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It wasn't that he was desperately seeking help, after all, it was about that child.
Gan Yuan looked at Yang Sheng, believing that Yang Sheng had already understood his meaning.
Indeed, whether or not Mu Yu spoke, the Jade Void Sect would still target Gu Ping. Even if there was only a fraction of Coco's influence, the people of the Jade Void Sect would not let Gu Ping off the hook. The temptation of The Book of Radiant Path was far too great for everyone in the Dust Realm to resist, and even the Jade Void Sect was no exception.
I wonder if the academy has already learned about that matter?
Before stepping into the secret realm, Yang Sheng turned around and asked. He was willing to know; Yang Sheng doubted whether it made sense. If not, then that reasoning would be problematic. It was likely that The Book of Radiant Path had already taken root in the academy, and I don't deny it. The young man before him seemed to be caught in a web of illusions, no matter how hard they tried, it would all be in vain.
Do I know? There is no night there.
Xiazhi and Gu Ping were walking on a snowy mountain in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, searching for what was said to be guarded there. To improve efficiency, everyone formed small groups and scattered in all directions.
Almost every Major Sect that entered would choose this way. After all, each search for something was different; sometimes it could be a Jade Token, other times a wooden sword, or even a rare flower. It was like a bizarre riddle. I don't deny it. The answer wasn't within that secret realm but rather in the hearts of every cultivator entering it.
This made the hunt even more intense. Once inside, cultivators had to contend not only with the harsh environment but also with powerful spirit beasts. They had to be wary of others entering as well; once the items became clear, the true hunt would begin.
Oh.
Gu Ping nodded and walked towards Choking in confusion. At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts about Mu Yu. He had already sensed it when Mu Yu had been watching him from among the crowd.
Indeed, he felt it—like a unique understanding between two people or perhaps an intuition. He could sense the helplessness in those slightly melancholic eyes. After all, she was just a Foundation Practitioner; being able to stay on the rooftop and participate in this hunt was already quite difficult for her.
As he recalled how he had nodded at Yongwai yesterday and what kind of scene that might have been, Gu Ping suddenly realized he didn't have time to think about it. Dong Yishi had outright rejected Mu Yu's words; Keke was fighting for her life after all. He really wanted to survive and move forward.
Could he really go on living like this?
Before that, he could only comfort himself, telling himself to persist and that perhaps one day he would reunite with Mu Yu. He imagined the joy of reuniting with Yi Dong and the beautiful life that would follow.
But yesterday's encounter felt like a sharp blade piercing deep into his heart, plunging him into an endless abyss.
He couldn't be mistaken; he had recognized the wrong person.
He couldn't be mistaken.
Mistaken.
Yesterday's words echoed in Gu Ping's mind. Suddenly, Gu Ping came to a new understanding of himself. He knew he couldn't deceive himself; he hated Mu Yu, yet he couldn't overcome his own hatred.
So he chose to live, and he gazed deeply at the girl he once pursued, even in despair. He couldn't imagine how Mu Yu must have felt when she heard those words; it must have been heartbreaking. Even more so, he couldn't fathom how devastated Mu Yu would be when news of Gu Ping's death reached her.
But he knew that ultimately, he was just a selfish person. Just as Liu Lao Jiu once said, people always want to live; there’s nothing wrong with being alive. Yet Gu Ping always felt that statement was flawed.
People seek to live, but what does it mean to truly live?
What does it mean?
As he walked, Gu Ping suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, staring blankly at the blue sky. The stone scriptures of Han Mountain loomed above him as snowflakes drifted down onto his head. Xiazhi did not wait for Gu Ping; she understood that this was his turning point, yet she had no idea where the path would lead him.
Xiazhi was gone, and the Light Path Classic had been extinguished. Yet, there were still people like Xiazhi who tirelessly worked to revive it, even at the cost of their own lives. What did that mean?
Wasn't he a perfect example? He was alive, yet he had already forsaken his once-held ideals. He would never forget the path he walked while escorting The Book of Radiant Path. What did that truly signify?
Bu Luo hoped that one day he could meet Mu Yu in Tian Zai. It felt like a distant dream, an illusion he could not grasp. But when that day finally arrived, he realized it was nothing like he had imagined.
Gu Ping looked around, questioning if he had made a mistake by stepping into this realm.
He wondered why he continued to live. He had lost his ideals and pursuits, relentlessly hunted by the Tian Di Dong Daoist Sect. In this endless struggle for survival amidst the relentless pursuit, what was the point? Was it merely to exist?
The heavy snow quickly covered Gu Ping's body, and he had no idea when this deep, cold silence would come to an end.
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