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The disciples of the Low Luo Imperial Sect hurriedly brought Wei Wuyou back onto the ship, and Zhang Chenglin also returned to the spacecraft with them.
Li Wei, feeling uneasy, approached Chongming Guang's side, raising his Long Spear and aiming it at Chongming Guang's neck. With a look of reverence, he said, "I am strong, but I don't deny it. I was too arrogant; I could have done it. They couldn't stop me."
No, since he had come, he had never thought of escaping. At the very least, he sought to return in a victorious manner.
But I have lost. Looking at my current state, where is the semblance of victory?
I was wrong; he lost. No matter how many of us there are, we are not as good as him. Perhaps I don't deny it; he lost, and I was wrong.
Chongming Guang spoke weakly to Li Wei, barely managing to utter a word before blood trickled from his lips. He had lost; despite being besieged like this, Chongming Guang would never make excuses for his failures. Perhaps that was part of what made him so formidable.
But now I have no chance to make amends.
No, he does.
Li Wei then noticed that Chongming Guang was clutching a Talisman in his leg. He wanted to drive the Long Spear into Chongming Guang's head, but Cigarette Paper was no longer an option. An overwhelming aura pressed down on everyone present, like an invisible wall of air—unseen and untouchable yet undeniably real, restricting everyone's movements.
At that moment, a faint smile twisted on Chongming Guang's face as he struggled to maintain composure. The little bit of Spiritual Energy he had just absorbed activated the Talisman.
It's so hot.
Everyone present couldn't help but think that thought in their hearts. Sweat began to bead on Hong Ling's forehead, and large droplets fell to the ground within just a few seconds.
Li Wei saw no trace of a smile in Chongming Guang's eyes. Although the treasure above his head could repair his body, the severed parts could not be restored. In such a situation, Cigarette Paper served as a desperate counterattack before death. How could someone as arrogant as Chongming Guang not feel any pleasure?
Li Wei was puzzled. That gaze was fixed on the sun, and he seemed to be murmuring something—perhaps a belief, an ideology, an ideal, or something else entirely. At that moment, Chongming Guang's eyes were filled with awe.
Hong Yulong lifted his leg with great effort and slowly wiped away the dust from Hong Ling's head. He then looked up at the sun, which pierced through countless layers of clouds and radiated immense heat. The sun was truly dazzling, Hong Yulong thought.
At this moment, Gu Ping was also stopping Dong Lai by the roadside, tying the horse to a tree trunk. He fanned himself with his clothing while looking up at the blazing sun. Why had it suddenly become so hot?
Liu Lao Jiu uncapped his Wine Gourd and took a swig before handing it to Gu Ping. With a serious expression, he looked at Gu Ping and said, "I'm afraid a Great Master has made a move."
Gu Ping shook his head; he couldn't comprehend Liu Lao Jiu's meaning regarding the Great Master and asked, "What kind of cultivator can be called a Great Master?"
Liu Lao Jiu pointed upwards and said, "Only cultivators as vast as the heavens can be called Great Masters."
Cultivators as vast as the heavens.
Gu Ping looked up at the sky. Aside from the blazing sun hanging high in Tian Zai, he felt that the clouds were gathering in one direction. Although they were moving slowly, it was evident to the naked eye that the blazing sun seemed to be getting closer.
That sun.
Liu Lao Jiu followed Gu Ping's gaze and noticed what Gu Ping had pointed out: why was the sun in Tian Zai getting closer?
Indeed, Liu Lao Jiu realized—it was getting closer and larger. The sun that hung high in the sky was gradually expanding; it was truly terrifying.
The clouds gathered ominously, moving slowly through the sky without the push of wind. Gradually, a spiraling curve began to form in the air, subtly revealing a long, elongated shape that blocked much of the fierce moonlight.
After a cup of tea's worth of time had passed, the fierce moon grew larger, and the clouds continued to converge, though their shapes began to change.
The clouds overhead unexpectedly coalesced into a giant dragon. While it lacked the intricate details of scales, the outline was unmistakable; one could clearly see the dragon's head and claws, forming a massive Cloud Dragon that obscured the entire blue sky.
Suddenly, a wild wind whipped through the area, causing Gu Ping, an ordinary person, to desperately seek something to hold onto. He clung tightly to a large tree by the roadside. Despite the fierce wind making it difficult for him to open his eyes, he could vaguely make out some shapes in the chaos.
The raging wind converged around the Cloud Dragon, which opened its mouth wide toward the fierce moon. The Cloud Dragon showed no signs of being affected by the moon's light; instead, it steadily swallowed the enlarging moon without any sign of melting away.
Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the wind ceased. Tian Yi Dong Zi darkened Dong Lai, and visibility dropped to nothing. The sky erupted with torrential rain. A passerby who had just released their grip on the tree now sought refuge beneath its branches once more, uncertain of when the rain would finally stop.
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