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Upon crossing the Heavenly Gate, Gu Ping felt an infinite stream of Celestial Essence pouring towards him, as if he were a vessel meant to contain the powers of the celestial realm, yet no matter how much he absorbed, he could never be filled.
The sounds of battle echoed around him, but no one could approach. Before his eyes, all color faded away.
Was it red? Black?
Red, green, gray?
Gu Ping couldn't tell anymore. In that moment, he felt as if he had already reached the Other Shore. Looking down, he saw the people on the eastern side of the Sorrowful Sea struggling desperately.
He watched Yingdu in the sky, preparing to fight against Chongming Guang.
He recalled Mu Yu's beautiful smile just before death on the battlefield, like a blood-red rose in full bloom—so stunning it was almost unbearable to look at, evoking feelings of inadequacy within him.
He saw Imperial Capital Mountain anxiously gazing at the heavens, unaware of Yang Yan's situation regarding Tian Zai.
He observed Chen Laozu and Ren Xing engaged in a game of strategy in the void, and Zhu Xian Mountain following closely behind him, seeking enlightenment. He noticed those who were not in the skies, fighting amongst themselves to kill Mistake and Eastern Realm Immortal cultivators.
He witnessed Ye You battling fiercely against demons from Nine Nether Depths. Strangely, pieces from Chen Laozu and Ren Xing appeared among Ye You's legs.
He saw an old man locked in a life-and-death struggle with Tian Zai.
Why cling to delusions? How could Eastern Realm Immortal be considered true immortals? Even if I could break the rules of Heaven and Earth comfortably, does that mean they are not flawed in their pursuit of True Immortal?
The Purple Robed Immortal swept aside the Dust Whisk, coldly watching as Yin Tianheng battled against numerous immortals in succession. In his hand was the World-Shattering Sword, a weapon that had already claimed countless immortal lives, yet he had barely seen a fraction of them fall.
How many Daoist Sects were there? How many Celestial Beings? How many True Immortals? And how many Great Immortals? The voice of Aged Yin Tianheng echoed for the first time in Tian Zai, sending chills down the spines of every immortal present. Those gathered here felt as if they were all doomed, yet what could they do against Yin Tianheng?
Chen Taiyi was dead, Wei Guangming was also dead, and all the immortals had turned into mere shadows. Even if Mingyue were to become the Killing Dao Sovereign again, could he truly contend with him?
Limitless Dao Sovereign, Limitless Dao Sovereign, Tai Xu Dao Zun—tomorrow we would plead with those hypocritical beings to atone for the offenses committed over countless years.
Yin Tianheng's furious roar reverberated throughout Tian Zai, making even the hungry children feel as if they were caught in a dream. The truly powerful ones like Minghong were even more alarmed, finally realizing the realm that Yin Tianheng had reached—one that stood equal to the heavens.
Those four words were something even the Dao Zun dared not hope for, yet they became a reality in the hands of this mortal.
I had already fallen into the Demonic Path; Mingyue dared to ascend to the heavens, yet my death would be a sacrifice.
An old man clad in a Bagua Robe appeared thirty meters in front of Yin Tianheng, causing everyone to halt their movements upon seeing him.
I had unexpectedly inherited the legacy of that Demoness; heaven itself could not spare me.
A Daoist dressed in Xuan Huang Robe emerged at this moment, sandwiching Yin Tianheng in between them.
Thus, there was nothing more to say. Bu Luo observed that my good Disciple showed no signs of seeking verification of the Dao.
The Red Robed Daoist pointed at Gu Ping behind Yin Tianheng, which made him furrow his brow.
Creation Realm is a place we are all familiar with. Back then, if we didn’t deny it, we were filled with jealousy and fear that they would break through the Creation Realm before us. How could we not know what the Creation Realm was like? It was merely a matter of exaggeration.
Yin Tianheng held his sword horizontally, showing no signs of wavering, making the three Dao Zun aware that there would be a battle tomorrow. They couldn’t believe that a mere mortal like Yin Tianheng could stand against the three Daoist Masters.
Since it had come to this, there was no choice but to fight.
“Easterners, listen well! From tomorrow onward, the Daoist Sect will cease to exist!”
The Rift Sky Sword transformed at Yin Tianheng's command into a colossal sword that spanned heaven and earth. With a single strike, it surged forward, directly targeting the three Daoist Masters. The immortal closest to Yin Tianheng was instantly reduced to dust, vanishing into the void of the immortal realm.
Wherever he stood, there was no void; how could I strike him down?
Tai Xu Dao Zun spoke, and in an instant, the sky turned into nothingness before reappearing on the ground. Yet that sword strike fell short.
The sword's momentum dissipated, but the Sword Intent had already been exhausted. That strike seemed to swim through countless realms, like torrential rain pouring down. The sharpness of the sword light pierced through space itself, rendering Tai Xu Dao Zun’s techniques useless.
We did not understand why he dared to reappear in Ming Shi Ming Yue because Gu Ping was inherently tied to Fortune.
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