Chapter 883: Holy Pond of Luck
Swish swish!
Hundreds of thousands of powerful cultivators from the imperial clan died in an instant and turned into ashes. The change was so sudden that even Zhang Qian was unable to react. Gu Qingming had never expected that Tian Xuanzi would be so cruel.

He directly used the Yuanshi Daluo Altar to sacrifice his own cultivation realm, causing the power of the altar to surge, and destroying hundreds of thousands of powerful cultivators in one blow.

All the original Daluo Dao Qi that was transformed from hundreds of thousands of powerful cultivators after their death rushed towards Tianxuanzi. Tianxuanzi's body shook and instantly absorbed all the original Daluo Dao Qi.

The terrifying thing is that after absorbing these Taoist energies, the cultivator who had just fallen recovered immediately and achieved the Half-Step Daluo Dao Zun realm again.

"Holy Lord!"

Seeing this scene, the remaining monks of the Jiutian Sect, who were originally filled with despair and resentment, cheered and looked shocked.

Gu Qingming was a little dumbfounded. He had clearly had the upper hand just now and had wiped out most of the monks of the Jiutian Sect, but in the blink of an eye, all of his men were killed and turned into ashes.

If it weren't for the Eight Desolate Gods Monument protecting him, he would have been seriously injured.

"Gu Qingming, weren't you very arrogant just now? My Yuanshi Daluo Altar is not such a simple treasure. Do you think you can make me suffer a great loss by catching me off guard? How about now? All your people are dead. I want to see how you explain to Pan Huang."

Gu Qingming gritted his teeth, but in fact, there was no wavering in his heart. Among these hundreds of thousands of imperial clan cultivators, only a small number belonged to the Jie Emperor clan, and the rest were cultivators from the other nine imperial clans.

With so many people dead this time, neither side would give up, and his mission was accomplished.

"Don't be complacent, Tian Xuanzi, you are such a madman. You have killed hundreds of thousands of cultivators from my imperial clan. Well, well, the Jiutian Sect really doesn't regard cultivators as human beings. You kill them so wantonly. From today on, everyone in the world will know the true face of your Jiutian Sect!"

"you!"

Tian Xuanzi was not good at speaking to begin with, so he was no match for Gu Qingming's eloquence. After hearing what Gu Qingming said, he was furious, but he didn't know how to refute.

Before he could refute, Gu Qingming said again: "During this catastrophe, our imperial clan repeatedly tolerated it because we didn't want to let the lives of the people in the world be destroyed. Who knew that your Nine Heavens Sect would be so aggressive and now even start a massacre. Can you bear the consequences of starting this catastrophe?"

Gu Qingming's righteous rebuke made Tian Xuanzi furious. His face turned red and he roared. The Yuanshi Daluo altar under his feet shook violently and billions of Yuanshi Daluo Taoist energy burst out like a rainstorm, covering Gu Qingming.

Gu Qingming sneered, and the millions of gods behind him instantly returned to the Eight Desolate God Monument, while he himself disappeared without a trace in a streak of light.

Tian Xuanzi was stunned. He knew a lot about Gu Qingming's background. Gu Qingming suddenly disappeared, and he didn't even know how he disappeared. He swept across with his powerful spiritual sense, but couldn't find any trace. Gu Qingming disappeared in such an incredible way.

"Is this your life-saving trump card? Humph, Gu Qingming, this time my Tianxuan Sect is facing off against your Jiedi Emperor Clan. How can I vent my anger if I don't wipe out your Jiedi Emperor Clan completely!"

After searching for a while, Tian Xuanzi gave up, thinking that this was Gu Qingming's life-saving trump card. He turned his head to look at Zhang Qian, who had been sitting cross-legged in the void to receive the destiny of the Heavenly Dao, and glared at him fiercely, saying hatefully: "Zhang Qian, don't be complacent, this catastrophe is your death!"

After leaving behind these harsh words, Tian Xuanzi waved his hand and left angrily with tens of thousands of remaining cultivators.

