Chapter 2297 Third Disciple

Chapter 2297 Third Disciple

The First White Mother didn't wait, shooting off into the distance. Even though she seemed to act like nothing more than a little girl just now, she was still an Immortal God, one a step away from the Peak Immortal God Realms, no less. The number of people who could threaten her on the Immortal Plane numbered in the tens.

Of course, the Ancestors didn't care about who they saw as a little girl in their eyes. Even though they knew she was the reincarnation of the Ancestor Celestial Deer, even if she reawakened her memories right now, without some time, she wouldn't be able to make waves without at least a few thousand years.

Plus, they had their own pride. They were already attacking Abraxus as one, if they also used a little gril to threaten him, then their dao hearts would be impacted and their lifespans would shorten.

This was actually where the true foundation of Karma came from.

'You must hold on master, I'm sure senior brother has a plan.'

The innocent expression on the First White Mother's face disappeared, replaced with the bearing one would expect from an expert of her level. Regardless, she was still an expert who had lived through billions of years. Beyond this, she had fought in a war that ravaged the Immortal Plane for much of that time as well. She wasn't someone who could be underestimated.

Still the devastation she found when she finally regained her calm enough to check her surroundings and plan ahead left her pale.

On the Immortal Plane, the sort of discrimination that mortals experienced knew no bounds. Unless you were lucky enough to be born into a prestigious family, you were practically guaranteed to live a life of pain and suffering. And, in some cases, even if you were this lucky, those powerful families might very well just throw you out regardless of familial ties.

Many didn't acknowledge the fact that Abraxus had a power of his own, and this was very much true. However, the reason behind this wasn't because he had never taken anyone in. Rather, it could be said that among the Peak Immortal Gods, he had taken in the most.

It was just that ... most of them were mortals.

Even if one were born a mortal on the Immortal Plane, becoming an Immortal wasn't necessarily impossible. The trouble was that it was incredibly painful for them to just exist. Cultivating came with a whole other different level of pain. Just taking in qi might cause irreparable internal injuries that would leave your future prospects dim even if you managed to make a name for yourself.

A large majority of Abraxus' people were like this.

However, not many dared to directly attack him. And, the reason for this wasn't just because of Abraxus' personal prowess either.

Just imagine for a moment what kind of strength a cultivator who suffered such pain all their lives would have? How firm would their dao hearts be? If they could manage to resolve the internal injuries they suffered as mortals... just what kind of existences would they be?

This was the true fearsomeness behind Abraxus' power. There were very few amongst his people who managed to reach this height, but those who did put cultivators of the same tier to shame.

Over the years, Abraxus had raised many of these mortal experts. They were all monsters in their own right, experts no one dared to look down upon. Yet... They were being massacred. Not because of their inferiority, but because there were simply too few of them.

"Don't you dare!" First White Mother growled.

However, it was already too late. The ten black armored guardians looked at once another with bitter smiles, but there wasn't an ounce of regret or fear on their faces. If there was anything they wished for, it was more strength so that so many wouldn't have died under their protection.

Each sword severed five heads. Gilpin flicked his wrists once more and rays of sword qi flashed, shattering ten nascent souls an instant later.

"You... Monster!"

Gilpin laughed as he turned to face the First White Mother.

"You're still just as naïve as ever. People say that you're the reincarnation of an expert, but why are you still such a child? I'm a monster for killing a few warriors in battle? Wouldn't we all be monsters then? Can't you think of something more clever?"

In truth, Gilpin wasn't saying this just to say this. He really did find the First White Mother's attitude to be quite ridiculous. He was certain that if he asked her what the names of the ten who just died were, she would stand blankly on the spot.

Crying out in bloody rage for people you didn't even know? Wasn't that the pinnacle of stupidity? How could she ever claim to be an expert when this was how she functioned? It really was all too ridiculous.

Despite this, the First White Mother's rage hadn't been dampened. And, despite the disdain in his words, Gilpin didn't dare to take her lightly either. No matter how naïve she was, this was still the third disciple of that monster and the junior sister of that other monster. If Abraxus was really so casual with taking disciples, wouldn't everyone be his disciple? Yet, he only took these three. This spoke volumes about their talent.

The First White Mother stretched out a palm to meet Gilpin's swords. The result should have been obvious. Such a small, delicate palm meeting the blades of swords that had just taken the heads of ten Immortal Gods. A beauty should have fallen on that day. Yet...

BANG!

Gilpin was sent flying. He only vaguely felt an impact to his chest then his torso caved in and his heart shattered. He even felt that he was only a moment away from losing his life. Had it not been for the overwhelming vitality of Immortal Gods, he really would have fallen.

The First White Mother stood in the skies, her fury reaching the high heavens. Even the attacking Elven Army below couldn't help but stop.

Unfortunately for them, she didn't have the thought to spare them.

Her palms rained down like torrential storms, slaughtering hundreds of immortals with her every strike.

She was the Nameless Immortal God's Junior Sister. She was the Time and Space Immortal God's third disciple. Her fury wasn't something others could casually contend with.

In the distance, Gipin, who had torn through several mountains, violently coughed up blood and weakly stood, his gaze practically spitting fire.