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In the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, there was no night. In the past, during hunts, everyone would engage in fierce battles over items, but this time, the series of Great Wars and escapes had exhausted Ren He to the point of collapse. Even a Transcendent Practitioner like Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, felt the creeping fatigue.
As they traveled, everyone aboard the flying ship seized the opportunity to rest and recover their strength, preparing for Jie Donglai's Great War.
Cold Mountain Summit also experienced a brief moment of tranquility. After enduring consecutive Great Wars, each one a battle against ten opponents, Hong Yulong felt a significant drain on his spirit. The hard-won peace must be cherished; he needed to rest while he could. Before this, Hong Yulong had felt like a warrior teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to plunge into the abyss at any moment.
Yang Sheng and Xiao Zhang were similarly drained. Although they appeared composed on the surface, they were mentally taut, not daring to let their guard down for even a moment. They were the spiritual pillars for that group of World of Mortals cultivators; if either of them faltered, those people would likely scatter immediately, abandoning any hope of resistance.
Despite their own dire need for manpower, Yang Sheng believed that the situation on the other side was not much better. The Eastern Extreme Secret Realm was vast, but sending out personnel felt like dropping stones into the ocean—there was no sign of them returning.
Moreover, they were reluctant to divide their forces to search elsewhere; it was unlikely that anyone capable of resisting them remained. If there had been, those individuals would have already made their move instead of waiting until now.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, was not anxious either. He believed that time was on his side. He wanted to delay; the longer he could stretch things out, the more advantageous it would be for him until Gu Ping appeared on the battlefield.
He had fought alongside Gu Ping before and knew that Gu Ping's combat style was best suited for large-scale battles. Every part of him could transform into a Wu Jian; with fine control over the battlefield dynamics, he could greatly maintain his combat effectiveness. That kind of instinct in battle was something Tenglan had never possessed; he had lost once in their previous encounters.
But where was Gu Ping now?
Tenglan looked toward Han Mountain. Time was no longer on his side; there were dozens of World of Mortals cultivators at Han Mountain. The moment he arrived would mark the beginning of another decisive battle.
On a quiet path at Han Mountain, Gan Yuan was patrolling halfway up with Mu Yu and a junior brother named Zhang Zhao, always on guard against any sneak attacks from Nine Nether Cultivators.
But could he really talk about that person?
The atmosphere among the three was somewhat heavy. Gan Yuan wanted to find a casual topic to divert Yi Dong and Mu Yu's attention. After all, in the battle against Ru Ming, a quarter of their fellow disciples from the Jade Void Sect had perished on Han Mountain.
As for Gu Ping, the neighbors all said he was no genius, destined to take the imperial examination and become a high official. Eventually, he did take the exam and came to the Jade Void Sect, but there wasn't much else to say about him.
Mu Yu's introduction was exceedingly brief, yet one could sense her lingering thoughts about Gu Ping in her tone.
Does he like me?
Like? Mu Yu's voice carried a hint of confusion, mixed with a touch of secret delight. Who knows?
Does he know I came here to cultivate?
Yes, Mu Yu nodded, closing her eyes as if she were transported back to that evening when the sky was painted with red clouds. He had once asked her if being an immortal was good.
Hmm?
Gan Yuan didn't understand why Mu Yu wanted to talk about that, but he patiently listened as she continued.
He said that being an immortal must be good, and then Mu Yu paused for a long moment before adding that he believed they would be together one day.
That sounds wonderful.
Gan Yuan thought for a moment and said, is that considered a blessing? He wasn't quite sure himself, much like the question Mu Yu had once asked Gu Ping: Is being an immortal really good? At that moment, Gan Yuan also couldn't clarify his own thoughts, but he knew deep down that he sought something beyond just the Sect or Dao Tradition. What could he do about it?
He remembered his identity; he was Gan Yuan, a member of the Great Jin and the Gan Family, and a True Disciple of the Feiyuxuzong. Yet, he also questioned himself.
Perhaps a person could exist without so many labels, but once he decided to step into that world and interact with them, he unconsciously accumulated many traits that he had not even noticed himself.
When those traits were labeled one by one on each person, did that original person still exist? Just like Gu Ping at this moment, or Mu Yu, or even Gan Yuan.
The phrase "people change" likely refers not only to the passage of time.
Did I know? Hong Yulong once told him that there was a river called the Low Luo River, also known as Nai He, which came from the boundless void and led to an unknown destination. There was a Great Master who ferried across it year-round. Whenever a plank on the boat broke, he would find another plank to repair it. Countless years had passed; was that boat still the same?
Gan Yuan plucked a blade of grass from a crevice beside him and chewed on it, seemingly pondering the same question.
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