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On the first morning at Cloud Mist Manor, no one felt sleepy. The lively scene at Meandering Stream and Flowing Wine from months ago was long gone.
On the way back to their residence, Gu Ping suddenly spotted Zhu Xian Mountain standing at the head of the bluestone bridge. Their eyes met, as if they could see the regrets deep within Mistake's heart.
The sky there was beautiful, with clouds, mist, and the sun overhead. Oh, wait, in the north, there was snow—enough to make one linger and forget everything else. Unlike the Ninth Underworld, which was shrouded in smoke and chaos, where fighting seemed to be the only activity.
Though Zhu Xian Mountain's face remained expressionless, Bu Luo Gu Ping felt that Zhu Xian Mountain must have a smile in his heart, even if no one had ever seen a butcher smile.
"I don't like fighting?" Bu Fou "I don't like killing?" Bu Fou "I don't like the Ninth Underworld?"
"Why can't I dislike all of them?" Zhu Xian Mountain retorted. He didn't know when it had started to drizzle lightly at the bluestone bridge adorned with lanterns. If possible, he would prefer never to draw the sword from his leg.
Gu Ping did not understand why he sought to participate in such a war. He knew that the answer would not differ from anyone else's.
Wars always have various reasons but never deny justice.
What do I want to do after the war?
After the war? Zhu Xian Mountain was lost in thought when someone approached them, overhearing their conversation. Perhaps they wouldn't have to wait for that day.
That war was destined to claim many lives, destined for many cultivators to fall, destined for many immortals to seek reentry into Lutuo. Discussing what would happen after the war felt too distant now.
If Bu Luo truly hoped for a day of resolution, he wished for a stable Yuezi. Nowadays, he often dreamed of a Yuezi.
Zhu Xian Mountain said nothing further. Bu Luo could roughly imagine how cruel reality was; dreams would be that much more beautiful.
Tomorrow will be the day of reckoning, and from now on, Coco will never have the chance to speak like that again.
There’s no way around it; they are enemies, I don't deny that, right?
I was wrong; they are indeed enemies.
Gu Ping is not just an enemy of Zhu Xian Mountain, but also of the Sky East Dao Gate. Just like the bright moon's Chongming Guang, without allies, there are only enemies.
I wonder if that is the sorrow of a person; I don't deny it. It is the sorrow of an era.
Gu Ping and Zhu Xian Mountain have crossed paths in that continuous drizzle. The conflict between the two realms has already been established, and after the bright moon, The Battle of the Three Realms will officially commence.
Swaying back and forth, swaying back and forth.
The cultivators are coming. Led by Yang Yan, a group of children is heading towards the mountains where Yin Tianheng established the Dao Tradition for the Ying Clan. That place will be their lifelong home.
Rushing from behind to provide escort, Ying Wuyi approached with a scroll in hand. The smile that had always been on his face had now faded somewhat. Bu Luo's cultivation has already reached the Peak of Nascent Soul. If Gu Ping were there, he would have noticed at a glance that Ying Wuyi is not far from the Transcendence Realm.
At this moment, Yang Yan can be considered a proper cultivator. He could feel that Ying Wuyi had become much stronger than before, though he wondered what those old men outside the Ying Clan had done.
Some news from the front lines has arrived; with Gu Ping absent, I wonder if I should take a look.
Him? Yang Yan was momentarily lost in thought. After a while, he came back to his senses. Presumably, Ying Wuyi must have already known her identity. Bu Luo should trust Gu Ping; otherwise, he wouldn’t have so openly allowed her to make decisions on his behalf. That's good.
The moment the file was opened, Yang Yan sat still in the carriage like a monk in meditation, not moving at all until Ying Wuyi nudged him with his leg, pulling Yang Yan out of his shock.
What did Ru Ming's imperial minister think?
Aside from his astonishment, Yang Yan did not show much else; after all, it was a normal reaction for a Bright Red Person to see that news.
"Should we seek a battle with Tiandong? Soldiers of the Qin Empire never fear war.
But this time, the Great Qin Empire would face the Great Jin and the Yang Clan, the covert support of the Lu State by the Light Path Classic, the leadership of the demon race by Qiankun Dao, the unparalleled wealth of Infinite Path, the chaotic lands of Limitless Path, and the coalition of the Nine Nether Three Great Gates.
The Light Path Classic quickly joined the fray, and the Lu State launched an attack on Cheng Dao Sect's rear. Chengdao Peak was caught off guard by a surprise assault from the Light Path Classic, with only a few disciples managing to escape. Xiao Zhang could only hold out at Anping Pass, with no rescue and no retreat, fighting to the death—ending up like Coco in battle.
It doesn't matter; there are many things I don't know. Perhaps the Ying Clan anticipated this a thousand years ago. The emperor abdicated long ago; no leader of an empire would be useless. The Great Qin Ying Clan has accumulated for over a hundred thousand years; surely Tiandong knows that even mortals dare to tread upon heaven."
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