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The spaceship slowly descended to the east, and amidst the wind and snow, a group of people led by Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, approached Gao Hong and his thirty or so companions.
I had previously encountered Gao Hong during a demonstration of the Cheng Dao Sect's Foundation Practitioners; otherwise, I would have feared mistakenly targeting the wrong person.
Tenglan's light words reached everyone's ears, causing their hearts to race with a chill that matched the harsh weather. While they silently rejoiced, they couldn't help but marvel at Tenglan's power. At this moment, everyone had already sensed Minghong's presence; the individual before them was at least at the Half-Step Deity level. If he advanced further, they might have to address him as Great Master.
Having met Senior Tenglan, may I ask if you are heading to the mountaintop?
Gao Hong and the others stood up from the ground, brushing off the snowflakes on Yi Dong's body, and began to inquire about Tenglan's plans regarding Jie Donglai.
Since we are already on the mountain, would you like us to join you?
Tenglan was aware of the Nine Nethermen but did not expect that there would be so many practitioners from the World of Mortals in Shandong at this time. It truly surprised him.
Bu Luo was just right; since he had come, then the decisive battle would begin. This Great War vowed to avenge his fallen comrades.
Following in the footsteps of their senior.
Everyone bowed in respect towards Tenglan, knowing full well that he was likely the strongest among those present at this Eastern Peak demonstration. If they did not seize this opportunity to crush their enemies in one fell swoop, their only remaining option might be to die here.
Tenglan waved his leg forward and walked down a narrow path that opened up for him. With each step he took, his imposing aura grew stronger. After several steps, Tenglan had already reached a point where his cultivation and presence were fully revealed against the sky.
At this moment, everyone following Dongfang, except for those from the academy, was utterly astonished. Everyone knew that Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, was incredibly strong. Many years ago, he had already reached the level of a Half-Step Deity, overpowering figures like Zhang Liuyuan, Xiao Zhang, and Yang Sheng, subtly claiming the top spot among the talented cultivators of the Six Major Sects. Yet, who could have imagined that in just a few decades, Tenglan would take a step ahead of everyone else and enter the divine realm, shedding his mortal shell and achieving—whether or not he had become a half-immortal.
Feeling that overwhelming aura, Gao Hong and the others were unable to calm down for a long time. At that moment, they suddenly recalled the rumors that had circulated in the Cultivation World many years ago: Yin Tianheng was no longer around; he had become a master. Many believed that with the academy's greatest support gone, it had weakened. However, what those people did not know was that the academy remained unchanged; it had always been strong.
Indeed, the academy was still the same academy; it was still powerful, and its disciples remained formidable. The academy before Yin Tianheng and after him was still the same; it had never changed and would never change.
On Snowy Mountain Peak, at the cliff's edge near the Nine Nether Cultivator's camp, Mu Qinglong watched as Lu Chen Zhou hurriedly approached from afar, puzzled by why Lu Chen Zhou appeared so disheveled.
"Brother Mu," he warned, "be careful of the academy. There are cultivators among them who possess the Light Path Classic." In front of everyone, Lu Chen Zhou recounted in detail his battle with Xiazhi to ensure that those present would be on guard.
The Light Chant?
Mu Qinglong narrowed his eyes. From the moment he entered the secret realm, he had felt an ominous premonition. Although his side held significant advantages at this moment, Lu Chen Zhou's news left him feeling uneasy; his anxiety grew stronger.
Even though he was undeniably the highest-ranked cultivator present, all those who came here sought to heed his commands because he had personally faced two Daoist Masters. He was someone whom many Nine Nether Cultivators respected; no one else could command such authority regardless of their cultivation level.
We see Wei Wuyou standing behind them, pointing toward the distant sky. The keen-eyed Ying Cultivator immediately spotted a group of black dots on the horizon that were gradually growing larger.
In the World of Mortals, a cultivator from Shandong stood still, waiting for Mu Qinglong to regain his senses. Beside him, the Ying Cultivator from the Ninth Underworld, Shen Jiyun, suddenly uttered two words through clenched teeth, plunging everyone into silence.
"God."
At Cliff's Edge, in the cultivator camp of the World of Mortals, Yang Sheng, Xiao Zhang, Gan Yuan, Hong Yulong, and Gu Pingren were resting in their tents, anticipating a major assault from the Nine Nether Cultivators.
However, before they could sense any movement from the Nine Nether Cultivators at Cliff's Edge, a terrifying aura suddenly descended from above. Even some Golden Cultivators like Shi Xiang felt a disruption in their Spiritual Energy from a distance, indicating that the newcomer was exceptionally powerful and not someone to be taken lightly.
"God?"
Yang Sheng and Xiao Zhang exchanged glances before looking at Gu Ping with surprise. They had learned from their earlier conversation with Gan Yuan that Gu Ping had defeated Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, to earn his position as Chief. If Tenglan was indeed a god, then what about Gu Ping? Was he not stronger than a Divine Cultivator?
He had lost once; if he were to fight again, he would not deny his own shortcomings.
Hearing Gu Ping's affirmative response, both Yang Sheng and Xiao Zhang felt a chill in their hearts. Suddenly, they realized they were dizzy and could hardly comprehend what was being said.
Then what about Coco?
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