Chapter 263 Gu Qing's Perverse Pleasures
At the Golden Summit of Mount Emei, a sea of clouds surges and rolls.
Since the resurgence of spiritual energy, this anciently renowned Buddhist and martial arts mountain has long been covered by dense, mutated vegetation. The original tourist trails have been torn apart by thick vines, and the mountain forest is occasionally filled with chilling roars of beasts.
For orthodox cultivators in the Green Zone, the spiritual energy here is abundant, but there are too many mutated birds, making mining too costly; while for independent hunters in the Yellow Zone, the demonic beasts deep in Mount Emei are too dangerous. Therefore, this place has become a sparsely populated vacuum.
The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the sea of clouds and shone on the golden-roofed, dilapidated bronze hall.
Gu Qing, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, appeared silently at the edge of the Golden Summit cliff. He stood with his hands behind his back, and the mountain wind blew, but it couldn't even lift a corner of his robe.
Looking down at the endless primeval forest below, Gu Qing's thoughts drifted to the distant past.
At that time, he was still an ordinary mortal. In order to draw upon that meager bit of "faith power," he painstakingly forged a "sword mound" in the Taklamakan Desert using broken swords and corpses. That dilapidated sword mountain, buried under the endless yellow sand, was one of the earliest sparks of the revival of Earth's mythology.
Even though he later patched up the flaws, it's no longer of much use in the current situation.
"The Sword Tomb in Taklamakan is still too low-level." Gu Qing shook his head slightly. "That was just a little trick used to fool the early 749 Bureau and ordinary people back then."
Later, the broken dragon pillar and several rusty bronze halberds he unearthed in the East China Sea were merely appetizers. But they did earn him his first fortune and ushered in the revival of the myth.
But now it's different.
Earth is now a cyberpunk world where everyone is a soldier.
Those petty tricks no longer have any effect on these numb madmen.
Let's start here.
Gu Qing looked down at the bottomless canyon and slowly raised his right hand.
With his movements, a creative force that transcends the existing physical and spiritual rules of the Earth silently seeped into the earth's veins.
Boom!!!
A muffled cracking sound came from deep within Mount Emei, but the ground remained completely still. Three thousand meters below the Golden Summit, an invisible force forcibly pushed aside the solid rock layers, creating a massive underground cavity.
Gu Qing took a step forward, and his body instantly sank down, arriving in this newly formed, massive underground space.
It was pitch black here, with only the cold aura of rocks.
"System, bring up the highest-specification model of the [Ancient Shu Mountain Sword Sect Ruins]." Gu Qing issued the command in his mind, "I want realistic physical feedback, realistic ancient pressure, and... a realistic killing formation."
As extremely complex laws of light flickered in the underground space, massive but dilapidated buildings rose from the ground out of thin air.
The massive white marble plaza was riddled with deep cracks, the magnificent hall had collapsed more than halfway, and the bronze dragon pillar supporting the dome had been severed by some terrifying force. This pillar was several times larger than the one that had been thrown into the East China Sea years ago.
In the very center of the square stood a towering black stone sword monument, half of which had been cut away.
The words "Shushan School" are engraved on it in an extremely unrestrained ancient seal script.
Gu Qing looked at the magnificent ruins that had risen from the ground and snapped his fingers.
The laws of time were locally accelerated within this enclosed space. In just a few seconds, dark green moss grew on the white marble plaza, the bronze pillars were covered with mottled rust, and the ruins of the main hall exuded a sense of vicissitude and decay after millions of years of weathering.
"We have the relics; the next step is 'inheritance'."
With a thought, thousands upon thousands of flying swords appeared in the void. These were not the standard alloy swords produced on the assembly line of the Green Zone Refining Pavilion, but truly high-grade magical flying swords!
But he didn't put them down intact.
With a casual wave of his hand, a violent storm of spiritual energy instantly swept through the space. Thousands upon thousands of flying swords collided and broke in the storm.
Broken sword blades fell like a torrential rain, densely packed and embedded in the cracks of the square, the collapsed hall, and even deeply embedded in the surrounding rock walls. Each broken sword was imbued with a lingering, sharp sword intent, and covered with large patches of dried, blackened blood.
The entire underground space instantly transformed into a massive sword mound exuding an aura of endless slaughter and desolation. Compared to the crudely constructed illusion in the Taklamakan Desert, this sword mound was a true death trap capable of annihilating Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
"Want to carry on the legacy? Sure. Fight with your life."
Gu Qing casually tossed several jade slips, which shone with a lustrous sheen, into the deepest part of the Sword Tomb, where the sword energy was most concentrated.
What's recorded there isn't the conventional, straightforward cultivation method we have now, but rather ancient sword cultivation methods that point directly to the Great Dao and are extremely powerful in their killing intent—the "Taiyi Dividing Light Sword Technique" and the "Great Five Elements Formless Sword Qi".
Then, he raised his hand and waved it, and dozens of beams of spiritual light flew out from his sleeve and landed in every corner of this ruin.
Some transformed into broken ancient swords, stuck diagonally among the ruins of the collapsed main hall; some became fragments of stone carvings recording methods of body tempering, sword control, and weapon forging, buried in the cracks of the plaza and deep within the mountain walls; others were a few bottles of ancient pills whose spiritual energy had not dissipated even after thousands of years, a few pieces of high-grade spiritual materials sealed in jade boxes, and a small number of protective treasures imbued with sword intent, scattered among the side halls, underground palaces, and cliff gaps.
