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As Gu Ping looked back at the scenery rushing past him, he felt an unbearable pain throughout his body, as if he were being torn apart. Yet he still managed to hold on, not fainting, driven by the instinct to survive that had brought him to this very spot—at the eastern foot of Great Green Mountain. Beyond lay Great Green Mountain itself, and if he could cross it, he would reach the Flowing Cloud Realm. Now, did Gu Ping have enough strength to climb over this towering mountain before him?
After all, he was just a mortal without any spiritual protection. The only thing keeping him safe was the Light Speed Talisman, which had already inflicted significant damage on his body.
With a loud thud, Gu Ping crashed to the ground. His vision blurred as he scanned the dense forest around him, unsure if there was any way out. The sunlight from Tian Zai was completely blocked by the thick canopy above; only a few rays managed to pierce through and illuminate Gu Ping's side.
Have I reached my limit? Gu Ping thought to himself. Perhaps I really have reached my limit; I can't even see the sky anymore. Struggling to lift his legs, he realized that he had failed to do so before. The only proof that he was still alive was the pain radiating from every part of his body.
It felt so real. Gu Ping reflected on how surreal everything had seemed since the beginning of this journey, as if he were living in a dream.
What about Tree Demons and Fox Demons? What about immortal cultivators? In the Great Jin Empire, countless pursuers had been left behind as he fled from Yan Dong's relentless schemes, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope in a seemingly hopeless situation. Had he truly achieved that now?
At that moment, Gu Ping really wanted to laugh—a hearty laugh filled with joy. He wore a false smile on his face but felt grateful to be alive, lying there in the forest at the foot of the mountain. Though he looked utterly disheveled and lacked even the strength to stand up, he was alive. The intense pain served as a clear reminder that he was still breathing.
Living truly is wonderful; there is perhaps nothing more beautiful than being alive. As long as one is alive, there is hope.
As for why he wanted to live, Gu Ping slowly closed his eyes and recalled that evening last year when they parted ways—the little village by the haystack—and remembered the neighbor girl who had encouraged him to pursue immortality.
If there were no reason to live, then let me give myself a reason to keep going. If I truly survive this ordeal, I must never hide away like I do now; I need strength—Gu Ping thought about how desperately he needed power to face danger.
After what felt like an eternity, Gu Ping still felt no relief from his pain. Yet somehow, he found a bit of strength within himself. Gritting his teeth against the agony, he pulled out the remaining pieces of jerky from his pocket and shakily brought one piece to his mouth, swallowing it with an uncontainable smile.
After eating two pieces of jerky, Gu Ping leaned against a nearby tree and pushed himself up. He began to make his way toward the mountain step by step. His strides were small but resolute; he knew this was not yet the time for complete relaxation. The power of the Great Master was likely beyond his imagination. Even if he entered the Flowing Cloud Realm safely, would it truly be stable? Gu Ping had no naive thoughts about that; right now, all he wanted was to see how things were unfolding—that was key to surviving.
It had already come to this point. At first, I don't deny it. Was it just a matter of luck?
Gan Yuan looked at the Royal Path slowly moving across the sky. Each step seemed to tread upon invisible stairs. Although his steps appeared somewhat unsteady, the determination within him was something that a young person like him had never experienced before.
As he watched the Royal Path pass by, Gan Yuan's heart skipped a beat. It resembled the place of the Light Path Classic.
I don't deny it. Was it or was it not?
Gan Yuan was unwilling to believe that the Mahayana Practitioner in front of him, who spoke of the Light Path, could be a demon. He also refused to accept that this person had come from the Light Path Classic. He preferred to think that this Mahayana Practitioner was a Demonic Cultivator; that would make sense and provide a reason to eliminate such an unimaginably powerful enemy.
The Royal Path had now arrived before the practitioner from Lutuo Pavilion, who had obtained the Light Path Classic. The practitioner looked coldly at Gan Yuan, as if he were gazing at empty air, completely devoid of the gaze one should have when looking at another person.
How could this be?
Facing the Royal Path, the practitioner could not control his actions at all. His mind felt blank and filled with fear. The practitioners beside him looked on in horror at their companion, yet he showed no signs of fear whatsoever.
Though they spoke of fear, not even a sound escaped their lips. If they claimed not to be afraid, why were their bodies trembling uncontrollably? I don't deny it. Were they so frightened that they couldn't even scream?
The disciples of Lutuo Pavilion saw their fellow disciple trembling on his legs, taking out the Light Path Classic from his Soul Ring in an attempt to seek help and stop what was happening. Yet they realized they could do nothing, as if the entire realm had been frozen in place.
Lu Chen Zhou also noticed his fellow disciple's actions and wanted to intervene, but he found himself equally powerless—similar feelings but different actions.
Some practitioners who wished to stop the Royal Path felt as if they had been struck by a paralysis spell, their hearts filled with terror. They were astonished by the power of the Mahayana Practitioner but did not struggle against it. Lu Chen Zhou and Wei Wuyou, however, did not give up; they summoned all their spiritual energy to resist.
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