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At the eastern foot of Han Mountain, Gao Hong gathered the cultivators from the World of Mortals who had converged over the past two days. They found a cave where they could temporarily hide from the pursuit of the Nine Nether Cultivators. Qu Jiu and two other Loose Cultivators walked alongside him, while Lei Dongyue stood alone at the cave entrance, not participating in the discussion about their situation on the mountain.
The cultivators gathered here represented a significant portion of those who had participated in the Demonstration at Eastern Peak, with only a few remaining at the summit.
They lacked a Nascent Soul High Leg.
As discussions about routes on the mountain continued, Lei Dongyue suddenly interjected, interrupting everyone.
"No," he said. Without a Nascent Soul Cultivator, just like Master Kuta from Tianzhu Temple, Zhang Tian and Zhang Jiao would not be able to protect their disciples effectively against the Nine Nether Cultivators and would perish together with them.
Silence.
"I don't deny it." They didn't want to be silenced. As Lei Dongyue pointed out, without a Nascent Soul Cultivator, even if they had mid-grade or top-tier techniques, they couldn't unleash their full potential in this situation. Any intricate formations they devised would be easily shattered by their enemies due to their lack of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
There was no hope left.
Gao Hong approached Lei Dongyue. There would be no reinforcements; once the secret realm closed, no one could enter. That was a rule established long ago.
But what about the Nine Nether Cultivators?
Silence.
Gao Hong also wondered how the Nine Nether Cultivators managed to enter and why cultivators from the World of Mortals could not. He didn't have time to investigate the truth; those outside were waiting for them, and the Nine Nether Cultivators were also converging toward that location. If all of them gathered there, there could be nearly two hundred in number. At that point, it would truly be hopeless.
He did not know, but they had to go, even if it meant dying there; that would not diminish the initial dignity of those from the World of Mortals.
Gao Hong exchanged a glance with Lei Dongyue once more, then turned back to discuss the route up the mountain with everyone.
As he gazed at the swirling snowstorm before him, Lei Dongyue suddenly thought about what Gu Ping would do if he were there. Could he possibly turn the tide?
Lost in thought, Lei Dongyue's mind conjured images of Gu Ping during their previous battle, the intricate formations, the overwhelming power, and the audacity that seemed unmatched. If only he could possess Gu Ping's spirit, perhaps Zhang Tian and Zhang Jiao would not have emerged, and maybe they could have stormed the mountain directly. Perhaps the disciples of Treasure Pavilion would not have suffered so many losses.
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but he was still Lei Dongyue. He did not possess Gu Ping's spirit or that extraordinary strength. What could he do? What could he do?
The horizon merged with the earth, mountains, and clouds in a crimson hue, creating a scene like a red canvas. Suddenly, Lei Dongyue noticed something on that canvas. Straining his eyes to see further, he could hardly believe what he was witnessing.
"Gao Brother, it seems someone is coming."
Could it be Nine Nether Cultivators?
Gao Hong nervously approached the cave entrance, followed closely by other cultivators. The atmosphere was tense, ready for an impending battle.
It did not seem likely.
Were these cultivators from the World of Mortals? Which sect or faction possessed such a flying vessel? Gao Hong struggled to recall any Super Sect that was not at the Summit; surely all should have arrived by now. Tianzhu Temple had never been known for crafting spiritual flying ships—so which sect could it be?
"Mok Ming Academy," Qu Jiu said after some thought. Before arriving in Shandong, he had known which cultivators were present on the mountain; there were no scholars from any academy among them.
At the academy, they had received news as well, but how many people were there?
It seemed that not many had originally entered.
Lei Dongyue thought for a moment and said that he remembered checking the number of people in Yi Dong Academy when he came in. It seemed like there were about eight or nine from Bu Luo, while the number of people from other Major Sects must at least be double theirs.
What use is having so few people, especially with two deadweights?
Someone expressed disappointment, noting that it seemed no one remembered Tan Siyuan and Gao Gong. Both from Bu Luo were not Foundation Practitioners; it would be a miracle if they didn’t hold them back, and calling them deadweights was indeed not unfair.
Then they arrived.
Everyone saw the flying ship heading straight for the mountain peak. As it soared through the air, they noticed someone standing at the bow—Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. At that moment, everyone felt a sudden jolt in their hearts and collectively plummeted towards the east. They discovered that their external spiritual energy was uncontrollably summoned and could not be activated. Bu Luo was simply too high up; with cultivators’ physiques far surpassing ordinary people, even if they fell from mid-air, it wouldn’t hurt them much.
Yet just that one glance caused everyone to crash to the ground simultaneously. Who was standing at the front of that flying ship to possess such immense power?
Gao Hong and Lei Dongyue exchanged glances and simultaneously uttered two words.
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