When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 356: Yuanxu Immortal Ancestor, Opening up the Reincarnation

Hearing Shen Zhen’s words, Gu An chuckled and asked, “You think that was a prophecy?”

Shen Zhen rolled her eyes at him. “I just suddenly thought of it, okay? That scene was really intense. Even now, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. Whether it’s a prophecy or not, I’ve got no clue.”

“Well, if you ever get another one of those visions, make sure you tell me. I’m actually pretty curious what’ll happen to those two figures you saw.”

Gu An smiled, his thoughts drifting to An Hao and Yang Jian. But those two were still far from reaching their full potential—it could take years, maybe decades, before they matured fully.

Could it be the Emperor Yangxian of the Immortal Dynasty and Saint Heaven?

No... Shen Zhen’s cultivation wasn’t high enough to sense a confrontation between powerhouses at the eighth or ninth level of the Immortal Dao.

Shen Zhen nodded, then suddenly got excited. “Gu An, do you think I might be a reincarnated immortal? I’m just too special—there’s no one else like me who can gain enlightenment from writing and painting. And now I’m even seeing visions that seem tied to the heavenly secrets…”

She got more and more worked up, her eyes glowing with excitement. By the end, she slapped the table and stood up.

Looking down at the seated Gu An, she asked eagerly, “Gu An, do you think I’m the main character in your novel?”

Gu An twitched. “Are you messing with me right now?”

Shen Zhen had heard a lot of strange phrases from him over time and could now guess what he meant. She gave him a glare, then sat back down, daydreaming again with a silly grin on her face.

Gu An couldn’t be bothered with her anymore. He picked up his brush and started writing.

These days, most of his time was spent on medicinal herbs. Now that he had a moment of leisure, he figured he’d write for fun again. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Maybe he could adapt the other three classics into cultivation stories as well.

Zhang Fei’s roar at Changban Slope shattering a million demons…

Lu Zhishen uprooting the World Tree, Wu Song slaying the Demon Emperor…

Lin Daiyu’s tears bringing torrential rain across the realms…

The more he thought about it, the more thrilling it seemed!

Gu An laughed softly, but a trace of melancholy rose in his heart.

He didn’t know where his former world—Earth—was.

In this life, he had no parents, no family. A constant hollowness lingered deep in his heart, as if he’d never really known where he came from.

Maybe that loneliness was why he cherished the people close to him so much.

For a while, the room fell silent, each of them lost in thought.

Immortal spirits from the Immortal Dynasty spread across the world, but there was no mass panic. The major sects didn’t even notice anything unusual.

And just like that, another ten years passed.

That summer, at the age of 412, Gu An returned from Tianya Valley. He sat in a chair and stretched lazily.

He was about to take out Adventures of the Green Hero when he suddenly sensed something, prompting him to grab a large tome on formations and flip through it.

Moments later, hurried footsteps approached from outside.

The door slammed open. You Yingying stormed in and slammed a book onto the table, glaring furiously at Gu An.

“How dare you kill off the Prime Minister?!”

Nine years ago, Gu An had created a cultivation-based version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. In this version, the cunning warlords, strategists, and generals were all cultivators. It had become a sensation in the cultivation world within months.

Pan An, who had been quiet for some time, regained fame through his writing. The novel’s influence continued to grow, even spreading overseas.

The Peach Garden Oath became a cherished tale throughout the realm, sparking a trend of sworn brotherhoods in the cultivation world.

The story of Demon God Lü Bu battling three Immortal Emperors—Liu, Guan, and Zhang—at the Tiger Gate Pass was widely celebrated.

Now, Taixuan Sect had just released the latest volume, where the Prime Minister of the Shu Immortal Kingdom, Zhuge Liang, failed to light the Seven Star Lamps and died on the spot.

You Yingying had read it in the Library Hall and was heartbroken. Liu, Guan, and Zhang’s deaths had already upset her, and now with Zhuge Liang gone too, she completely lost interest and just wanted to beat Gu An up.

Gu An said helplessly, “There’s always regret, right? Early or late, death’s still death.”

“It’s not the same! He’s Zhuge Liang! He could divine fate and harness the power of heaven and earth to form the Eight Trigrams Formation. With just a wave of his fan, he could summon a wind that swept across the Great Thousand Worlds!” You Yingying’s voice grew louder, and she moved around the table, looking ready to smack him.

Gu An jumped up and dodged her claws.

As they scuffled, Gu An quickly fled downstairs.

Not long after, Gu Yu and Zuo Lin arrived in a fury. Seeing the look on their faces, Gu An muttered to himself, Not good, and hurriedly ducked into Ji Xuanyu’s room.

Ji Xuanyu was already well known as a prodigy, and with the backing of the Ji Family, even You Yingying, Gu Yu, and Zuo Lin didn’t dare charge in recklessly.

Inside the room, Ji Xuanyu was meditating on her bed. She looked over curiously. “Who’s Zhuge Liang? You’re writing another book?”

She spent most of her time cultivating and didn’t read much.

Gu An didn’t care that she’d been eavesdropping and said helplessly, “Yeah, just a story. But now people are mad at me over what happens in a book? That’s ridiculous!”

“Can I take a look?” Ji Xuanyu was intrigued and got off the bed immediately.

Gu An nodded and waved his hand over the table. Books appeared, stacked neatly.

Ji Xuanyu sat down and began flipping through them.

Meanwhile, Gu An wandered around the room. A faint scent lingered in the air.

