrifying Gu worms—a centipede with a carapace of screaming faces, a spider woven from shadows, a moth that dripped acid—flew towards Wu Shenyun like streaks of dark lightning.
But Wu Shenyun remained unmoving, playing her flute while facing the moon. Her red lips were slightly parted, and as the mystical, otherworldly notes of her flute swept past, these strange and terrifying Gu worms, creatures so potent that even a Heavenly Human's Protective Aura could not penetrate them, suddenly froze in mid-air. They spasmed violently, then fell to the ground with a wet splattering sound, their venomous power utterly neutralized.
Finally, the flute music suddenly intensified. The serene melody transformed into a cataclysmic war-hymn, like a thousand armies with clashing weapons, as if the spirits of ancient Wu Sect strong cultivators were fighting bare-chested and roaring their defiance to the heavens. The sound waves became visible, solidifying into shimmering blades of energy that tore apart the surrounding buildings and ripped deep gashes into the stone ground, spreading like a tidal wave of destruction towards the Blood Gu Sect Master.
Accompanied by a shrill, unwilling roar of disbelief and agony, the Blood Gu Sect Master's protective aura shattered like glass. The sonic blades flayed him alive in an instant, and then his entire body directly exploded into a fine mist of blood in mid-air.
Wu He and the other survivors were greatly encouraged by this, their hearts pounding with a mixture of awe and savage joy, while the remaining forces of the Blood Gu Sect were utterly defeated, their will to fight vaporized along with their leader.
Two and a half hours later, there was not a single person from the Blood Gu Sect left alive in the main altar. Even the countless corpses had been dragged away and disposed of, leaving only the mottled, dark bloodstains that filled the cracks of the floor tiles, grim traces of the great battle that had just concluded.
"Please leave these matters to your subordinates, Your Excellency. You should rest."
Wu He and the other strong cultivators clasped their fists in profound gratitude, their heads bowed low. They did not dare to look directly at Wu Shenyun, not daring to show even the slightest hint of disrespect towards this being who was less a woman and more a Heavenly God of vengeance.
Wu Shenyun hummed softly in acknowledgment. Walking on the now-silent mountaintop, bathed in the bright, cleansing moonlight, she closed her eyes and, leaning against a large stone, fell asleep.
After a night of brutal fighting and the release of twenty-five years of pent-up hatred, she was also a bit tired and quickly fell asleep.
The next moment, a magnetic and gentle male voice drifted into her ears.
"My wife, you are so beautiful."
Wu Shenyun suddenly opened her Phoenix eyes, looking at the handsome man in front of her, her gaze surging with coldness: "Who are you?"
Her heart was also quite shaken. Even when she had previously killed the Blood Gu Sect Master, the Heavenly Gu Master, she hadn't been this shaken. With her cultivation of both sorcery and martial arts reaching the Heavenly Human level, no one should be able to approach her silently, even in her sleep.
What shocked her even more was that at this moment, she seemed to be in a bridal chamber, wearing a large red wedding dress, and the man opposite her looked like a groom.
The handsome man opposite her heard her sharp question and chuckled, his peach blossom eyes filled with deep affection: "I am your husband. Tonight is our wedding night; we should cherish this good evening."
Looking at the handsome man bending over, Wu Shenyun was extremely ashamed and angry, and wanted to slap him away, but then she became flustered. She couldn't muster an ounce of strength...
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