CHAPTER 468: CHAPTER 258 CHAOTIC GREEN LOTUS

This time, he unleashed a full-strength strike, his fist shadow smashing toward Zhao Honglie like a towering mountain.

"Bang!"

With a thunderous crash, Zhao Honglie’s body was struck by the golden fist shadow. This time, he was utterly unable to withstand it.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the ground.

"This...!" Zhao Honglie’s face was filled with terror. He could not believe that he had been defeated by Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng stood in place, gazing coldly at Zhao Honglie.

He activated his golden hand and summoned the Demon Suppression Golden Scroll. The scroll, like a chunk of golden iron, quickly expanded, pressing down upon Zhao Honglie with immense force.

"No! I don’t want to die!" Zhao Honglie screamed in horror, attempting to struggle and escape, but it was already too late.

"Boom!"

The Demon Suppression Golden Scroll slammed down heavily on Zhao Honglie, and the massive crushing force caused his body to shatter inch by inch.

A plume of black mist soared into the air, rushing away at great speed.

Disciples from various sects, secretly observing the battle, turned pale with shock upon witnessing this scene. None of them had expected Gu Sheng to be able to defeat a powerhouse like Zhao Honglie.

"Gu Sheng is truly incredible! Not only can he evade Zhao Honglie’s attacks, but he can also deliver a fatal blow in one strike! It’s truly astonishing!"

"Indeed, his talent and strength are remarkable! In the future, he’s bound to dominate one corner of the world!"

"Looks like Zhao Honglie met his match this time. Let’s see if he dares to act so arrogantly again!"

"What’s the deal with Zhao Honglie anyway?"

Gu Sheng sensed that Zhao Honglie had an eerie quality about him—the ability to transform into black mist and escape every time.

He had investigated the nature of this cultivation technique before, but the conclusion he arrived at was quite simple:

The Holy Demon Body originates from beyond the realms—it is a natural enemy of the Human Clan.

And that was the extent of the information available.

Gu Sheng had a faint premonition that Zhao Honglie might evolve into a calamity for humanity in the future.

At the summit of the Holy Pill Sect, Gu Sheng sat quietly with his eyes closed, surrounded by spiraling spiritual energy, as if resonating with the heavens and earth.

With a thought, the Martial Arts panel silently appeared before him, displaying his cultivation, Gale Swordsmanship, Invisibility Technique, and Treasure—all shining brightly.

Gu Sheng took a deep breath, and with another thought, the sesame-sized dot of divine thought began to slowly move, like an agile fish swimming through his meridians.

He experimented with spreading his divine thought throughout his entire body, gradually sensing subtle changes in every cell and every meridian.

"So this is the power of divine thought?" Gu Sheng marveled inwardly, as if a new world was opening up before him.

At that moment, a figure drifted over from afar—a white-haired elder with a wise light in his eyes. He looked at Gu Sheng and smiled faintly. "Young man, you’ve cultivated your divine thought well; you’re already grasping its profound mysteries."

Gu Sheng opened his eyes and bowed respectfully. "Your praise is too generous, senior. I’ve only managed to gain a small understanding."

Gu Sheng, seemingly caught in a dream-like state, didn’t even wonder who the elder was or why he appeared.

The elder shook his head and said, "The path of cultivation requires perseverance. You possess great talent, but you must work harder to reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts."

Gu Sheng nodded and agreed, secretly anticipating the ultimate scene of perfected divine thought. What could it be like?

The elder seemed to read his thoughts and smiled:

"When divine thought reaches perfection, it can see through all things and uncover the mysteries of heaven and earth.

At that point, you will not only have a clear view of the operation of your own meridians but also perceive the flow of nature’s spiritual energy, enabling you to absorb and refine it with greater precision."

Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng’s eyes glimmered with a fiery ambition. He imagined the sense of mastering the world and being omnipotent, filling him with expectancy.

The elder continued, "Moreover, with divine thought externally released, you can search thousands of miles away. Whether it’s finding spiritual medicine, tracking enemies, or exploring secret realms—it will all become much easier."

Gu Sheng listened intently, as if already envisioning his glorious future with mastered divine thought. He took a deep breath, bowed to the elder, and said:

"Thank you, senior, for enlightening me. I will strive to cultivate diligently and live up to your expectations."

The elder nodded slightly, his figure gradually fading away, leaving behind only one sentence echoing in Gu Sheng’s ears:

"The path of Martial Arts is fraught with obstacles; only through perseverance can one ascend to the peak."

Gu Sheng stared at the direction in which the elder had disappeared, his heart brimming with determination and faith.

As he returned to his thoughts, he began to ponder the elder’s origins.

"I was merely exploring divine thought—how did an elder appear out of nowhere, offering guidance? Could he be the guide for the growth of my divine thought?"

After giving it careful thought, Gu Sheng suddenly remembered something.

"That elder is likely the divine monk..."

The elder’s appearance bore a striking resemblance to the divine monk in the bell—except this elder was white-haired, whereas the monk within the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell was bald.

Regardless of whether they were the same person, Gu Sheng felt that the past few days had been immensely fruitful.

Though his cultivation hadn’t improved, forging a new path wasn’t bad either.

Gu Sheng immersed himself in cultivation, as if merging with the heavens and earth in silence. Lin Miaomiao gazed at him with admiration flashing in her eyes. Once he finished cultivating, she walked lightly to his side.

"Junior Brother Gu, you’re truly a genius in cultivation, so focused and admirable," Lin Miaomiao praised.

Gu Sheng opened his eyes and revealed a slight smile, saying, "Senior Sister, you flatter me. I’m merely diligent in my practice."

Huang Miaoyin, Mo Buwen, and others also gathered around, playfully teasing, "Junior Brother Gu, you’re so immersed in cultivation. Have you already touched upon the mysteries of heaven and earth?"

Gu Sheng shook his head and chuckled, "It’s far from being that easy. The path of cultivation is akin to rowing against the current—if you don’t advance, you’ll retreat."