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The blade of the sword drew closer, so near that even the reflection of the face on its surface was clearly visible. Jiang Anbo moved. In a moment of life and death, his leg executed the Blazing Sword technique, leaping at an odd angle right in front of him. The tip of the sword collided with the blade, and in Xu Qiaoshan's astonished gaze, he effortlessly severed the sharp sword in half.
Spiritual Energy shattered, and the flow of spiritual power became blocked. In an instant, the backlash injured that early-stage Nascent Soul Sister and also disrupted the Formation.
In the Late Stage of Golden Core, that previous strike must have utilized the Divine Sword Sect's insight technique, but why did it feel like Jiang Anbo was holding back?
Seeing Jiang Anbo remain unfazed, Xu Qiaoshan suddenly felt that the honest person who had been overlooked for that month might not be as simple as he appeared. Otherwise, why would he hide his abilities everywhere, even daring not to reveal his cultivation level?
In other words, Yan Dong, a cultivator not yet old by age standards, had already achieved enough at his age. He was like a gem overshadowed by the brilliance of Jiang Anbo and Hong Yulong. Not to mention there was a personal concern that made one reluctant to think about it; no one knew whether that friend who hadn’t shown up for half a year had already entered Nascent Soul. If that were true, hiding away in one place for a lifetime with The Book of Radiant Path and his monstrous talent might allow him to become a Mahayana Practitioner. By then, in the World of Mortals after eighty thousand years, who would dare to underestimate him? It should be Feiyuxuzong and Cheng Dao Sect who should be worried.
Just after repelling four Nascent Soul Cultivators forming a sword array, before the three could catch their breath, that Old Woman in the palanquin lowered her oppressive aura upon them again, clearly not intending to let them go.
Amitabha! Senior, do you not know to spare those you can? The bright moon has already bullied the small; losing face is one thing, but must you also lose your dignity? Matters concerning the younger generation should be left for them to resolve.
Just as Jiang Anbo and the others prepared to temporarily retreat and not linger any longer, a Little Monk suddenly appeared from nowhere. With his left leg forward and an unyielding seal placed upon it, although he merely stood between both sides of the conflict, he resembled a great mountain blocking their path. That miraculous stance bore similarities to Gu's practical skills in A Distant Paradise; however, whether it was indeed the same kind of technique was something Jiang Anbo could not execute or comprehend.
From within the palanquin came the Old Woman's voice, cold as an icy river. To most people, it seemed like just an ordinary syllable; however, Ying Zhan, that Transcendent Practitioner, clearly sensed the Divine Sense pressure contained within.
Before Ying Zhan could fully grasp what had been said, the Little Monk uttered a word of compassion that seemed to dissipate some tension in mid-air. That stance—Ying Zhan truly felt inferior; perhaps Yan Dong's cultivation level was even higher than his own.
Regarding matters with the bright moon, I thank that little novice deeply. Jiang Anbo is immensely grateful here; may I ask why this young master has come forth to assist?
Poor Monk's Dharma name is Ling Chanzi. He carries with him the aura of a friend; if you see him, could you please convey a message for Poor Monk?
My friend? He knows him?
Jiang Anbo thought for a moment; he really didn’t have many friends left. When their Sect was purged, they had all scattered. The only person who could be considered a friend was Gu Yi; however, he had never heard of him having any monk friends.
Just tell him that his friend came from the west and is heading north.
My friend is called Jiang Anbo. I originally wanted to ask him for clarification, but the one who called himself Fuhling Zenzi, the Little Monk, vanished in the blink of an eye. The words he left behind, that he came from the west and headed north, echoed in Jiang Anbo's ears like a thunderous bell, resonating deeply.
Shaking his head, Jiang Anbo decided not to dwell on it any longer. He would wait until Gu returned to share what had happened.
In the arena, Hong Yulong watched as Jiang Anbo arrived with a distracted demeanor, unaware of what had transpired. He quickly resolved his own issues and returned to the stands to rest.
What’s with that girl? She’s so beautiful she’s stolen my heart.
He pondered over various thoughts.
Does Jiang Anbo have worries?
Jiang Anbo leaned against the railing, remaining silent.
Though he appeared carefree on the surface, seemingly unconcerned and indifferent during competitions—fighting only when he could win and conceding when facing Bu Luo—inside, he was acutely aware of the impending Nine Nether Invasion that loomed like a nail driven into his consciousness.
The north was not far away; it was precisely where the Ninth Underworld met the World of Mortals. There were two great monuments inscribed with formations guarding this boundary. Yet, despite their efforts, they could not completely prevent Transcendence from allowing Nine Nether Cultivators into the World of Mortals.
The martial soldiers of the Great Qin Empire stood guard at this intersection between worlds. They were there as a precaution, which required a significant portion of the military strength from the largest empire in the World of Mortals. Thousands of years had passed without any emperor of Ren He daring to withdraw troops from this position, highlighting how critical this boundary was for the World of Mortals.
