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In the Devouring Hall, now reduced to ruins, everyone in the palace witnessed a glowing orb transform the imperial study into a chaotic spectacle, which was then scattered like ash by the wind.
To the east of the ruins, Wei Wuyou pushed himself up from the ground, panting heavily as he stumbled away from the wreckage. In that moment of peril, he had activated the substitute doll he always carried with him, only to see it dissipate into the air like the hall itself.
"Damn it," Wei Wuyou cursed. He hadn't expected to use one of his trump cards so soon after entering the Dust Realm. That was his life-saving ace, and now he was contemplating whether to send a message to the Ninth Underworld, requesting reinforcements from his sect.
The situation was not as dire as he had imagined. Even though Wei Guang was dead and the Celestial Realm was hunting down the remnants of the Light Path, this did not significantly impact the Light Path within the Dust Realm. In fact, before Celestial Dao Gate could send people to the Eastern Realm, those who had fled from the Light Path would only strengthen its power in Dust Realm.
It seemed that those old monsters showed no signs of intervening. Wei Wuyou thought back to Afu; at most, Bu Luo was at the same level as him—late-stage Foundation Establishment—and likely weaker due to age. That was why Afu had chosen to use that self-destructive talisman.
He was grateful for having a substitute doll; otherwise, he would have been left with nothing but bones. Bu Luo must have realized that there were already people from the Light Path in the Eastern Realm; otherwise, how could they know about the true Light Path Classic?
After resting for a moment, Wei Wuyou recalled the information Liu Qi had shared with him. He decisively rose and flew toward Tuan City on his sword. He could now act alongside them; Liu Qi's death had caused significant inconvenience for Wei Wuyou and had truly set back their competition for the Dao Canon within the Ninth Underworld.
In a cave somewhere on Chenzhou Mountain, an old man who seemed to be enjoying the sunlight suddenly opened his eyes. Xuehong's hair fluttered in the breeze as a Middleman holding a fire-and-water staff approached him and bowed respectfully. "Ancestor, Afu's Jade Token has shattered."
He understood what had happened without needing to speak; his voice echoed throughout the cave.
"Report, Ancestor: Ninth Underworld."
The old man slowly lifted his head and gazed into the distance, seemingly fixated on the sun in the far-off sky—perhaps even further beyond. The winds of the mountain had calmed, and there were no sounds of birds or beasts. The presence he brought to that deep mountain was not merely warmth; it carried an oppressive weight.
Gu Ping Ci was currently riding on Pure Fox's back, his left leg wrapped in thick bandages. Gu Ping truly had no combat ability left; even when he arrived, he had been lacking in strength. Coco now struggled even to escape without hindrance.
Gu Ping looked at the border monument drawing closer. Once he passed that stone, he would be in Great Jin. Once inside Great Jin, the reach of Liu Xia Dynasty's influence would be greatly diminished. Although it was a bit of a detour, it was worth it.
What Gu Ping didn't know was that on the night he was entangled by the Tree Demon, people from Seventh Prince Liu Jia had already begun extending their influence beyond the borders of Great Jin. He was also unaware that behind him, a couple of treasure-hunting thieves were lurking, hoping to capture him for the court, as well as some hypocritical sects pretending to be righteous Daoist Sects.
Those colossal beings, capable of shaking the very ground with a mere tremor, were now relentlessly pursuing Gu Ping. If he showed even the slightest sign of weakness and was detected, he might end up as nothing more than ashes.
As Gu Ping finally reached the border monument, he quietly sighed in relief; he had finally entered Great Jin. He would soon have a powerful ally, which made him feel somewhat reassured. However, he dared not relax. Soon, the two of them would enter the city, but the Fox Spirit could no longer accompany Gu Ping inside.
Gu Ping sped forward while Tuan City was gathering various Daoist Sect members, ready to close in on his direction. The chaos caused by Sky's End Tower had muddied the situation even further.
Sky's End Tower belonged to Infinite Path, and Infinite Path had no intention of letting Light Path extend its influence. Currently, Sky's End Tower was planning to seize the coveted Light Path Classic.
The Six Little Mice were drinking merrily in Lingyuan Pavilion, appearing quite pleased with themselves. In contrast, Liu Jia in a tavern across from Lingyuan Pavilion was not in such high spirits; he was drowning his sorrows in drink.
The one who had disrupted everything was Liu Jia himself. A group had emerged from nowhere and killed Ergou. The only clue left behind was Ergou's identity as a beggar. But just when they were trying to track down Gu Ping's whereabouts, Six Little Mice popped up again.
What could a businessman do in such a difficult situation? It seemed utterly thankless; any leads they had were now completely gone.
Liu Jia could only confirm that Gu Ping must have gone to Great Jin. However, there were three routes leading from Tuan City to Great Jin, not to mention numerous mountain paths hidden deep within the mountains. Who could possibly know which path Gu Ping had taken?
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