As if a bolt of lightning had split the fog, Old Gu murmured to himself, "To become a Buddha, one must first enter the demonic path... Could it be that the boy intends to achieve the rank of Demon God in the Demon Realm?!"
At the thought, a chill crept down Old Gu's spine.
He suddenly remembered his conversation with Wang Xian that day. The young man's gaze had been as firm as iron as he told the old Sword Immortal, word by word, "I will never set foot on a battlefield."
"Even if I have to go to the Immortal Realm, I'll find another way there myself."
Good heavens!
Could it be that Wang Xian had already foreseen this day back then?
Or had the seed of this path already been planted deep in the memories sealed by the Forgetfulness Tribulation?
Just as Old Gu was worrying over what might happen, the server suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and pointed at Old Zhang—
"Look!"
Nangong Xuan immediately raised a hand, and an invisible barrier enveloped the tavern, shutting out all sounds from within and without.
The thread of golden light around Old Zhang had multiplied from one to dozens, circling him like swimming dragons.
The old Daoist still had his eyes closed, but his brows were faintly knitted, as if he were undergoing some arduous transformation.
Rumble—!
Dozens of streaks of golden light suddenly converged, becoming a sky-piercing Sword Qi that surged up from Old Zhang's crown!
The Sword Qi coiled like a dragon. In an instant, it pierced through the tavern roof, tore through the swirling snow, and cleaved a passage of vacuum through the gloomy sky.
It soared upward, piercing the nine heavens!
Like a demon king emerging into the world, a golden Buddha opening his