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At Pingbo Peak, the chess game had come to a close. The old man Ying Si from the Playground wore a grim expression as he looked at Chen Taishi Ancestor. That game, I don't deny, he had lost.
Who said I don't deny? Just like that game in the Dust Realm, where the rules were drawn up with strict boundaries, and the respected ones chose their pieces carefully. Everyone had discussed the rules, but suddenly, Gu Ping burst onto the scene, boldly declaring at the summit of the academy that things had changed. "The rules have shifted," he announced to the entire realm. I wonder what the doors would think, what Yongwai would think—hahaha!
Chen Taishi Ancestor's hearty laughter echoed through Pingbo Peak, startling a few insects and scaring off a couple of beasts.
Who would have thought that an Easterner could so casually alter the fate of all Tiandong? Interesting, very interesting indeed.
Hahaha!
At the foot of the mountain, Wen Tian walked along, glancing back at the Sect where he had lived for over thirty years.
At thirteen, he had begun to show promise on the mountain.
At ten, he laid his foundation and was hailed as a genius.
But after entering the Outer Court, Wen Tian found himself constantly looking up at their backs—first Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, then Gu Ping.
No matter how hard he tried, it felt like he was being trampled underfoot. Time and again he faced failure, yet it never discouraged him.
He knew that as long as he continued to improve himself, there would come a day when he could see vistas they could not reach—even if they had already stepped onto the Summit while he remained at the foot of the mountain.
"I've also ascended; what are your plans?"
Wen Tian never expected to encounter his senior sister again.
She still possessed that unparalleled grace, he thought to himself.
He planned to find Wen Ren and see if he could locate Zhang Qian, who had initially gone to the Northern Region to fend off external enemies. What about him?
He probably sought to find a sword that belonged to him, to experience the life of Yi Dong. Coco would also head to the Northern Battlefield, after all, a sword must be drawn from its sheath.
Perhaps they would meet again someday.
He hoped that day would come sooner rather than later.
The two brushed past each other, heading in different directions.
At Nine Tian Zai, little Yoyo ran back and forth on the broad back of the Azure Dragon, as if treading on solid ground.
From the mountaintop, one could feel the massive body of the Azure Dragon. Ru Ming walked along its back and felt as if he were standing atop a mountain.
When had he ever faced such a being?
Having just experienced the Great War, Ying Zhu's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at Yin Tianheng, who was currently meditating. After just having fought alongside Mu Yangxu in the Great War, he still felt an insatiable thirst for battle.
The Ancestor did not blame Yin Tianheng for his missteps; rather, he was focused on becoming stronger.
"Shut up," Ying Zheng, the emperor of the Great Qin Ying Clan, said with a hint of resignation as he pressed his fingers against his temple.
"It doesn't matter; I still want to fight Bu Luo. That would be exhilarating."
"Who is stronger, me or that Old Man?"
Chen Si and a few others gathered around, eager to witness such rare celestial beings at the peak of their power. It was a rare opportunity to indulge their eyes and have something to boast about later.
Of course, he is stronger than him. Even Bu Luo has his trump card. He possesses powerful secret techniques, just like the Pseudo-Artifacts. Unless it comes down to life and death, no one would reveal them.
He boasted, observing the Old Man's graceful demeanor, clearly more formidable than himself.
"Hey, little guy," he said, "when he was my age, do you think he could take on ten of me? Believe it or not?"
Ying Zhu leaned closer to Chen Si's ear.
"Believe it, believe it!" Chen Si immediately retorted.
"Alright, Chen Si, let the Ancestors rest for now. Their journey only begins tomorrow."
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