For Demonic Cultivators in the World of Mortals, Bu Luo had indeed taken a wrong turn, becoming cruel and bloodthirsty. However, those monsters from the Ninth Underworld were no different from demons in the eyes of ordinary people. If there truly was a Nine Nether Invasion, where would the dormant Light Path Classic stand? Would it rise to fight against Nine Nether beings or bide its time to gather strength for a future resurgence?
Jiang Anbo could not fathom Minghong nor see a future for the Light Path Classic. What had they done wrong? His sect had faced utter devastation in just a few short days.
Unwilling to accept this fate, Jiang Anbo closed his eyes and ignored everything happening in the arena. He wanted to mock those clueless young people, but as a lost soul himself, what right did he have to ridicule them? If tomorrow he encountered Jade Pavilion and met that Little Monk who came from the west and headed north, would he remember the heavy burdens he carried?
Jiang Anbo shook his head and walked alone back to his residence at Sky's End Tower.
After spending so much time in Tiandong City, an unprecedented heavy rain began to fall. Although cultivators wouldn’t let rain dampen their clothes, no one wanted to walk alone in it and be seen as an oddity; everyone hurried their pace.
During those days with Jie Donglai, Jiang Anbo rarely went out. Instead, he occasionally sat alone in taverns drinking quietly while waiting for Gu to return and for those who were supposed to arrive but hadn’t yet shown up.
The people who had gathered were quite bored. Originally, the one ranked first, Ying Zhan, and the third-ranked Night Emperor were expected to clash, but after a few days of silence, the excitement faded, and they were no longer frequently mentioned.
Instead, it was Hong Yulong in the Grand Arena who remained undefeated, drawing all eyes to him. No matter what kind of opponent challenged him, he accepted every duel without hesitation.
In those few days, Jiang Anbo watched as Hong Yulong walked past him, feeling the rising momentum around him. Although there was more hostility than before, it did not hinder the cultivators from striving for breakthroughs in their realms. The method of fighting to grow stronger that Bu Luo practiced had become less effective as he approached the Nascent Soul Stage. Cultivators sought longevity and aspired to walk the Immortal Path or pursue the Great Dao. Yet, I don't deny that martial artists tread the Righteous Path through sheer strength.
In this world filled with countless individuals, how many could truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts, shattering the void and becoming carefree beings like Xiao Yao Xian Ren? Looking back over a thousand years, martial arts had declined to the point where no one had achieved the status of Grandmaster. Even among those who could contend with Nascent Soul Cultivators, only a fraction remained. Who would willingly walk a path that seemed devoid of prospects?
There were those Noble Scions without talent for cultivation who wielded swords in Tiandong. However, they ultimately found themselves wandering around a few small nations or one large nation without much to show for it.
Although Yan Dong and Hong Yulong advanced rapidly, there would inevitably come a day when they would halt their progress. At that time, they might find themselves stagnant for many years. In Jiang Anbo's view, there is always a balance; cultivators pursue their true intentions in their practice. If one seeks to align with their heart's desires, there should be no hesitation. Cigarette Paper was even unsure of what he truly thought in his heart.
Days passed, and under Teng Lan's leadership, the academy arrived at Tiandong City much earlier than usual. However, Bu Luo had not shown his face since then and remained hidden within the Universe Hall's towers.
Following closely behind was the Great Qin Ying Clan; almost as soon as one foot landed, the other followed. Bu Luo and the Great Qin Ying Clan did not enjoy the same treatment as larger Super Sects; within Universe Hall, they held little status. The Great Qin Ying Clan looked down on Yeqin somewhat because within the outer palace restrictions of Yan Dong and Tiandong City stood a residence belonging to Ying Clan. It was said that since Tiandong City was established, the Great Qin Ying Clan had secured a place within those palace restrictions—an unparalleled honor in Tian Di Dong.
Subsequently arriving were Moon River Sect and Cheng Dao Sect along with several smaller sects. More and more people flocked in; nearly every available space in Tiandong City was filled. Some cultivators without accommodation even set up straw huts not far outside the city limits, planning to stay until after witnessing the Sky East Tournament before leaving—an event rarely seen in a year.
Bu Luo was an exception; ten days before the Sky East Tournament began, Jade Void Sect and Treasure Pavilion arrived as usual. However, Nine Nether Group arrived later and clearly did not receive favorable treatment. They faced jeers along their way until they finally reached their prepared residence in Universe Hall, which dispersed the crowd that had been provoking them.
Standing by the window and taking a deep breath of fresh air was Mu Qinglong. He gazed down at the magnificent city from his elevated position and believed that soon this city—one that had risen alongside humanity—would become home to them, the Nine Nether People.
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