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Hope so. Light, could it be that the gates, trampled upon the corpses of many, were forcibly carved out? For thousands of years, the flourishing light has almost suffocated some gates, even the Demon Cultivators have been nearly exterminated. But who could have imagined such a situation? Indeed, what flourishes must decline; this is the eternal law of heaven.
What exactly happened in the Celestial Realm, they could not know. The matters between those gate lords were too complex for anyone to clarify.
Zhang Lin gazed at the cold silver glow hanging high in the sky, lost in thought, perhaps pondering some matters related to heaven or reflecting on the battle with Chongguang a few days prior.
Leng Gucun had found a room for herself. After two days and nights of continuous travel from Cloud Altar to here, relying solely on the Qi Dan provided by her Sect to recover while flying on her sword had left her utterly exhausted. Now she needed a good rest before the impending Great War.
With the first rays of morning sunlight, Gan Yuan stepped into Jincheng, the formidable city that had never fallen since the founding of Great Jin a thousand years ago. It had witnessed the glory of Great Jin over the millennia; no dynasty could match its enduring prosperity.
According to the ways of the cultivation world, every thousand years brings minor tribulations, while every ten thousand years brings major calamities. Great Jin and the Great Jin Yang Family were at such a crossroads. If they could overcome this Liquid Essence, they would grow even stronger; but if they failed against Bu Luo's Liquid Essence, they would gradually decline. The inheritance they sought would face numerous challenges, and breaking free from their cocoon would come with its own risks.
Looking at the character for Jin hanging high above the city gate, Gan Yuan seemed to see the ambition of that empire: Jin, moving forward without hesitation, aiming for supremacy in Tiandong.
Gan Yuan was also a person of Great Jin. He had stood out during the entrance examination of Jade Void Sect and became an Outer Sect Disciple. Gradually, he made a name for himself and established a solid foundation. Once he formed his Golden Core, he would be recognized as an inner disciple; only then would his future truly hold promise.
Currently, he was merely somewhat well-known outside his Sect. Due to his smooth dealings, he was entrusted with certain tasks by some elders outside the Sect. However, he knew that the power of Master-Disciple Lineage outside Jade Void Sect was ultimately limited. That Major Sect had been inherited for over a hundred thousand years and was entangled with too many Vine Men; those families that rose and fell with Jade Void Sect were deeply rooted within that colossal entity.
Even now, while Jade Void Sect's Master-Disciple Lineage appeared to dominate on the surface, everyone knew that this was merely a strategic retreat by those families. Their true aim was undoubtedly to gain favor with the masters within that formidable city—the Great Jin Yang Family.
Gan Yuan felt a mix of anger and helplessness. He could do nothing about what happened within his Sect; thus he felt powerless regarding the battle against Chongguang where his Sect members were blocked by Yang Family forces at Dong Lai. This fueled his frustration.
But there was nothing he could do; he was just a small Outer Sect Disciple with no real voice outside his Sect. All he could do was focus on fulfilling his duties regarding Yan Dong.
Gan Yuan touched his Soul Ring and focused his mind as he stepped into the ancient gate that had stood for a thousand years. The moment he entered Jincheng, he told himself that it was time to put an end to the past, especially with that mouse named Gu.
As he watched the Great Jin Citizens going about their morning routines, he made his way toward the Old Smithy. Although it was his first time in Jincheng, the deep-rooted confidence and vitality of its people always seemed to infect Gan Yuan, filling him with a sense of pride for being part of such a nation.
"Young master, need a ride?" A voice called out early in the morning, wondering if the horse looked lively enough.
A carriage approached, and the driver pulled the horse closer, hoping to find some work. There weren't many early risers around, so any passenger would be welcome.
Gan Yuan reached the carriage but didn't climb inside; instead, he walked up to the driver with a cheerful smile. "What a fine horse you have."
"Thank you! This horse has been my companion for three years now. Let's go!" The driver replied happily as he urged the horse onward toward the Old Smithy. For someone like him, an old coachman, there was nothing more gratifying than meeting polite young people like Gan Yuan, who were easygoing regardless of their social status or wealth.
From the moment Gan Yuan stepped into Jincheng, all the gloom from his recent failures seemed to vanish. The sight of the city and encountering such a friendly driver made him laugh heartily.
"May I ask where you're from, young master?"
"Oh, I'm from Puyang City, part of the Pu Yang Gan Family."
"Oh, that's impressive! The Pu Yang Gan Family is quite prominent, almost as old as the royal lineage itself."
The old coachman was astonished; he never expected to meet a young man from such a distinguished family so early in the day. It felt almost unbelievable.
"What a big family they are! He, well, he's just a branch of it. I don't deny that. That small branch has only him left, and he doesn't have much contact with the main family."
What the young master said was quite right. After all, they are still family. I don't deny that. I see our Great Jin's people; wherever they go, they are still Great Jin's people. The Gan Family is still the Gan Family; you can't sever blood ties.
The Old Coachman elongated the tone of the first word, deliberately provoking laughter from the two.
What the old man said is true; you can't sever those ties, you can't sever them.
Gan Yuan repeated that phrase in his mind and suddenly felt a surge of understanding. The natural aura of Liquid Chuang began to emanate from him. With a shift in thought, Gan Yuan came back to his senses, furrowing his brows as he sighed inwardly. He had actually missed an opportunity for a breakthrough. Truly, how unpredictable life can be!
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