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But Gu Ping clearly remembered the initial evaluation given to Yin Tianheng in the book "Yin Tianheng's Legend."
Yin Tianheng was not just an individual; he was a person whose existence defined an era. Without him, that era would ultimately fade away, and he would either perish or ascend to the Celestial Realm. The prosperous age sustained by his presence would inevitably come to an end with his departure.
Later, Yin Tianheng truly vanished from everyone's sight. Some said he had died, while others claimed he had ascended to the heavens. The academy explained that Yin Tianheng had resigned from his position as Master of the Academy and had gone traveling. Gu Ping preferred to believe the latter; he believed that someone who left an indelible mark on the entire Dust Realm would not simply die quietly.
Yet, the person before him was not quite right. If this truly was Yin Tianheng, he should have ascended to the Celestial Realm thousands of years ago. If not, then why was he appearing in the academy's Yin Wind Gorge? Gu Ping didn't know whether to trust this monk who resembled a withered branch, so he chose silence.
Wasn't it incredible? The self-proclaimed Yin Tianheng, a frail monk, laughed in a hoarse voice as if something were lodged in his throat, making his words unclear enough for Gu Ping to understand.
Indeed, a Mahayana Practitioner could stay in the Dust Realm for up to eighty thousand years, but those below that level could not live as long as Dong Lai. So did he really live longer than Dong Lai? It must have been due to those things.
Yin Tianheng pointed at the wall and said with some self-mockery. Gu Ping could tell that the man before him was emotionally unstable, perhaps because he hadn't seen anyone for countless years.
Those things...
The Demonic Cultivation Method—wasn’t it true? Did I mean to say that? Ha ha!
Yin Tianheng's wild laughter interrupted Gu Ping's thoughts. Bu Luo guessed correctly; Gu Ping indeed wanted to say that.
They all felt the same way; everyone thought so. They said he had fallen into darkness, but he was not wrong—time would prove that he was not wrong.
At that moment, Yin Tianheng suddenly calmed Dong Lai, as if he had seen the end of the river of time. A profound depth shone in his eyes, and an irresistible aura emanated from him. Perhaps, that was the true essence of Yin Tianheng.
In the Great War against the demons, he had slain countless demon cultivators and acquired numerous demon cultivation methods. He had discovered something significant.
As he watched Yin Tianheng sneer, an ominous premonition surged within Gu Ping, as if some great terror were about to descend upon him, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.
It seemed that I am not a genius like him, a rare talent that comes once in a million years. Yin Tianheng noticed Gu Ping's reaction and remarked vaguely.
He is not a genius, Gu Ping shook his head, at least he once was.
No, I am not, Yin Tianheng countered. What kind of person can be called a genius? Talent, strength, luck, or hard work?
Gu Ping did not remain silent; he felt that he had never possessed any of those things before. Now he seemed to have them all, but he knew that Yin Tianheng was referring to those very qualities.
A genius must possess a heart that yearns for strength.
Indeed, upon hearing those words, Gu Ping smiled and did not fall silent.
He had once been nothing, crawling through the lowest levels of the Dust Realm. Yet he had stood at the pinnacle of that realm initially, instilling fear and respect in everyone because he had a heart that sought to become stronger.
But sometimes, life is just about thinking it through. Gu Ping shook his head; if merely wanting to become stronger could make one strong, then he would have long since succeeded.
I misspoke, Yin Tianheng suddenly felt a bit dejected and fell silent for a long while before continuing.
He thought he could be invincible in the Dust Realm, yet he ended up looking like this.
Was it because I was alive?
Was it because he was alive?
Living is indeed a topic worth discussing. How to live, why to live, what it means to live, and how to continue living—some questions may never find answers in a lifetime, yet they still want to live.
Many people wished to live as he did, but when he realized it, it was already too late. Former companions, disciples he had taught for ages, and even his fierce spirit beast—all stood against him. They were still afraid to face him; initially, they even invited people from other sects. He didn't want to kill anyone, but it came to that. Until ten thousand years ago, he imprisoned himself there in search of an end to his life, yet he was still very much alive.
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