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Outside the Little Jiang Kingdom, Gu Ping sought to travel to Northern Town Pass, which would only take half a month. However, with the fall of Northern Town Pass, the only remaining stronghold was Eastern Chongping Pass.
In the Cultivation World, a stronghold refers not only to its terrain but also to its unique geographical position. This ensures that cultivators can set up formations, allowing them to use their numbers effectively in defense.
Thus, once a defensive formation like that at Northern Town Pass is breached, even if there are cities capable of gathering large numbers of troops, they would be powerless against an attack from the Nine Nether Cultivators.
In recent months, Gu Ping had frequently consulted Ye You and Yang Yan about matters of war. From soldiers to supplies, and then to cultivators and medicine, as well as the needs of both sides in warfare, Gu Ping could only helplessly sigh.
War is an extremely complex issue, especially with the presence of cultivators whose powers are difficult to gauge, making warfare filled with uncertainty and individual heroism.
In Ye You's eyes, Gu Ping's attempt to understand the rules of war through last-minute efforts was nothing short of dreaming under the Red Moon.
During Ye You's time in Ye Youluo, he focused on strategizing for an unprecedented war. He studied various ancient texts to understand the patterns of warfare throughout history and the key elements for victory.
From primitive tribal conflicts to imperial conquests, and then to the rise of Daoist sects where immortals began to take control, no war had ever swept across the entire eastern world like this one. No war had required both mortals and immortals to participate simultaneously, nor had any war featured an unpredictable existence like Yin Tianheng.
Having experienced the brutality of battle, Gu Ping understood that Ye You was not mocking him; he was merely being pragmatic. Fortunately, Gu Ping himself did not intend to rely solely on his strategies to win this war.
After leaving Chongping Pass, Gu Ping once again felt the ominous aura of the battlefield. The souls trapped in that land could not find peace for a long time. In the clear sky east of the Red Moon, it howled relentlessly.
Witnessing such a heart-stirring scene before him, Gu Ping hesitated as he prepared to use the Soul Calming Technique to pacify that land filled with resentment when a voice called out to him.
Amitabha, whether to perform the Soul Calming Technique or not, after a thousand years, I fear it may lead to many troubles in life.
A little monk dressed in a robe appeared beside Gu Ping, holding the Azure Glass Lotus in his hands, exuding a sense of tranquility and peace that made one feel at ease.
Might I ask the master from Tianzhu Temple, is it really so troublesome for Gu?
Gu has a kind heart, filled with compassion for all beings, yet he does not realize that the Soul Calming Technique can bring peace to the soul but cannot send Vengeful Spirits into Lutuo. If Ru Ming falls into the Ninth Underworld, and if the Vengeful Spirits do not disperse, countless corpses will arise in a thousand years, bringing calamity to the people. Such a sin is indeed grave.
Please, master, perform the ritual to send those countless Vengeful Spirits into Lutuo.
Goodness, it is just as it should be.
The monk from Tianzhu Temple smiled slightly, one leg supporting the Azure Glass Lotus while the other formed the Universal Salvation Seal. The resounding sound of Buddha's teachings echoed like thunder as he sent the multitude of Vengeful Spirits into Lutuo.
Seeing those Vengeful Spirits before him still clinging to the mortal realm, unwilling to enter Lutuo, Gu Ping suddenly felt that he was no different from them. He did not deny that he was also reluctant to part with the beauty of this world, which made him so attached to life.
The act of living itself can be burdensome; even Vengeful Spirits struggle to seek continued existence after death.
Many things in life hold no inherent meaning, much like existence itself.
No matter what, they wish to live in that world. Life is an unavoidable topic; sometimes it is light, and at other times it is heavy.
The meaning of life may not lie in quantity but rather in existence and non-existence, which has never had a clear boundary.
Accustomed to the battlefield, the general thought of killing one person as a sin, ten as a necessity. Whether it was one life, a thousand, or ten thousand, the meaning of life could not be summed up in numbers.
Perhaps it could also be called numbness.
Gu Ping was grateful that he had not become indifferent to life amidst such slaughter. In his eyes, whether they were immortals, cultivators, or ordinary people, each was a vibrant life.
Thus, Gu Ping's heart remained filled with compassion, and his gaze still revealed deep emotions, even though he would never let anyone know his true thoughts, just like the mask he wore in front of Mumei.
After what felt like half a moon's time, the battlefield was completely cleansed by Vengeful Spirit. Just as the two were exchanging pleasantries, a shadow suddenly emerged from the ground and struck the Light Monk in the back.
Although the monk's robe and the light of Buddha mitigated much of the attack's power, he was still severely injured. The assailant did not retreat.
A group of meddlesome monks! After all this time searching for a suitable place for cultivation, it was ruined by them. If that's the case, then they should pay with their lives.
Demon Path God.
Gu Ping furrowed his brow tightly. This was already the first time he had been ambushed by a Demonic Cultivator, yet he still found it difficult to defend against such stealthy methods that could completely hide one's presence within Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Having been injured by a Demonic Cultivator before heightened Gu Ping's vigilance to its peak.
Amitabha! I hope my fellow cultivators will assist me. Wen Lian Mingyue will surely seek to uphold justice and eliminate those who cruelly harm others without mercy.
Master Mo Qiu was anxious; aside from that demon, everything else in the world seemed clear and bright.
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