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Some people may seem to understand each other, yet they will never grasp the ideals and beliefs that lie beneath. This was the case for Gu Ping and Ye Youluo.
For Gu Ping, fate was always in his own hands; he would never bow to what others called destiny. If he had done so, he would have long since perished in the events of The Book of Radiant Path, and there would be no achievements to speak of.
In Ye Youluo's eyes, fate had its own form and essence. Many did not believe in destiny, yet they were still enveloped by it. Within Fate, there were predetermined outcomes.
He understood what I wanted to prove, but to him, it held no significance.
As the Black-Red Chess Piece spun endlessly, the two of them witnessed a fierce battle unfolding on a bridge—an ordinary bridge made of unknown materials.
Despite the numerous Nascent Soul Cultivators and their spells crashing against it, the bridge remained intact. Even the Azure Wave Vinewood Sword and Sima Wuduan's massive Dull Sword left no trace on it. If they were to fall into the water, they would face attacks from the many Nascent Soul Cultivators behind them. The overwhelming spells could change the very skies, yet the banks of Yan Dong River showed no signs of disturbance.
Many had already been eliminated before the arrival of these two; the bridge was stained with the blood of Transcendent Practitioners.
For many Nine Nether Cultivators, encountering blood would instill fear and hesitation, causing them to retreat. However, on either side of Yan Dong's stone bridge, individuals could influence each other's perspectives.
The stone bridge flowed with bright red blood—blood seen by those from the World of Dust as well as from the Ninth Underworld. In this situation, they could not use flying swords or other ranged attacks; close combat was their only option. This was precisely the most brutal aspect of war.
To hold half the bridge meant fighting for control over the entire structure. There were no complex strategies or tactics involved; once combat reached that point, it resembled two armies misaligned. No individual would choose to retreat until only Dongyi people remained in battle.
For Bu Luo and other powerful Transcendent Practitioners, they could fight until exhaustion while protecting themselves and then switch out for another fighter. But for Nascent Soul Cultivators, once they crossed the bridge, there were two possible outcomes: one could either triumph over Mistake and quickly retreat or be eliminated and leave the battlefield altogether.
When Ye Youluo and Gu Ping finally arrived at the battlefield, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, let out a slow sigh of relief. He knew that the battle should be over.
Sima Wuduan was slowly getting to his feet, propping himself up with his heavy sword, preparing to face the initial challenge while Coco was recovering.
At that moment, Ying Zhan was showcasing his Fist and Foot technique, managing to take on two opponents at once and gaining the upper hand. Meanwhile, the Night Emperor was fixated on Gu Ping, but he received no response from him. He understood that Gu Ping had made his choice.
Since Qunqin Ping had made a choice, it meant that continuing the fight would be meaningless; defeat awaited them.
For the Night Emperor, this was not fair. However, he had never sought fairness from the beginning. When he first entered the Sect and was bullied, no one stood up for him. During his trials in Dongshan, when he was deceived, there was no compassion shown. When disaster struck his family, no one intervened. And when he was hunted by the Ying Clan, he faced overwhelming odds alone.
To the Night Emperor, there had never been any fairness in this world. Even though he had just used all his strength to block many cultivators alongside Tenglan with his own blood and successfully held out until reinforcements arrived, it did not mean they had won the battle.
For the Night Emperor, a single defeat was unacceptable; it was hard for him to bear. The opportunity was right in front of him—if only Ye Youluo could have hesitated for a moment, then Jie Donglai would not have posed any trouble. But Gu Ping chose to give up while the Night Emperor chose to trust.
However, Gu Ping could not gain the trust of the Night Emperor by merely showcasing his Dao Foundation. The Night Emperor clearly saw this point, and it was precisely because Gu Ping recognized who the Night Emperor was that he made his choice. Even if Gu Ping saw it as a gamble, he had miscalculated. Ye Huan understood clearly how he should walk his path—how to walk it and how to think about it. As for their innate talents, he had no thoughts about them; he sought a path that belonged solely to him and could not be replicated. That was precisely what made him different from the Night Emperor and what gave Gu Ping peace of mind.
The audience outside fell silent upon seeing Ye Youluo and Gu Ping arrive; everyone knew that the moment of battle had ended. Whether Buqi accepted it or not, whether he acknowledged it or not, and regardless of how he thought about his supported side winning, the reality remained unchanged—no one could alter it.
No one clearly saw that moment when Gu Ping struck. A sword light that darkened heaven and earth sliced through the already blood-stained Blood Bridge with just one strike. In an instant, all cultivators fighting on the bridge were swept away by that single sword strike—some fell into the water, some were knocked down by the sword's force, and others were sent crashing off the long Blood Bridge.
The sword remained sheathed; Bu Luo's Sheath was indeed made of wood. Although it was intricately carved and beautifully designed, anyone could recognize at a glance that it was made of wood.
Gu Ping stood at the bridgehead, his long sword pointed at Qiao Dong. Behind him, his fellow cultivators surged across the Blood Bridge, transforming their advantage in strength into tangible results.
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