After Tianxuanzi and others had gone far away, a figure suddenly appeared beside Zhang Qian. It was Gu Qingming.

Just now, Gu Qingming did not leave at all, but just returned to the Myriad Dao Strategies in an instant. Zhang Qian had originally refined him into a Rule Dao God, and Zhang Qian could let him return to the Myriad Dao Strategies with a thought. "My Lord, this time, 80,000 to 90,000 cultivators from the Nine Heavens Sect died, and more than 100,000 disciples from the Ten Emperors Family died at the hands of Tian Xuanzi. Both sides can no longer restrain themselves."

Zhang Qian smiled slightly: "Just when they were about to start a war, if they continue to be so wary of each other and secretly frantically try to win over the forces of the Thirty-Six States, who knows what this catastrophe will turn out to be like. By the way, according to your observation, who is more powerful, Emperor Pan or the Tiandao Sect?"

Zhang Qian was also very curious about this question.

Gu Qingming thought for a while and said, "Pan Huang is very strange. He seems to hate Tian Dao Sect deeply. Whenever he mentions it, he seems to be a different person. He grits his teeth and has no dignity of an emperor. I don't know Pan Huang's background, but from the surface, he should not be a match for Tian Dao Sect. This is my intuition, but I don't know if it is correct."

"The Tiandao Sect has been reincarnated for thousands of years and cultivated thousands of Dao principles. Emperor Pan is actually his incarnation in one of his lives. But I don't know what went wrong. Emperor Pan actually confronted the Tiandao Sect. It's funny to think about it."

"It's so true!"

It was the first time that Gu Qingming heard about Emperor Pan’s background, and his eyes widened immediately.

"So, Pan Huang is definitely no match for Tiandao Sect. Then this catastrophe..."

Zhang Qian waved his hand and said, "That may not be the case. This Emperor Pan is not a simple person either. We don't know what secrets he is hiding. You should be careful and don't let him find out your flaws. Also, I asked you to find out the latest situation of Tianji Pavilion. How is your finding going?"

Gu Qingming said respectfully: "The Tianji Pavilion is now leaderless and has fallen into civil strife. The Tianji Pavilion above the Thirty-Six States is showing signs of breaking away."

Zhang Qian nodded. He had promised Meng Youxian that he would help him conquer the Tianji Pavilion a long time ago. Now that he had established his own sect, it was time to go to the Tianji Pavilion.

boom!
Suddenly, a pleasant roar sounded in front of him, and a square pool appeared. The pool was filled with auspicious power of luck. The Holy Pool of Luck appeared.

This is the Holy Pond of Fortune belonging to the Biyou Palace. It doesn't look big, only about ten feet long and wide, and seems extremely small. However, Zhang Qian has no complaints. The newly opened Holy Ponds of Fortune in the sect are very small. If they want to expand the Holy Pond of Fortune and let the power of fortune in the pond increase, they can only develop the sect's foundation, or plunder fortune, or let the disciples go to the Thirty-Six States to do some deeds of slaying demons and doing chivalrous things.

These acts of slaying demons and doing good deeds are not something that the disciples of the sects do when they have nothing to do after eating, or because they are filled with chivalry. Instead, they are tasks assigned by the sect, and are a means of increasing the fortune of the sect.

This method of accumulating luck is very slow and can only be considered better than nothing. If a sect makes a huge contribution to the world, then luck from heaven is the fastest way to increase the sect's luck.

Unfortunately, this method requires a rare opportunity, which is hard to come by.

Apart from these methods, Zhang Qian does not know of any other ways to increase the fortune of the sect.

Swish!
With a wave of his hand, this small holy pool of luck fell into the top of Mount Buzhou in the world of Mountains, Rivers, and States, and then disappeared into the depths of the void.

Li Qingque and all the other people who joined the Biyou Palace, felt a faint force of luck added to them at the moment the Holy Pool of Luck fell. This was the blessing of the sect's luck.

(End of this chapter)