Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

After a heated exchange with Gu An, Shangguan Xian'er left with a frustrated heart.

"Master, is there divine scheming behind the conflict between the Dao Court and the Hundred Sects of the Human World?"

An Xin's voice came through, as she opened her eyes, gazing at Gu An from afar.

Gu An turned his head to look at her and asked with a smile, "What is it? Are you worried about the Qiankun Sect?"

An Xin shook her head and replied, "It doesn't matter who wins or loses; it's natural selection, destined by fate. I'm just worried that there's some interference from Outer Heaven. If that's the case, wouldn't it be a great pity for the sects of the Human World?"

No matter who wins or loses, the internal strife in the Celestial Spirit Great World can't affect much, as a new order will always arise.

But the variables brought by the Immortal Gods are different, potentially overwhelming the entire Celestial Spirit Great World. Such events have occurred before.

"Then you don't need to worry. The current disputes are also an evolution of the Human World's progress."

Facing An Xin, Gu An was willing to reveal some heavenly secrets.

The scheming of the Immortal Gods has always existed, but it's not the current conflict.

An Xin nodded slightly, then came to Gu An's side, beginning to inquire about difficulties in cultivation. She, too, had stepped onto the Primordial Emperor Road, though her daily cultivation still primarily focused on the Immortal Emperor's Eye.

The master and disciple chatted for a while before Gu An finally departed.

He walked through the woods, his gaze fixed on the Path of the Great Dao.

Someone was about to achieve the position of Primordial Dao Emperor!

This will be the first Primordial Dao Emperor!

And that person is Fang Xuan!

On the current Path of the Great Dao, over three thousand beings have stepped onto the Primordial Emperor Road. Once the first Primordial Dao Emperor is born, the fortune of the Primordial Dao Emperor will rise significantly, extending to the Three Thousand Great Worlds. At that time, the Primordial Crystal will also be distributed across All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

The fortune of the Primordial Dao Emperor is still in a growing state. If someone were to kill Gu An, this fortune would dissipate into thin air. Once a Primordial Dao Emperor is born, then—even if Gu An were to fall—the fortune of the Primordial Dao Emperor would remain, just like the Great Dao, eternal and unchanging.

Because of this, Gu An also eagerly anticipated Fang Xuan's success.

At this moment, Fang Xuan was meditating in an independent void, where only he and the Blood Prison Great Saint existed. The Blood Prison Great Saint was far away, not daring to disturb him.

Once this cycle of reincarnation reflection concludes, integrating all reincarnation insights, Fang Xuan will truly become the Primordial Dao Emperor.

As Gu An's gaze fell upon Fang Xuan, Fang Xuan opened his eyes in response, his eyes bursting forth with a frightening brilliance, as if illuminating the entire void.

Seeing this, Gu An's lips curled up, and he withdrew his gaze.

He knew Fang Xuan had succeeded.

And no one would come to stop him.

...

As the sun set in the west, on the grass by the big river, a man in black with a straw hat was advancing. He carried a broadsword on his back, three treasure swords at his waist, and a Wine Gourd in his hand, drinking as he moved.

Behind the man in black was a young boy in commoner clothes, with two ropes thicker than his arms tied around him, connected to a broken log with a diameter of over a foot.

This scene was quite spectacular because the disparity between the young boy's physique and the log was immense, making one marvel at the powerful strength contained within his small frame.

The young boy was already drenched in sweat and panting heavily. He looked up at the man in black ahead and gritted his teeth, saying, "Master, I've been carrying this burden for a hundred miles; are we not stopping yet?"

"This is just the beginning."

Li Ya replied casually, tipping over the Wine Gourd in his hand and shaking it downwards, catching a single drop that fell before tossing it into his mouth.

His action seemed quite carefree, making it hard to believe he was a Free Immortal.

The tides of the Human World rose and fell, with exceptional talents always taking turns to shine. Li Ya's renown wasn't particularly illustrious, but his growth rate had always been among the top in the world, with continuous opportunities. He, too, was now on the Primordial Emperor Road.

Hearing his master's words, the young boy couldn't help but ask, "Continuously refining my physique—is it really useful? When will you teach me the Method of Cultivating Immortality? Master, I really want revenge; you can't just mess with me like this!"

Li Ya did not turn back, snorted, "You brat, I'm not some idle person who has the time to mess with you. Your physique is extraordinary; it needs to be awakened. I'm doing this for your own good."

Hearing this, the young boy could only suppress his frustrated feelings.

After a while.

He couldn't help but ask again, "Master, where are we going?"

"To the Sword Sect, to see how my junior brother's disciple is doing in their Dao practice."

"The Sword Sect? Is Master Uncle also in the Sword Sect?"

During the years following Li Ya, the young boy had heard of the Sword Sect's name, a supreme sect rumored to house immortals. Just the thought of possibly having his master come from the Sword Sect made him excited.

Having lived together for many years, he only knew his master's name was Li Ya, but not his background, which he was always curious about. Unfortunately, Li Ya wouldn't divulge any details.

"Your Master Uncle isn't there because the founding ancestor of the Sword Sect is your Master Uncle's disciple."

Li Ya's response made the young boy's eyes widen, his face full of disbelief.

He was truly shocked.

The Sword Sect was founded countless years ago, and in the legends of the Immortal Cultivation Realm he'd heard, only the Dao Court was older than the Sword Sect.

If Li Ya wasn't exaggerating, then how many years had Li Ya lived?

"Your Master Uncle has many disciples; of course, I also have many, but unfortunately, my disciples don't compare to his."

Li Ya hummed softly, intentionally provoking the young boy.

As expected, upon hearing this, the young boy quickly said, "Master, don't worry, I will surely not disappoint you. I will cultivate to surpass the Sword Sect's founder!"

"All you do is brag."

Li Ya said this, but couldn't help the upward curve of his lips.

He truly saw endless hope in the young boy, recalling the past An Hao!

At his current realm, to advance his cultivation level required accumulating long centuries, so he also wanted to take disciples to pass the time. He's had more than ten disciples but felt none could compare to Gu An's disciples.

He liked to compare his disciples with An Hao and Yang Jian.

The young boy, to divert his focus, began to inquire about the name and whereabouts of that Master Uncle.

Unfortunately, no matter how he asked, Li Ya gave ambiguous answers, leading to some bad guesses.

Could it be that Master and Master Uncle were not on good terms?

Just then, the young boy noticed an old man fishing by the river ahead, which confused him.

There was no town within a thousand miles; why would someone fish here?

Could it be a sage in seclusion?

He had heard many legends; Great Fortune Seekers often encountered reclusive sages, thereby gaining inheritances and opportunities.

Li Ya also noticed the old man, appearing indifferent but was actually alert inside.

Because he couldn't discern the other's cultivation level!

He proceeded without a change in pace.

As he walked past the old man's back, the old man spoke, "Li Ya, from the Tai Cang Dynasty, son of the Son of Heaven of Tai Cang, sent to the Supreme Sect for cultivation in his youth."

Li Ya stopped immediately upon hearing this.