He followed it with his eyes and noticed a red silk scarf on Ji Xuanyu’s bed. That was where the scent was coming from.

Huh?

That’s... a Supreme Immortal Treasure?

If he hadn’t used his divine sense to probe it, he never would’ve noticed.

Where did she get this treasure?

The restrictive aura on the scarf resembled Ji Xuanyu’s, but it didn’t feel like it had been claimed after birth.

Could it be… something she forged in her past life?

If so, Ji Xuanyu must have been at least at the ninth level of the Immortal Dao back then.

Makes sense. Without that level of cultivation, how could she have a figure like the Moon and Sun Nether Emperor—at the eighth level of the Divine Soul Immortal Realm—serve her so obediently?

That emperor was still in the Third Medicine Valley, rarely stepping outside.

Once the others left, Gu An prepared to leave as well.

Ji Xuanyu was completely absorbed in Romance of the Three Kingdoms and didn’t try to stop him.

Outside, Gu An didn’t return upstairs. He mounted the Blood Prison Grand Sage and began patrolling the Medicine Valley.

An Xin was cultivating under the Sevenfold Purity Tree, Long Qing and Shen Xinzi were refining their bodies in the forest, and the other disciples were all busy with their tasks. Looking around, the entire valley was brimming with life, and Gu An was pleased.

They hadn’t gone far when an immense pressure descended upon the Heavenly Spirit Great Realm.

Gu An looked up and saw a figure appear above the sky, just beneath the layer of light beyond the realm.

Divine Soul Immortal!

“I am Ancestor Yuanxu, of the Immortal Dynasty. My end is near. With thirty million years of Dao cultivation, I shall bestow a grand vow upon the world. My Dao shall become Immortal Rain, aiding all in their pursuit of enlightenment. My body shall open the path of Reincarnation, giving all souls a place to go!”

A solemn voice echoed across the Heavenly Spirit Great Realm. Everyone in the Third Medicine Valley looked up in shock.

Gu An watched as Ancestor Yuanxu spread his arms. A brilliant light burst forth, instantly outshining the seven suns beyond the heavens.

Countless figures flew from the Holy Court toward him—but they were too late.

Gu An’s eyes reflected the blinding radiance. Even he and the Blood Prison Grand Sage were completely engulfed in the light.

“Thirty million years of cultivation? Is that even real?” the Blood Prison Grand Sage asked in disbelief.

He couldn’t imagine living that long, let alone how powerful such cultivation must be.

And that Immortal Dynasty... just hearing the name felt monumental.

Could there really be a force greater than the Holy Court?

Before the light faded, rain began to fall. When the light dissipated, they saw golden clouds in the sky, pouring down golden rain.

As the golden rain fell, all beings felt refreshed and invigorated. Their cultivation even began to rise, ever so slightly.

The world was in uproar. Within the Taixuan Sect, cries of excitement rang out.

“This rain’s real?!”

“Immortal Dynasty… Ancestor Yuanxu… Am I dreaming?”

“Quick, sit down and circulate your energy! It really boosts your cultivation!”

“Immortal Dynasty? Could it be the Heavenly Court from Journey to the West?”

“So Pan An wasn’t making stuff up. There are factions where immortals and gods gather!”

In the Third Medicine Valley, the disciples were equally excited. Some immediately sat down to cultivate. Others hesitated, wary it might be a trap.

Gu An’s gaze pierced the golden clouds and locked onto Ancestor Yuanxu. Amid the blinding light, the ancestor’s body exploded, transforming into a current of energy, swirling into a vortex.

In that moment, Gu An sensed a force from the laws of the world converging toward the vortex—something tied to the soul itself.

Reincarnation.

A Divine Soul Immortal sacrificing himself to create the cycle of reincarnation?

Not even in the evolution of reincarnation had Gu An seen such a thing.

This act made the Immortal Dynasty known throughout the world. Everyone would remember their kindness.

If the Holy Court attacked now, it could tarnish their image irreparably.

Gu An raised his hand, feeling the golden rain.

Suddenly—

He saw Zhang Xianwang fly into the air, stopping above the Taicang Continent, where he sat cross-legged and began teaching the Dao.

As soon as his voice rang out, people across the land stopped what they were doing and entered a mysterious state.

Not just the Taicang Continent—Gu An saw Immortal Spirits everywhere begin teaching the Dao. This caught the attention of the Holy Court’s regional strongholds.

The Holy Court’s Grandmasters surrounded the spirits but didn’t dare act rashly.

With the Dao sounds connecting to all living beings, the spirits could now project thoughts and images into the minds of the masses.

Even the Blood Prison Grand Sage beneath Gu An slumped into a trance, entering a state of Dao enlightenment.

“So there’s even a method like this…” Gu An marveled. He didn’t get off the ox’s back but closed his eyes, pretending to be in deep understanding.

The Moon and Sun Nether Emperor stepped outside, frowning as he looked up at Zhang Xianwang.

“Immortal Dynasty… they’re really willing to sacrifice a Divine Soul Immortal…” he murmured, shaken by Ancestor Yuanxu’s grandeur.

He’d lived over fifteen million years and had never witnessed such a thing.

Regardless of whether Yuanxu had hidden motives, this act was undeniably a blessing to the world.

The torrential golden rain kept falling, passing through rooftops and mountains. No matter where one was, every living being could receive its blessing—and hear the Immortal Spirits’ teachings.