When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 246: The Eye of Heaven Prophecy

Ji Qiankun felt extremely uncomfortable under Ji Xuanyu's gaze. At some point, he had begun to find his own daughter unfathomable. Even though his cultivation level was higher than hers, he always felt that she was dangerous. He had even suspected that she had been possessed by someone else, but after thorough examinations, he found no traces of soul possession.

Ji Xuanyu slowly spoke, "Father, do you know the origins of the Innate Dao Sigil?"

Ji Qiankun frowned and said, "The Innate Dao Sigil is an inheritance left behind by ancient immortals. It chooses its master through the cycle of reincarnation. Those who possess it have exceptional talent, and with each breakthrough into a new major realm, they naturally receive its inheritance."

"Xuanyu, it was I who introduced you to the Innate Dao Sigil back then. Of course, I haven't forgotten its importance. But the sigil is not unique in this world. The Ji family has reached a bottleneck in its development. We need a force like the Seven Star Spirit Realm to open a path overseas. Your sacrifice for the family will not go unrewarded."

Ji Xuanyu stood up, gazing at Ji Qiankun from within the pavilion.

The moonlight was like flowing water, and the night wind was bitterly cold.

Ji Qiankun felt irritated by his daughter's stare. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Xuanyu interrupted:

"The Innate Dao Sigil within me has granted me a Heavenly Eye. Do you know what I have seen with it?"

Looking at her exquisitely beautiful face, now utterly cold and emotionless, Ji Qiankun felt an inexplicable unease. He pressed, "What did you see?"

Ji Xuanyu stepped forward, moving past the stone table and toward the pavilion's exit. With each step, her presence surged, her expression as icy as a celestial goddess from the heavens. Her gaze never left Ji Qiankun.

"I saw the Seven Star Spirit Realm shattering, its lands reduced to ruins, and its people slaughtered by the millions, rivers running red with blood."

"I saw the Ji family facing destruction, the qilin wailing in sorrow."

"I saw you, Father—beheaded, your eyes still open in death."

Ji Xuanyu's voice was not loud, nor was her tone particularly heavy, yet each of her words struck Ji Qiankun's heart like a thunderclap.

The Innate Dao Sigil was the culmination of an ancient immortal's cultivation. No one truly understood the extent of its power.

Not even the Ji family knew what abilities Ji Xuanyu's sigil possessed.

Standing on the steps, Ji Xuanyu looked down at Ji Qiankun and said, "If the Ji family only wanted my Innate Dao Sigil, I might not have refused. But you also want me dead. Tell me, how should I possibly agree to that?"

Ji Qiankun remained silent. He wanted to say something, but when he met Ji Xuanyu’s gaze, he felt that any words would be meaningless.

"No matter what nonsense you say, this matter is already decided. Your time is running out!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Ji Qiankun turned and left.

Watching his departing figure, Ji Xuanyu was not angry. Instead, a trace of disdain appeared on her face.

At Dawn

Yan Qitian opened his eyes and found himself still in the forest. The figure of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path was already gone.

He recalled the inherited memories in his mind, his expression complex.

"Dao-Breaking Divine Light..."

He hadn't expected the Sword Sovereign to grant him such an inheritance. He had explicitly stated that no payment was necessary, yet the Sword Sovereign still chose to do this. Such generosity earned his deep respect.

At the same time, he understood that if word of this spread, the Sword Sovereign would not let him off easily.

The Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path was a cultivator who clearly distinguished gratitude from resentment, a man of his word.

Yan Qitian could sense that the Dao-Breaking Divine Light was no ordinary technique—this was an extraordinary opportunity!

After much thought, he decided to visit Taixuan Sect.

Regardless of everything else, since the Sword Sovereign had chosen to live in seclusion within Taixuan Sect, befriending the sect would be a way to show his gratitude.

Moreover, he felt this might be an opportunity for himself.

Perhaps, with Taixuan Sect’s help, his path in cultivation could be smoother.

Having made up his mind, he turned and flew toward Taixuan Sect.

Third Medicine Valley

Meanwhile, in the Third Medicine Valley, Gu An was leading the disciples in morning exercises. Over nine hundred disciples practicing together was a grand sight, and even Yang was earnestly participating.

The autumn air was crisp, and spiritual energy was abundant.

Gu An was in a great mood, his face beaming with a bright smile. Seeing his cheerful expression, the disciples’ spirits lifted as well.

After the exercises, Gu An didn’t leave. Instead, he pulled Xiao Chuan aside for a game of chess. Other disciples wanted to watch, but he refused them.

As Xiao Chuan sat down, he said excitedly, "Senior Brother, I won’t go easy on you! I’ve won seventeen games in a row recently."

He neatly arranged the black and white pieces on the board and made the first move.

Gu An followed suit and casually asked, "How’s your cultivation progressing? Have you been taking the pills I gave you on schedule?"

Xiao Chuan was three realms below Gu An, already approaching his lifespan’s limit. Gu An planned to help him break through in the next two years.

Unlike Li Ya and Zhen Qin, who roamed the cultivation world, Xiao Chuan had little ambition and simply helped Gu An manage medicinal herbs. But in Gu An’s heart, Xiao Chuan was irreplaceable.

In this life, Xiao Chuan had been the one by his side the longest—their bond was already that of family.

Xiao Chuan answered absentmindedly, "Yeah, I’ve been taking them properly."

What he was really thinking about was how to crush Gu An in this game and leave him stunned.

Yet, as soon as he placed a piece, Gu An followed swiftly, playing at a rapid pace. At first, Xiao Chuan didn’t mind, but soon, the speed put immense pressure on him.

To make matters worse, Gu An kept asking him questions, forcing him to respond while playing, which completely threw him off.

