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Liu Lao Jiu silently put on his clothes and walked over to Gu Ping, saying, "What does it matter if I die? What difference does it make if he leaves?"
Gu Ping was suddenly taken aback by Liu Lao Jiu's words. He looked up at Liu Lao Jiu and finally understood. From the moment he picked up the Dao Canon, calamity had befallen him. It didn't matter whether the people around him had seen the Dao Canon or not; all that mattered was that Coco had seen it. Those who had seen Coco were doomed, simply because of Coco's existence.
"No," Gu Ping shook his head. They were uncertain about what those people truly desired. There was hope, a glimmer of hope.
"Is there really hope?" Liu Lao Jiu shouted. "But I don't deny it." He pleaded for mercy from them, yet he knew they would never place their hopes in the compassion of others, for human hearts were the most unreliable of all.
Gu Ping stood there as if petrified. He had entrusted his life to them because he felt too weak. He had never thought he could win the compassion of those practitioners. Perhaps it was possible, but how could he be sure that Mistake would leave Dongyi with Coco? No, he couldn't.
In the struggle for the path, in the battle for immortality, in the conflict of Dao Tradition, he realized how foolishly naive his fantasies were. If he died, it would be deserved. Liu Lao Jiu cursed loudly, and with each curse, Gu Ping felt darkness closing in around him. He thought he understood everything clearly, yet he hadn't considered that he was merely frightened by those who didn't even show their faces.
Gu Ping looked at Liu Lao Jiu's serious expression and wiped his face with his leg in frustration. He stood up and said, "They are leaving."
The two of them arrived at Ancient Words' couple's door. Gu Ping gently knocked on the door and called out, "Uncle, they have left."
Ancient Words responded to Gu Ping's voice, "Aren't you coming in to chat a bit more?"
"No, it's time to go. We might not see each other for a while," Gu Ping replied.
"Do you remember our conversation?"
"I do. Thank you, Uncle. Then I'll take my leave now. I apologize for any disturbance caused during my visit," Gu Ping reminded him as he prepared to depart.
"Understood, I'm leaving now."
As Chu Liange said, if I could live, I could often come to see them.
"Sure," Gu Ping replied, and he and Liu Lao Jiu quickly took off. Liu Lao Jiu broke through, and with the emotional outbursts from the two earlier, Coco had now attracted spies from the Liu Xia faction of Great Jin. Or perhaps they had a Daoist Sect Eye Line; they needed to leave as their route had been exposed. From now on, they could only fight for a few more seconds.
"Will he really come back?" Chu Liange asked Ancient Words in the room.
"No, he won't."
He suddenly felt that sense from ten years ago, devoid of any hope or light, as if he were trapped in a small dark room, living a life without any brightness.
He feared he was facing something now that neither of us had encountered ten years ago. Ancient Words initially shook his head and followed Chunxuan's gaze towards Gu Ping and Liu Lao Jiu's departing figures. He believed those young people who had once moved for him wouldn't be easily captured.
Mu Qinglong and the others initially said, "I don't deny it." They returned to Tuan City to regroup; nearly a day had passed since they had arrived. Everyone was present except for Leng Gucun.
The Moon River Sect was neither too close nor too far from the Liu Xia Dynasty. Leng Gucun thought it would take several days to catch up. By then, what use would a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator be? If they hadn't used their strongest power to obtain The Book of Radiant Path at the very beginning, it would have been a significant loss for those Major Sects. If they lost a few more talented disciples, they would have to weigh their options carefully.
So Leng Gucun wouldn't be coming. The Moon River Sect had already sent Chief Zhang Lin of the Golden Core Stage to Liu Xia. At this moment, Zhang Lin was representing Leng Gucun in Tuan City, leading the team tasked with eliminating the Light Path Classic.
There were few people involved, but every loss was something those sects were unwilling to accept. No one could be certain how far Yan Dong and his group could go on the path of cultivation. Even if just one could reach the Transcendence Period, it would be enough to sustain a sect for many years. If a Mahayana Practitioner emerged, the entire sect would likely enter a phase of rapid development.
Zhang Lin knew that those present were eager, but there was nothing that could be done. This was a conflict over Dao Tradition, over Fortune and the future. If they didn't completely eradicate the Light Path Classic now, when it returned one day, everyone would suffer. How could there be any unbroken eggs under an overturned nest?
At this moment, Luchenzhou's expression was somewhat solemn. He had encountered Golden Core Stage cultivators at Lutuo Pavilion before, but he had never seen such a powerful Golden Core Stage cultivator. This one's combat strength rivaled that of a Nascent Soul, even surpassing that of an average Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. The disciple named Chongming Guang from the Light Path Classic was truly formidable.
As I said, I don't deny it. He shifted his stance; Zhang Lin and Mu Qinglong exchanged a move. Although they managed to easily fend off Mu Qinglong's attack, it took all their strength to neutralize it. After all, the Azure Leaf was not an ordinary treasure; I don't deny it was a spiritual artifact.
Mu Qinglong nodded slightly, indicating that the Ninth Underworld would not send anyone else over, as there was no one left to dispatch.
He understood. Zhang Lin nodded in agreement. Oil Lu Dao and Underworld Path also wanted to send people to the World of Mortals, but what could they do about the situation in the Celestial Realm regarding the Light Path Classic? The Ninth Underworld was not like the Celestial Dao Gate; they had influence in the World of Mortals, but the Ninth Underworld did not. Their desire to encircle and eliminate the Light Path Classic in the World of Mortals was indeed somewhat beyond their reach.
If they joined forces, they should be able to fight him.
News arrived suddenly. "Chief Zhang, Leng has sent word." Zhaoling rushed in front of them, handing over a glowing crystal.
Zhang Lin extended his right hand and gently tapped it. The crystal emitted a burst of azure light, revealing several characters that floated in mid-air. As everyone read the words displayed above, their expressions turned serious, and silence fell over the group. The atmosphere became tense; even the usually optimistic Luchenzhou fell silent.
At all costs, eliminate Chongming Guang.
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