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Those words flowed like a rushing galaxy, shaking Gu Ping's spirit and awakening the Middleman from his dreams.
He questioned whether he possessed the memories of the Primordial Celestial Demon, and if so, did that mean he was Gu Ping or something else entirely?
He feared that he might hinder Daoist Master Wei Guangming, Chen Taiyi, and Liu Dong, and that at the moment he achieved enlightenment, he would transform into another Primordial Dao being.
He hesitated, wondering if that world could accommodate a being who sought the Great Dao like Gu Ping.
Whether he could or could not, it had never changed; he was Gu Ping. If that world could not accept a being who sought the Great Dao like Gu Ping, then he would strive to change that world.
The old man nodded in satisfaction. As Gu Ping opened his eyes wide, two beams of light—one gray and one red—shot into the sky, breaking the silence of the night and awakening Tian Zai.
The patrolling disciples of Cheng Dao Sect rushed over on their flying swords, eager to discover what had transpired in the Xiao Clan's Cave Heaven. However, they were stopped outside by Xiao Zhe's voice transmission.
Bu Luo's disciples had made a breakthrough in their cultivation; there was no need for alarm. They should disperse.
Several patrolling disciples exchanged glances, each understanding the situation. Which disciple could cause such a tremendous disturbance? It was likely that some extraordinary cultivation method had been practiced. To prevent prying eyes, they were not allowed to approach. Bu Luo Laozu's Cave Heaven was not a place for ordinary disciples to enter or exit freely; those who came were merely passing through. If something truly went wrong, they would not take the blame.
Gu Ping looked at his legs and clenched his fists tightly. He struck the ground with all his might, causing the azure stone beneath him to shatter instantly. In that moment, Gu Ping could truly confirm his physical strength and the power of his Divine Sense.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master. May I dare to ask about your cultivation realm?"
Bu Luo dismissed the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation as nothing noteworthy and asked, "So why is that?"
The disciple was curious about how the master could perceive the issues he faced.
"The Bright Moon has transmitted to me a Cultivation Method for diligent practice. By next month, I will surely achieve Minghong. Is there any doubt?"
Gu Ping pondered for a moment before responding, "Indeed, there is one."
He continued, "I want to ask, if the Nine Nether Invasion spreads across many sects in the Primordial Dao, how should our Sect respond?"
"Should we not repel the enemy outside the Sect?"
"What if we cannot withstand them?"
"Then we must contact all the various sects and unite against the enemy."
"What if the other Five Major Sects merely watch from the sidelines?"
"In that case, let them suffer the consequences; there will be no compromise."
The disciple had one final question: "When Ancestor spoke those words, did he consider the people of Shandong? From what I know, the Nine Nether Invasion does not solely affect the Cultivation World."
Gu Ping did not sidestep the issue; his intent was clear.
For a long while, Xiao Zhe remained silent, quietly observing the young man before him. This young man was Gu Ping, his newly accepted disciple. Although Xiao Zhe understood that Gu Ping was more than just a student to him, he couldn’t help but feel that his disciple was completely satisfied with the question he had posed.
He wanted to say that the affairs of mortals were of no concern to them, that the Daoist Sect would handle such matters. He could even argue that it was fine not to save those mortals. Yet, after pondering for a long time, he ultimately held his tongue. Xiao Zhe knew that the question at hand was not merely about the distinction between immortals and mortals; it involved the principles of their Sect, the origins of Dao Tradition, and various perspectives held by the Daoist Sect.
Xiao Zhe realized that Gu Ping was really asking whether they should choose the Cheng Dao Sect or Primordial Dao, whether to remain on the mountain as a secluded immortal or to step into the world and save the people from their suffering.
As the saying goes, when one achieves success, they should benefit others; when one is in distress, they should focus on self-cultivation. The Primordial Dao teaches that one cannot be like a clay statue crossing a river—unable to protect oneself—so how could anyone care about those insignificant mortals in the eyes of an immortal?
But to save or not to save—that was what Gu Ping truly wanted to ask.
He didn’t know that Bu Luo felt he had already made his choice.
“Thank you, Master. I take my leave,” Gu Ping said.
Without receiving an answer, Gu Ping quietly departed. He had never expected to find an answer on his second day in the Sect. Yet escaping that state of limbo brought him unexpected joy; how could he dare to seek more?
Gu Ping believed that with time on his side, he would eventually carve out a path leading to the Great Dao.
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