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The demonic presence had indeed been temporarily eradicated, but the one thing that mattered most to him had vanished along with the departure of Xiao Zhe, the Ancestor, and others.
Xiao Zhang was heartbroken. He broke through the barriers of the Wall of Reflection and began to handle the affairs of the Commander and the Sect. He sought to ensure that the Sect, with its vast heritage, would not be lost after the Great War in Dong Lai, where it had nearly perished.
At this point, the young Junior Brother of the Sect could no longer hold back his tears as he recalled Liu Dong. He could no longer suppress his emotions; he remembered that year when he had just arrived at the mountain and witnessed Gu Ping demonstrating his skills among the disciples of the Outer Sect. He was also one of those who had been entangled in Gu Ping's many mistakes.
Many believed that if Gu Ping had revealed the demonic matters earlier and brought them to light, the elders of the Sect and the Ancestor would not have been forced to confront the blood of demons. They could have waited until they were absolutely certain before taking action.
But Gu Ping knew that there was no more time for waiting.
Though he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, Gu Ping learned from Li Ran that even in critical battles, there was no one to offer counsel in the Heavenly Realm. This indicated that Yuan Shi was already in a precarious situation, unable to protect himself.
He was wrong; Xiao Zhang had once instructed that if there was any news about Senior Brother Gu Hong, it should be reported to him immediately. Senior Brother needed to see Xiao Zhang as soon as possible.
But it was too late; he had already arrived.
In the sky, Xiao Zhang descended on clouds, coldly gazing at Gu Ping. Despite all his hardships, Gu Ping had never encountered eyes like Xiao Zhang's—eyes that seemed to look down on everything yet embraced the universe.
I will take my leave for now.
Gu Ping brewed two cups of tea and dismissed Li Ran, who was crying uncontrollably. Some matters were not meant for everyone to know.
The Ancestor was gone, Yu Qing San Ren was gone, and with many elders and disciples of the Sect lost outside its gates, what remained were his promises to them and their sacrifices for him.
What I sacrificed for him—I am not Minghong. Yuan Shi has fallen; if the Sect is to survive, it must make a decisive break like a warrior severing his own arm. Otherwise, when the Nine Nether Army arrives at their doorstep, with demons and those from the Ninth Underworld working together, it would truly be over for them. At least now there is hope. Isn’t that right?
The two shouted at each other in fury, even knocking over the teacups on the table, but like the remaining tea in the cups, their anger gradually subsided.
The academy? It's finished.
There was a lack of qualified leadership from the Master of the Academy, Ren Shi. He knew that Ru Ming had already lost the initial brilliance of their sect, and in the near future, it would be buried under thick dust in Gu Ran Dui. The academy decided to break away from the sect and forge its own path, aiming to become the Holy Land in the hearts of Eastern Scholars once again.
But the sect...
Xiao Zhang suddenly looked at Gu Ping with a sense of loss. Despite his calm and composed demeanor, his face betrayed a grim expression that no one could miss, not even Bu Luo.
Yuan Shi was not the true lineage of the sect; if they were to deviate from Yuan Shi's teachings, they would be doomed.
The sect had endured countless tribulations: minor calamities every thousand years, major disasters every ten thousand years, and cataclysms every hundred thousand years. It had been worn down through innumerable trials, exhausting its once-great foundation. Blood had long been drained without any fresh blood to replenish it, much like Ru Ming's sect.
As if narrating a harsh truth, Gu Ping shattered Xiao Zhang's last glimmer of hope.
Gu Hong was wrong; Xiao Zhang realized he should no longer cling to delusions.
Then another figure descended from the sky. It was that once-mighty Zong Daxiu who had once held sway over Tiandong, but now appeared somewhat weary.
Xiao Zhang recognized him: Chen Taishi Ancestor.
Disciple Gu Hong greeted Chen Taishi Ancestor respectfully.
I will just deny Gu Ping; that Tiandong, with Yin Tianheng, that old immortal can certainly be my master. Those people are not worthy of calling me Ancestor.
Xiao Zhe, the Ancestor, has given many gifts to his disciple Liu Dong, and the disciple hopes that the sect can survive after that catastrophe. But in the end,
He knows, Xiao knows too, that no one will blame me, no one.
No, there must be a chance. I just ask to be respected. My legs are in Bu Fou With Yuan Shi's foundation, I will surely be able to take the first step. I only seek to be recognized as a disciple of the sect.
It's different; he is not a Cultivator. Bu Fou A cultivator is one who is in Tian Zai, while another is on the ground. Ultimately, they are not the same. Just like Yin Tianheng, although he possesses the might of an immortal, he is not bound by heaven and earth because a Cultivator controls themselves and influences heaven and earth. A cultivator gazes at the heavens while being subject to them; he cannot be respected nor can he respect.
Saying this, Gu Ping paused slightly.
He knows he is not Gu Hong; he is a member of the sect, and that is enough for Bu Fou
Xiao Zhang looked at Gu Ping's carefree demeanor and ultimately did not say anything more. For him, that kind of ending was already the best outcome.
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