These things, taken individually, are not the true core of the heritage, but they are enough to drive anyone who breaks into this place crazy.
There are sweetness on the periphery, opportunities in the middle, and the true lineage is found in the deepest part.
In this way, those who come after will follow one after another, risking their lives to fill the gaps.
"Having resources alone is not enough." Gu Qing walked to the huge black stone sword monument.
He wanted to use this monument to lay the heaviest psychological foundation for the true arrival of the void in the future.
He extended his finger, using it as a sword, and carved a huge mural on the back of the sword monument in a flamboyant style.
On the mural, countless cultivators, flying on swords, rush one after another towards the torn sky, while beyond the cracks in the sky are endless, distorted, and terrifying black shadows. In a corner of the mural, even the outline of a void elevator emitting a faint light is subtly depicted.
Below the mural, there is an ancient inscription, filled with murderous intent yet conveying endless despair:
[A celestial calamity has descended, and we sword cultivators must fight to the death to repel it. One hundred thousand disciples of Mount Shu perished here, severing the earth's veins and sealing the mountain to suppress the demon! If future generations succeed to this formation, they shall wield my broken sword and once again battle the stars!]
Gu Qing looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
"The ruins of the Taklamakan Desert, the broken pillars of the East China Sea. Today, it's time for them to see the light of day again."
He didn't stop; his figure flickered again.
Deep underground in the Taklamakan Desert, he completely materialized that simple sword mound into the remains of a "War God Temple" that buried an ancient body-cultivating master.
In the deepest trench of the East China Sea, he expanded the area around the broken pillar from back then into an ancient dragon crystal palace that stretched for dozens of miles, but was completely destroyed by some terrifying force. He even stuffed a few fragments of scales that exuded the pressure of a true dragon into the ruins.
Buried on the spot, excavated on the spot.
Gu Qing intends to use these heavy bombs to completely overturn this stagnant pool of Earth.
......
After doing all this, Gu Qing returned to the Golden Summit of Mount Emei.
He glanced down at the time on his watch, then looked up at the distant horizon.
"The stage is set up, and the actors should enter now."
Gu Qing lifted his foot and casually stomped lightly on the seemingly indestructible cliff face.
Click.
A crisp cracking sound rang out from the golden roof. Immediately afterwards, this tiny tremor, like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, traveled down the earth's veins and directly detonated the spiritual energy array eye that Gu Qing had pre-planted in the sword tomb three thousand meters underground.
At the same time, all the array hubs deep in the Taklamakan Desert, on the seabed of the East China Sea, and elsewhere were also detonated.
Rumble—!!!
Without warning, an extremely violent earthquake erupted throughout the Emei Mountain range. The sea of clouds, stretching for hundreds of miles, was instantly torn apart by a terrifying shockwave that surged from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, under the horrified gazes of countless hunters and powerful figures in the Green Zone, as monitored by satellites worldwide, along the Jianghuai defense line.
A blindingly powerful sword aura, seemingly capable of splitting the entire sky in two, carrying an ancient and awe-inspiring pressure, pierced through the three-thousand-meter-high rock layer of Mount Emei and roared into the clouds!
Almost simultaneously, in the heart of the Taklamakan Desert, a towering pillar of earthy yellow light, imbued with an ancient, desolate, and warlike spirit, rose from the ground, repelling the swirling yellow sand for hundreds of miles.
On the surface of the East China Sea, the once calm seawater instantly boiled, and an extremely thick blue waterspout shot straight into the sky, accompanied by a deep dragon roar that seemed to have spanned millions of years, which shocked all the mutated marine creatures around.
......
Multiple ancient ruins were completely revived and erupted at the same time!
The lingering sharp sword intent and ancient pressure in the air caused all metal objects within a thousand miles—whether hunters' alloy knives, military heavy machine guns, or orthodox cultivators' flying swords—to emit uncontrollable buzzing and trembling at this moment, as if they were paying homage to their emperor.
Dead silence.
The entire wasteland, whether in the green zone or the yellow zone, fell into a deathly silence at this moment.
After a brief pause, came an unprecedented frenzy.
"What...what is that?!"
"What terrifying spiritual pressure! This is something modern technology couldn't create! It's absolutely a miracle!"
At the Kyoto Academy of Sciences, the alarm in the energy monitoring room had turned a deep red, and a group of senior experts trembled violently as they looked at the energy wave on the screen, which far exceeded the upper limit of the Golden Core stage.
At the Hunter's Guild headquarters, countless bounty posters were instantly removed, replaced by a single urgent red order: [All high-ranking hunters, target the source of the anomaly and uncover the truth at all costs!]
Deep in the mountains and forests, the demon kings of the Ten Thousand Mountains also raised their heads, looking greedily and fearfully at the pillars of light that shot into the sky.
Standing on the cloud, Gu Qing looked down at the world that was instantly boiling. The faith power panel in his sea of consciousness, which had been stagnant, started to beat wildly again, and this time the increase was more intense than ever before!
This unscripted drama has officially begun filming.