Starting With Chaos Physique

Chapter 44 It’s Not Just One Saint Who Died, He Also Has Murderous Intent

The images on the floating Qiankun Mirror in Northern Wilderness City became increasingly blurry.

After Gu Changsheng disappeared into the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb, the figures of many other true disciples from immortal factions also vanished.

Each of them carried treasures that masked their auras, unwilling to let the outside world spy on their movements.

In the peripheral areas, many cultivators were still engaged in bloody battles, clashing against the tide of corrupted demon beasts, striving to achieve good rankings. They paid no mind to what might emerge from the depths of the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb.

They were self-aware enough to know that venturing into the tomb would mean certain death.

However, the casualties were heavy. Many young cultivators began to regret their decisions, turning pale and trembling as they witnessed their companions being devoured by demon beasts.

Su Xiaoxuan and Tuoba Siyu, alongside the younger generation of the Gu family, fought with ease, experiencing no pressure at all.

This was because the Gu family’s youths were extraordinarily capable. Covered in blood, their momentum only grew stronger as they fought, unleashing an unstoppable force.

Even so, Tuoba Siyu sighed inwardly, feeling that his current strength was too weak. As a follower of the young master, he was inferior even to some of his clan’s disciples.

He decided that once Gu Changsheng returned from the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb, he would bid farewell and return to his clan to focus on cultivation.

He planned to delve into his clan’s ancestral grounds and advance the Heavenly Demon Transformation techniques by several levels.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaoxuan had been having strange dreams recently.

In her dreams, a blurry figure appeared, its eyes like twin swords, radiating a piercing sword intent capable of severing the sun, moon, and stars.

The dreams were eerie and unsettling. She decided to inform the young master about them when he returned.

From the city wall, the City Lord of Northern Wilderness City and others watched the distant battles, their expressions indifferent. They had no intention of intervening.

“This is their own choice; they can’t blame anyone else,” said an elder who resembled a former emperor.

“Don’t worry, Northern Wilderness City won’t fall,” another person reassured, noticing the city lord’s grim expression.

Just then, a surge of bloodthirsty resentment erupted from within the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb, spiraling into the sky and lingering ominously!

It was as though the accumulated hatred of millions of souls had suddenly exploded.

The Qiankun Mirror was affected and could no longer project the events within.

“What’s happening in the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb? Why is there such an overwhelming aura of resentment?”

The anomaly left many cultivators in Northern Wilderness City horrified.

Several elders in the void narrowed their eyes slightly. “Only a single gate was opened, yet this Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb is clearly far from simple.”

Things had spiraled beyond their control and expectations.

“No matter what, if the divine son is in danger, I will break the rules and shatter the tomb myself,” declared an elder of the Gu family, his aura surging like an oceanic abyss.

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“It’s as though a horde of malicious spirits has been unleashed,” remarked Ying Nie, riding his green ox ahead, his expression cold. Yet the oppressive aura made him tremble involuntarily.

It felt like he was facing an ancient deity, and his body instinctively wanted to kneel in submission.

But then, a profound purple energy emanated from his dantian, stabilizing him and allowing him to stand upright.

Gu Changsheng also felt the terrifying pressure, seemingly capable of shattering his body.

However, wisps of chaotic energy descended around him, rendering him invulnerable to all methods. The oppressive force was instantly dissipated, leaving him calm and composed.

Ying Nie turned to glance back, just in time to witness this scene, and a flicker of deep shock flashed through his eyes.

“This guy… could he really be…” he thought, fear creeping into his heart.

“The legendary Chaos Physique,” Qin Qingqing murmured to herself, her earlier suspicions now solidified.

Soon, the three passed through the restrictions at the palace’s entrance and continued forward.

On both sides, traces of blood could be seen—some black, some gold, and some multicolored, resembling the blood of gods or saints.

Some of the blood had dried, smeared across the walls, looking as though claw marks had raked through them. They were grotesque and filled with despair.

Ordinary cultivators who approached even slightly would be reduced to a mist of blood, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure emanating from the bloodstains.

The surrounding area was shrouded in thick gray mist, like a curse that made one’s skin crawl.

“This place has witnessed the deaths of more than one saint. And the lingering aura here… it’s not just saints,” Gu Changsheng remarked, casting an indifferent glance at Ying Nie.

Scattered around were fragments of weapons, each bearing bloodstains and remnants of pressure.

The mixed saintly auras suggested that a battle involving multiple saints had once taken place here, resulting in their deaths.

“This is Heavenly Thunder Dao Gold, divine material for crafting eternal sacred weapons.”

“This is Azure Bamboo Gold, another material used to forge such weapons…”

“But alas, the divine essence has dissipated, and the Dao markings have eroded. It’s all just scrap metal now.”

Qin Qingqing, worthy of her title as the Qin family’s saintess, identified the materials at a glance.

Before she could finish speaking, a deafening roar erupted.

It felt as though a true dragon had soared through the air, unleashing an overwhelming force that shook the entire corridor as though it might collapse.

“Pfft… Gu Changsheng, what are you doing!?”

Ying Nie spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with fury and shock. He hadn’t expected Gu Changsheng to strike so suddenly.

Half his shoulder was nearly blown apart, and all the bones in his right arm were shattered.

Had he reacted a moment later, his entire body might have been obliterated.

Fear and anger surged within him.

“You managed to block one of my punches. You’re indeed not simple,” Gu Changsheng remarked indifferently, though a trace of killing intent lingered in his voice.