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"Are the two of you willing to accompany him back to the Sect?"
"If not, then please, Lao Luo."
"Please, both of you."
The three of them rode on auspicious clouds towards the Daozong Mountain Gate. During the journey, they couldn't help but mention the Bright Moon Battle. In just two hours, a disciple from the Peak Foundation Establishment continuously impressed the three elders, leaving them in awe.
Sometimes, the three elders couldn't help but wonder if they were truly getting old. Even the once budding Peak Foundation Establishment disciple like Mingdu seemed capable of standing on his own now.
Leaving aside other matters, just looking at Gu Ping initially blocking Zhang Hongyan's Luo Tian Blood Palm was enough to show how much Gu Ping had grasped the Way of Time. Although he had suffered serious injuries at first, that one kick alone was enough to fend off countless strong enemies. It was even possible for him to defeat opponents across realms, making the three elders envious.
That child’s future was boundless. Lao Luo himself didn’t know how many times he had uttered that sentiment. He felt that apart from that phrase, he couldn’t find any other words to describe Gu Hong, a disciple who made every elder of Cheng Dao Sect proud.
Xiao Laozu had indeed found such an outstanding disciple before facing his first Heavenly Tribulation. It could be said that he had fulfilled a long-held wish. Surviving the initial trial with a greater chance was certainly a good thing.
Indeed, if another Mahayana Practitioner could be added, especially in light of Jie Donglai's northern war, their chances would be even greater and they could be more at ease. Yet, who knew when those damned fellows would join the battlefield? Would they only become anxious when it was too late?
Elder Jing was known for his integrity and spoke straightforwardly without sparing any face for the other major Super Sects.
This time, the Nine Nether Invasion was vastly different from previous ones. It seemed that the Underworld Path and Oil Lu Dao were truly serious this time. At the forefront were those ancient empires and their Primordial Dao that had been passed down since ancient times. The two elders knew how many later cultivators were hoping for their Old Man of Primordial Dao to step up; without a decree from the Daoist Sect, how could other Sects dare to rashly join the battle? It appeared that those who could stand with them against the enemy were just those troublesome neighbors.
Some matters were beyond the reach of ordinary Outer Sect elders. Lao Luo, being a powerful elder from Discipline Peak, had heard some rumors and understood certain obvious things. The plans of Celestial Dao Gate were something they could easily speculate about; for them, if heaven asked them to do something, they would simply do it without overthinking it.
Bu Luo did not deny it. There was no good news from the Northern Battlefield Report. The once-glorious Night Emperor had appeared in the Northern Battlefield, ruthlessly slaughtering the invading Nine Nether Cultivators. There were tales among the northern herdsmen about a Buddhist High Monk, who was said to have intervened early in the war, though it was akin to using an arm to block a cart. Nevertheless, his spirit amidst the dire straits of the northern herdsmen was truly admirable. It was uncertain when the Sect would send someone to the battlefield, but with the Northern Border of Ming rapidly collapsing and the Nine Nether Army advancing like a tidal wave, it wouldn't be long before the Sect's counterattack from Yuezi commenced.
Elder Liu could only choose his words carefully, but the bad news about the Sect far outweighed any good news circulating.
After that incident, he contemplated resigning from his position as Discipline Peak Elder to head to the Northern Battlefield, hoping to contribute a bit more for the Sect. Would the two of them be willing to accompany him?
Lao Luo stroked his beard and laughed heartily, exuding a sense of wild abandon that made Elders Jing and Liu feel as if Yan Dong's Lao Luo was no longer the formidable Luo Zhisheng from two hundred years ago.
Lao Luo was enthusiastic; how could Jing Taiping dare to decline? He would certainly accompany Lao Luo once more, even if it meant venturing into the Underworld. Hahaha!
He couldn't go; those Little Guys in Outer Sect were eagerly waiting for him to impart wisdom and guidance. Besides, his skills were no match for the two of them. If he went, it would merely be a red herring. He didn't deny it; after all, the teachings of the Sect were beneficial, he chuckled.
Considering Lao Luo's lifespan as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, Elder Liu was indeed in his twilight years. It would be unreasonable for someone like Elder Liu to fight on the battlefield at such an age. Thus, he took no offense at Liu Elder's words. Bu Luo observed Liu Elder's frail appearance and felt a sense of heroism fading with age rising within them both.
With Ye You's attentive care along the way, Gu Ping's external injuries had stabilized somewhat. The medicinal herbs within his Dao Foundation were plentiful; taking some would help alleviate his wounds. A visit to Sky's End Tower to purchase some miraculous medicine should suffice for recovery. Throughout this battle, Gu Ping felt that his Spell and Skill had improved significantly, and the wall of Peak Foundation Establishment became clearer than ever. Yet he still couldn't break through Jin Qi's Daoist Sect, which left Gu Ping feeling somewhat disheartened.
As they traveled, Gu Ping pondered how to break through to the Golden Realm but found himself at a loss. If he followed his original progression method, he would need Celestial assistance to gather Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and condense it into Dragon-Tiger Gold. However, that path seemed fraught with difficulties; having worked hard to regain his footing, he couldn't afford to abandon that effort and repeat past mistakes. But what should he do? Even Ye You, who had smoothly navigated through Cultivation during this Divine Period, couldn't provide clarity. Gu Ping could only sit in silence in the carriage, feeling dejected as they entered Puyang Xian and sought out a place to stay in Sky's End Tower.
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