CHAPTER 1043: CHAPTER 1041: DEMONIC RHETORIC SOWING DISCORD

Gu God Mountain, located at the central position of the Heavenly Border.

This is a sacred place in the hearts of the Heavenly Border People because the Elder Council and the King Gu both reside on the mountain, with an array shrouding the outside, the mist concealing the great mountain.

Everyone who comes here will lose their direction, as the Holy Mountain does not allow people to enter.

Only the elders of the Elder Council and the Holy Daughter know how to enter the Holy Mountain.

"Everyone, follow the method I taught you, don’t make a single mistake!"

Zha Guang, walking in the front, shouted to the cultivators behind him.

The cultivators who followed him numbered in the thousands, led by the old priest, Chen Nan, and Ah Yin among those at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The Golden Core Stage cultivators were centered around Drum Master, Noige, and others.

There were only four Nascent Soul Stage cultivators: Zha Guang, Ou Dan, Gaso, and the newly joined cultivator Master Lei Hu.

Before coming here, Zha Guang had told them the method to enter the Holy Mountain, which only works if followed precisely.

Then, Zha Guang took the lead and stepped into the mist.

This mist not only conceals the Holy Mountain but also confuses the five senses, making one lose direction, even if they are a Nascent Soul cultivator, without knowing the correct method, they can’t enter.

Other cultivators also stepped into the mist one by one.

Chen Nan took a deep breath, looking at the mist ahead, the thick fog swirling yet not spreading outward, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

He knew this was the edge of the array.

"Chen Nan, don’t feel pressured; after all, you’re not a Heavenly Border Person, there’s no need to risk your life for us."

Before leaving, Chang Qing came to Chen Nan, eyes full of reluctance and longing.

After all, who knows if this endeavor will succeed?

Ah Yin also came over and gave Chen Nan a deep hug, showing a bright smile: "Senior, you must survive."

Feeling their concern, Chen Nan couldn’t help but be moved, his nose stinging a bit.

"Rest assured, I definitely won’t lose!"

Stepping into the mist, all sense of direction was lost, surrounded by mist on all sides, unable to see even his fingers.

Within the mist, it was eerily quiet, only able to hear his own breath, and unable to smell any scent.

Chen Nan was very surprised, marveling at the high rank of this array, silently reciting the incantation taught by Zha Guang.

"Three steps forward, two steps back, three left, one forward, two right, four forward..."

The incantation was complex, making him occasionally take a few steps forward, then a few steps back, and a few to the left, then right.

Yet this strange way of moving allowed him to pass through the mist, entering the Holy Mountain.

Upon stepping out of the mist, Chen Nan saw a great mountain ahead.

The mountain didn’t seem tall, nor grand, far less than some famous mountains, yet it exuded a very sacred meaning.

At this point, most of their cultivators had crossed the mist, reaching the foot of the mountain, though a few who mixed up the incantation failed to enter.

Not far away, numerous silhouettes were flying from the mountain, while many figures hurriedly arrived at the mountain bottom, each draped in a black robe.

At the front in the air, was a woman in Heavenly Border garb, her eyes cold, presumably the Shuang Jiang who fled with Master Sang Feng.

"Zha Guang, you actually dare to come courting death?"

Shuang Jiang lived up to her name, her face covered with frost, gaze filled with anger.

"Shuang Jiang, don’t persist in your folly, we’re saving the Heavenly Border, do you really want to see it destroyed?"

"Hmph, you’re spreading lies. Once the Nine Tribulation Celestial Silkworm is fully restored, rebuilding a Heavenly Border is no problem!" Shuang Jiang had reached a dead-end, her mind unable to turn.

"Right, which one is Chen Nan?" she suddenly asked.

Knowing he bore another King Gu, being a thorn in the side of the black-robed people, Chen Nan stepped forward calmly, looking up at Shuang Jiang.

"I am."

Shuang Jiang’s anger flared even more: "You? You’re the one causing chaos in the Heavenly Border, without you, there wouldn’t be so much trouble!"

As the words fell, she suddenly extended a finger, a blinding mana streak like a comet, slicing through the void towards Chen Nan.

The speed was too fast, even Chen Nan couldn’t react, watching helplessly as the streak arrived before him.

At this moment, Zha Guang suddenly acted, mana forming a light barrier before Chen Nan just in time.

With a loud explosion, mana blasted out, shaking away the surrounding cultivators, leaving only Chen Nan unharmed.

Chen Nan’s face darkened, silently clenching his fist, eyes fixed on the figure in the air, seemingly engraving her image in his mind.

"Chen Nan, are you okay?"

Ah Yin and Chang Qing swiftly approached Chen Nan, asking in concern.

"I’m fine, just didn’t expect her to be so aggressive, wanting to kill me right off!" Chen Nan gritted his teeth.

Chang Qing scratched his head awkwardly, "Forgot to tell you, Sang Feng, whom you killed, was Shuang Jiang’s daoist companion..."

"What?"

Chen Nan stared wide-eyed in shock, "No wonder Shuang Jiang’s gaze seemed as if she wanted to devour me!"

"Hmph, how many times can you dodge?"

Shuang Jiang glared ruthlessly, gesturing, and the cultivators behind her surged forth like a torrent.

Their ideas were different, irreconcilable, this battle was unavoidable.

At the foot of Gu God Mountain, it became their battlefield.

Master Lei Hu stood at the forefront, his immense mana swirling in his hands like green liquid, mixed with purple mist.

The next moment, that liquid descended to the ground, sprouting tentacles furiously stabbing into the earth, quickly a towering tree erupted upwards.

The tree appeared decayed, its bare trunk like twisted ghost claws, with gaping rotted holes spewing ink-like poisonous fog and numerous gu insects flitting in the fog.

Chen Nan, seeing this from behind, was astounded yet yearned deeply.

A Nascent Soul cultivator could already harness Heaven and Earth Power, capable of reshaping a region’s terrain, moving mountains and filling seas, akin to gods in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Go!"

Master Lei Hu roared, vines wrapped around the rotten tree lashed out fiercely like tentacles, jabbing at the black-robed cultivators.

Meanwhile, the poisonous fog spread, those who touched it immediately turned blue-purple and clutched their throats, collapsing.

Some Foundation Establishment cultivators even died directly in the poisonous fog.

"Hmph, Lei Hu!" a raspy voice echoed from the sky, with a hint of coldness, "You, old poison, dealing with younglings, what nerve? Let me face you!"