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"Do you know about the Other Shore?" Gan Yuan asked as he admired the scenery of Bow, turning to Hong Yulong.
There was no rush to pay this time, as there was no pressing need. Now that all leads had gone cold, it was possible to wait for those from the Jade Void Sect to reveal themselves, or for the Moon River Sect to make their move, or for Yong Wan Guangming Dao Ren to appear.
Whether or not Light Path Classic was involved, I don't deny it. Even if Gu Ping was not connected, or if the Moon River Sect was not involved, once they showed up, it would undoubtedly cause a stir. The appearance of one party would indicate that others were not far behind.
No one knew how many forces the Daoist Sect had sent into the World of Mortals to search for The Book of Radiant Path. No one knew how many people would rush in upon hearing news, and no one knew how long Gu Ping could hide.
With Light Path Classic in play, it was like a wounded tiger hiding in the dense forests of the World of Mortals, ready to pounce on anyone searching for Dao Canon. It was likely that no one could withstand the dying counterattack from Light Path Classic, given its immense power in the World of Mortals.
As Liu Xiaoshui traveled along the waterways, the boat weaved through a dense network of rivers. At times it navigated steep mountains and deep ravines, while at others it glided across wide river surfaces. The scenery resembled what Liu Xia, the famous poet, described in his verses: "I travel through my homeland and observe the rivers' flow; like scales and horns they twist and turn across the cracked earth. Schools of fish frolic in the water, birds soar in the sky, and at times five-colored lights shine upon distant mountains and across seas, illuminating nearby green forests. In midsummer, with my feet on gentle breezes, how can this not be more beautiful than what heaven offers? There is no greater joy in this world; what more could I seek?"
Did I want to mention Higanbana? Hong Yulong did not seem as pretentious and intoxicated as Gan Yuan; for him, having a place like Hong Ling was enough.
Legend has it that there are several great Immortal Beings in the Ninth Underworld. They have existed since the birth of their world and will vanish alongside its destruction. Gan Yuan's words seemed somewhat disconnected from reality; those myths had long been distorted among people and were becoming increasingly unbelievable.
Some say they are truly worthy of respect because they carry their entire race's legacy forward. They are powerful but bear the sins of their entire lineage; is that not a punishment bestowed upon them by heaven? Hong Yulong continued.
Youluo, Hades, Underworld—yet there is also the Other Shore and Lutuo with its River of Forgetfulness. Each possesses destructive power that could rival that of Dao Zun. A longing for such power flickered in Gan Yuan's eyes.
At every end of an era, another era begins anew within the World of Mortals. They have experienced a transformation from weakness to strength; heaven grants them opportunities for redemption.
Everyone knows such legends exist, but no one has ever seen these immortal beings. Perhaps it's because they hide their traces from discovery; I don't deny it. After all, those who have seen them have vanished from this world.
Once, on his way back to the mountain gate, he had seen a corpse like that. It was a Nine Netherman, and later, Senior Brother Qianyu killed that Nine Netherman.
Hong Yulong shook his head; he had never encountered such a situation. He knew that for a late-stage Foundation Establishment genius, the prospect of achieving Golden Core could lead to immense fear and hesitation.
Gan Yuan then spoke up, recalling that time when the Qianqing Sister of the Qi Refinement Ninth Layer had been slashed across her body, quickly transforming into something akin to that Nine Netherman.
Hong Yulong looked closely at the smiling face, which conveyed no sense of joy. The eyes, squinting in fear, revealed a terror so profound that even someone like Gan Yuan could not hide it.
A monster—no, a terrifying monster that struck fear into the hearts of mortals. The Shallow Green Senior Sister had also been accidentally injured; she had forced her treasured sword into her own leg, compelling him to kill her. As Gan Yuan spoke, he could no longer contain his emotions; his voice trembled, and even with his eyes closed, tears streamed down from the corners.
In the beginning, he moved against it; he was afraid—terribly afraid. He feared that his senior sister would become that kind of monster. He didn’t want her to die, but there was no way out. That was when he first used his sword to kill someone.
At that moment, Hong Ling also stood up. Uncharacteristically, she did not bicker with Gan Yuan. For the first time, she realized that the person before her was not much older than herself—a living being who could cry, laugh, feel joy, and experience sorrow—unlike the hypocrite who wore a false smile all day long.
Later, the master told him that if a Nine Netherman accidentally touched Higanbana, then Higanbana would sense the aura of the Ninth Underworld and spread its sins to the Nine Netherman. That person would transform into something neither human nor ghostly and would then propagate sin in place of Higanbana among mortals.
He believed that those people in the ancient city had turned into monsters; hence Hong Ling's speculation.
He didn’t know. Gan Yuan shook his head and took a deep breath before continuing. He didn’t want to stay there any longer; the ancient city was indeed too dangerous.
“I’m scared,” said Hong Ling once again as she mocked Gan Yuan, curling her lips in disdain.
Yet Gan Yuan did not retaliate; instead, he continued: “So they haven’t... In their ancient city, I think they must have used some kind of celestial secret technique to hide themselves.”
"Then why are they begging? Hurry up and take advantage of his illness to seek his life!" Hong Ling said anxiously, as if just by returning quickly, they could immediately wipe out the Nine Nethermen of the Moon River Sect.
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