Gu An, of course, noticed Xiao Chuan’s growing frustration—this was all intentional.

Watching Xiao Chuan struggle, Gu An found it immensely amusing.

Suddenly, Gu An asked, "Xiao Chuan, have you thought about leaving the mountain to get married and start a family?"

Xiao Chuan's head shot up in alarm. "Senior Brother, are you trying to get rid of me?!"

Gu An rolled his eyes. "Life is meant to be experienced. I’m just suggesting you marry and have children. You can always come back whenever you want. But if you’re not interested in women, that’s fine too."

Xiao Chuan, now 138 years old, had never experienced romance. As his senior brother, Gu An felt it was his duty to guide him.

Though Gu An himself hadn’t been involved in such matters in this life, he had already experienced them in his previous one. To him, it wasn’t a big deal—but Xiao Chuan was different.

Xiao Chuan turned bright red. "That doesn’t seem right..."

"What’s wrong with it? I’ll even give you some money so you can buy a house in town. Once you settle down, matchmakers will come knocking. Live a normal life for twenty or thirty years—maybe it’ll do you good," Gu An said lightly, placing another piece on the board. His move completely cornered Xiao Chuan.

Shameless!

How could he pull this kind of move in a chess match?!

Xiao Chuan’s thoughts were a mess, but he couldn’t deny that Gu An’s words had struck a chord.

Gu An had another motive in sending Xiao Chuan down the mountain—he wanted to see if experiencing the mortal world would help Xiao Chuan achieve enlightenment.

Enlightenment was a mysterious thing. Even Free Soaring Immortals couldn’t force someone to comprehend the Dao.

Yet, if one could attain enlightenment, it could even extend their lifespan.

After much persuasion, Xiao Chuan was utterly defeated in the game.

Gu An stood up, smiling. "Think it over. If you decide, just come find me. You’ll always be my junior brother, and I’ll always protect you."

Hearing this, Xiao Chuan’s mood lifted. As he turned his head, he saw Gu An walking away.

For some reason, he felt that Gu An had made these arrangements because he was worried about his impending lifespan limit.

A smile appeared on Xiao Chuan’s face.

Gu An also smiled to himself. "Little guy, you think you can beat me? Try again in eight hundred years."

That day, Yan Qitian’s visit to Taixuan Sect caused a stir among the upper echelons of the sect. Lü Baitian personally received him, and the two had an extensive exchange.

Three days later, Yan Qitian departed. Soon after, Taixuan Sect officially announced that Yan Qitian, ranked second on the Heavenly Rankings, had become their Guest Elder. This news ignited excitement throughout the entire sect.

It was rumored that Yan Qitian had left behind numerous cultivation techniques and spells and had even promised that if Taixuan Sect ever faced a crisis, they could summon him with a magical artifact.

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In gratitude, Taixuan Sect began to widely publicize Yan Qitian’s deeds, shaping him into the sect’s strongest cultivator.

His addition sent ripples throughout the cultivation world. Various dynasties and sects began scrambling to strengthen diplomatic ties with Taixuan Sect.

However, Cang Heaven Sect remained eerily silent, its morale visibly low.

Seasons Changed—Winter Arrives

Xuan Valley.

Snow drifted gently from the sky as Gu An stood by his window, admiring the winter scenery.

His divine sense stretched across the vast continent.

Dealing with Seven Star Spirit Realm required a careful approach. The realm was vast, and overseas forces such as the Five Star Caves posed additional complications. Attempting to take them down in one fell swoop would be difficult and might alert other overseas factions or hidden grandmasters.

Thus, Gu An planned to first eliminate the Six Star Cave and Seven Star Cave within the continent before making his next move.

His divine sense swept over the world, monitoring the small pocket dimensions scattered throughout the land. He was patiently waiting for unrest within the Seven Star Spirit Realm to provide an opportunity to strike.

Since the emergence of Divine Anomaly City, many powerful oceanic cultivators had traveled inland, including members of the Starsea Sect Alliance, who had long been investigating Seven Star Spirit Realm. Battles between the two factions frequently erupted across the continent.

Gu An intended to wait for Starsea Sect to cause significant turmoil before launching his own attack. His goal was simple—annihilate the Seven Star Spirit Realm’s high-ranking cultivators, ensuring that their influence on the continent was completely erased.

Once that was achieved, Starsea Sect would inevitably press northward, forcing Seven Star Spirit Realm to focus on defending its borders rather than maintaining control over the mainland.

On this day, Gu An sensed a unique power stirring within Seven Star Spirit Realm—something unusual, something… intriguing.

His divine sense honed in on the source of the disturbance.

What he saw deepened his curiosity.

"This world truly hides many dragons in the shadows… The forces lurking in the dark are quite formidable."

He mused to himself before turning away from the window.

Sitting at his desk, he picked up a copy of The Secrets of Taixuan.

"The more books you read, the more you understand what is truly timeless."

Classics never grow old.

Page by page, he read on.

Three Years Passed in the Blink of an Eye

Gu An’s lifespan had once again surpassed 100,000 years.

On this day, he closed his book and stored it in his spatial pouch, then stood up and stepped out of his pavilion.

The scorching summer sun blazed overhead, cicadas chirping in the trees.

The sight stirred a memory—fifteen lifetimes ago, when he first arrived in Xuan Valley, stepping into cultivation.

His gaze landed on Lu Jiu Jia, who was teaching newly recruited errand disciples.

For a moment, Lu Jiu Jia’s silhouette overlapped in Gu An’s mind with that of Zhang Chunqiu.

A hundred years had passed. The world had changed, but some things remained the same.

Gu An smiled faintly.

Now, he needed to decide which magical artifact to use in the upcoming battle.

Simply crushing his enemies with raw power… would be far too dull.