"Daohen——"
"Eight hundred thousand."
"Eight million ways."
"Eighty million ways."
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"Eight billion!"
When this number was spied by those supreme experts through the light curtain, those once arrogant experts were completely dumbfounded.
The moment they knew the answer, all of them continued to stare at the light curtain with a strange look.
At that moment, no one knew what these high-ranking people were thinking.
Maybe... they are all thinking the same thing. Maybe, each of them is thinking about something different.
However, no matter what they think in their hearts, each of them will feel a deep sense of powerlessness at this moment. They will feel that they are weak.
It's a visceral feeling.
When they knew the answer, they thought about all the geniuses they had seen in their lives.
However, among the people they think of, the person with the most Dao marks at the eighth stage of cultivation to the end is only tens of millions of Dao marks.
However, these tens of millions of Daohen people do not yet exist in the present world, but are recorded in the ancient history of a certain clan and belong to that ancient history.
And even these tens of millions of Dao marks are the Dao fruits that that person only cultivated after practicing in the eighth realm for a long time.
But what about Gu Qingyang?
Gu Qingyang directly cultivated so many Dao marks. It was a one-time process. He cultivated so many Dao marks after breaking through the eighth realm.
This...is this still a human being?
The reason why these people look at Gu Qingyang like that, why they are so weird, is because of this reason.
They really felt that Gu Qingyang, who had practiced to such an extent, was definitely no longer a human being, at least he shouldn't be an ordinary human being.
This young man, Gu Qingyang, is simply a monster creature in the appearance of a human being, an unprecedented and terrifying existence.
"Does such a person really exist?"
"Should such people exist?"
"Why can't we kill him?"
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Suddenly, countless thoughts originated from the hearts of these superiors. They were silent, with countless thoughts in their hearts.
However, no matter what their thoughts were, none of them expected Gu Qingyang to live.
They all want Gu Qingyang to die.
Eight billion!
If such a terrifying number of Dao Marks were placed on the bodies of their juniors, they would laugh at them while sleeping.
But such a number of Dao marks suddenly appeared on Gu Qingyang's body. Let me ask, is there anything more terrifying than this?
This is just the first time I’ve entered the eighth realm.
Just entering the eighth realm for the first time... he can already possess a total of eight billion Dao marks. No wonder this person can fight the will of heaven like this.
When they thought about it carefully, they seemed to have only cultivated hundreds of thousands of Dao marks when they were in the eighth realm, which seemed to be quite satisfactory.
Not everyone is a genius.
It was quite extraordinary for them to achieve such results at the time. But the geniuses of the past and present have been able to practice more.
Take Shijia for example. If a genius like Shijia could really cultivate to the limit, it shouldn't be difficult to cultivate tens of millions of Dao marks, or even more than 100 million.
But what about Gu Qingyang?
The number of Gu Qingyang's Dao Marks was enough to make them suspect that Gu Qingyang was not a human being. Indeed, are those achievements a human being can achieve?
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Silence, the entire hall was shrouded in deathly silence, and everyone was silent. They were completely silent.
At this moment, they certainly understood that even if they united to surround Gu Qingyang, they would still most likely encounter failure.
So...the most important thing they should do now is to place their hope in heaven.
As long as the Heavenly Dao wipes out Gu Qingyang, everything can be solved.
Naturally, they no longer need to worry about being targeted by such monster-like guys, and the orthodoxy behind them can naturally develop safely.
But now, all this is just their imagination. How these things end, only they themselves can understand.
"call--"
Amidst the sound of rough breathing, everyone's eyes were focused on the light curtain. They held their breath as they watched the endless thunder falling.
Seeing Gu Qingyang once again being overwhelmed by the brilliance of Thunder Falls, each of them prayed silently in their hearts, praying that he would die immediately.
But Gu Qingyang is like an immortal creature, no matter how many times he is drowned by thunder, no matter how serious his injuries are.
He will always survive!
Such results occurred again and again, making everyone who paid attention to him gradually no longer dare to pay attention to him.
Of course they wanted Gu Qingyang to die.
But it is precisely for this reason that every time Gu Qingyang is on the verge of death, it is a kind of torture for them.
They are going crazy!
Every time, they feel that they are not far away from the results they expect.
It seems that if you just wait a little longer, your wish will come true.
But when they looked again, the young man they were afraid of was still alive.
That feeling of countless expectations and countless disappointments... This feeling is accompanying them all the time and torturing them.
They no longer want to enjoy that feeling, so they choose not to watch.
These people themselves understand that what they really want is just a result.
Only when the result is exactly the same as the result they want, can the result be regarded as the result they really want to see.
Any result other than that is not what they want to see. So whether you watch it or not is naturally not that important.
However, just when everyone was waiting silently.
In another hall far away from this hall, there is an old man sitting cross-legged...
There was also a light curtain in front of the old man, and the scene in the light curtain was clearly the scene of ancient Qingyang's tribulation.
However, this old man's expression was completely different from others. When others treated Gu Qingyang, their eyes and expressions were filled with fear and resentment.
But this old man's expression was full of peace. The look he looked at Gu Qingyang was also extremely gentle.
"Boy, haven't we seen each other for a long time?"
The old man murmured to himself, biting his finger as he spoke, and using his blood as ink, he carved scriptures in the air with flying dragons and phoenixes.
At the same time, in the Western Wasteland, the battlefield of heaven.
Thunder is raging, the world is dark... In this battlefield belonging to Gu Qingyang and the Supreme Sky, all the peaceful scenes have disappeared.
The only ones left here, left to the cultivators present, are Gu Qingyang, who is bathed in endless lightning, and the bone cultivators who are as numb as puppets.
"Um?"
Gu Qingyang, whose eyes were clear, suddenly exclaimed. He sensed some special sounds in the catastrophe.
The voice seemed to be a call and a greeting. What the voice wanted to express seemed to be extremely gentle.
Anyway, there is no hostility.
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