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Even with just that gaze and that kind of determination, the Old Man could assert that this kid would surely achieve great things in the future. So I don't deny it. I no longer seek the Northern Battlefield; the war has turned into a trivial game for those guys in Tian Zai, idly setting up their Dong Qi strategies. If I recklessly charge in as an uncontrollable pawn, I would probably be the first to be targeted and eliminated. What am I even doing?
The Old Drunkard was drinking in the carriage while trying to persuade Gu Buqiu Bei. Even Yang Yan, who had heard it once, found it quite reasonable. But how could Gu's decisions be swayed by mere words? Months passed on that journey, and despite the Old Drunkard's incessant chatter in Gu's ear, there was no sign of change from him. Even the Old Drunkard himself felt that the kid might have made up his mind to seek death.
Did I really think that war was so simple? Was the Ninth Underworld merely a barren land in the World of Mortals? Did the Jade Void Sect truly stand for righteousness? Would the Moon River Sect willingly join forces? Were those people in Tian Zai so bored that they turned Tiandong into a chessboard, using lives as pawns in Dong Qi? They were not just seeking fortune; even the Great Qin Ying Clan, like a pack of starving beasts, fiercely eyed those two characters. Not to mention others with Dao Zun backing their Daoist Sects—this war could not be avoided by any individual, even if I hid at the ends of the earth.
After reading the battle reports, Gu felt inexplicably irritable and finally erupted amidst the Old Drunkard's nagging. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to reach the Northern Battlefield quickly. Before the Nine Nether Invasion ended and before The Battle of the Three Realms began, he aimed to save as many Dongyi people as possible and preserve Cheng Dao Sect's foundation for their future participation in The Battle of the Three Realms, ensuring they wouldn't be eliminated too early.
Those Bu Luo were merely my personal speculations; how could they be taken seriously? I don't deny it. Honestly cultivating until I become a Dao Zun—that day will come. I want whoever to die; they will die. I want whoever to live; they will live.
But that day may never come. Those people would not give him a chance in heaven, or perhaps just one opportunity.
Gu understood better than anyone how Minghong felt about his existence within the Daoist Sect. A Dao Zun would not grant him opportunities to grow stronger in heaven. Once he truly reached that realm, he would have to immediately break through to Creation Realm; failure meant death. Thus, for Gu, gaining more fortune in the World of Mortals meant greater assurance when attempting to break through to Creation Realm later on. For him, The Battle of the Three Realms had already begun.
The Old Drunkard didn't understand. From hearsay about Gu's deeds, he could somewhat grasp Gu's current feelings—a genius without a future is engulfed by despair; nothing could be more sorrowful than a heart that has died. That feeling was likely something no one else could comprehend.
He said he had no support; relying solely on his own fists against four legs—what could he accomplish? Even a wall needs many hands to topple it. How could he hope to contend for Tiandong alone?
No, what the Old Drunkard said hit home: he couldn't fight alone. Even if he reached his master Yin Tianheng's level, it would still be difficult for Gu to snatch a piece of meat from the Daoist Sect's table. He needed a force of his own—be it a sect or a nation—regardless of form, he needed one. Just like in Light Path Classic, gathering people with similar ideals, ambitions, and goals; only then could he spread his teachings and truly change the world.
But how should he go about it?
Gu scratched his head incessantly; having never had experience in preaching, he was completely at a loss. He firmly believed that every beginning is difficult and that he would eventually find an opportunity.
Perhaps I should consult Yi Dong; a monk like Ling Chanzi should be well-versed in this matter. When the opportunity arises, I could ask him, and it would also be good to see Wen Shiren and Jiang Anbo to inquire how the Light Path Classic was originally passed down.
I could ask Yang Yan as well; perhaps that former official might have some insights. Just as I thought of this, Gu suddenly vanished from the cargo truck and appeared inside Yang Yan's carriage.
Ah.
Smack.
Rogue! Yang Yan was leisurely changing her clothes, her eyes reddening at Gu Yi. She never expected Gu to suddenly appear in her carriage while she was in the midst of changing.
"I don't deny it," Gu said deliberately, awkwardly rubbing his face. Although it didn't hurt, he felt as if that spot was burning. He wanted to ask.
Gu shared his thoughts with Yang Yan, who pondered for a long time before asking, "Could the Cheng Dao Sect become my ally?"
Gu shook his head. Not only could the Cheng Dao Sect not help, but even the Light Path Classic wouldn't suffice. The paths do not align; Yan Dong cannot rely on the power of the Cheng Dao Sect to stabilize the situation. Jie Donglai would need Cutting Off the Source of Power to completely end that Celestial Authority Era.
"Why not write my own Dao Canon?" Yang Yan suggested tentatively, not expecting Gu to nod immediately. "You’re serious about this?" she asked, surprised.
"Why not give it a try? How will we know if we don’t attempt it?"
After saying this, Gu returned to the cargo truck. Under Old Drunkard's bewildered gaze, he gestured in the air without knowing what he was doing, ignoring the Junior who looked like he had already lost his mind, shaking his head and continuing to drink.
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