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As the month drew to a close, the Sky East Tournament was about to commence, hosted by the Six Major Super Sects. Aside from a few Loose Cultivators trickling into the city, most disciples from the Cultivation World had already arrived. The Sky's End Tower was already bustling with people.
The Sky's End Tower in the Cultivation World was incomparable to its counterpart in the Secular realm; only upon entering the Immortal Realm could one truly understand the vastness of the world.
Though it had six floors, each floor boasted twelve doors, and behind each door lay a different Cave Heaven.
The first and second floors each contained thirty-six rooms of varying sizes within their Little Secret Realms, while the third floor featured private courtyards and gardens.
The fourth floor was even more extravagant; not only were there private courtyards, but the pavilions and waterside pavilions could take ten days or more to fully explore.
The fourth floor was something that ordinary cultivators could hardly afford, let alone the fifth floor, known as a paradise on earth. It was a place that only those from prestigious families or top-tier sects could even dream of.
The sixth floor was reserved for family members of the Sky's End Tower. Aside from Hong Ling and Hong Yulong, Jiang Anbo had spent many days on the third floor and had only recently seen over a dozen disciples from the Treasure Pavilion on the sixth floor.
Tiandong City was crowded with people; many disciples from wealthy families took pride in being able to rent rooms in the Sky's End Tower. Even if one had to fight for a place to stay, it was still worth it. Bu Luo had gone to the arena to gamble, while others stirred up trouble within the Sky's End Tower.
After all, everyone knew that there might be Great Masters residing within those walls, and causing trouble there would surely lead to dire consequences.
Among the Two Lists of cultivators, at least three-quarters had gathered in Tiandong City. Based on my current capabilities, I wondered if any of them would dare to challenge me.
The next day, as Jiang Anbo surveyed the throngs of cultivators flocking towards Yan Dong, he turned to Gu Ping for inquiries. He leaned on his Dongba with one leg while rhythmically tapping his wine bowl with the other.
In terms of strength, those at the Peak of Nascent Soul were not considered formidable opponents—of course, Hong Yulong was an exception.
I heard that he broke through again last month and has now reached the Ying Cultivator stage, yet I don't see him in a hurry.
There are benefits to being an infant, and there are wonders to the Golden Core. If one doesn't grasp the principles within, they won't be eager to break through for a day. His impatience led him to break through four minor realms in just half a year. Even if he has a Pseudo Golden Core as a foundation, I don't deny that it's too rushed.
Of course, that's just on the surface. Gu Ping has always felt something strange; he believes his cultivation level cannot be viewed through ordinary classifications. It’s as if he has traversed a path no one has walked before. In this realm, he can confidently say he is unmatched, which clearly indicates that the previous classification system does not suit him.
Thinking of this, Gu Ping suddenly recalled the old man who resembled a withered corpse, with that bizarre painting. I don't deny that back then, he was like Gu Ping, following a path different from the Tian Dong Cultivator route. That was what allowed him to stand undefeated and break the Mahayana Practitioner’s iron rule of not lingering in the World of Mortals for more than eighty thousand years.
The Peak of Nascent Soul is not merely about the Heavenly Ranking; those rankings were established long before Hong Yulong's time.
Gu Ping nodded and shook his wine glass; even the sweet yet not spicy Plum Wine felt somewhat bland.
He knows what I know: those truly seeking something on the Light Path wouldn't just point at outsiders like him. The number of cultivators entering Tiandong City is overwhelming; how many Light Path cultivators there are remains unclear even to me. As for why he came here, on one hand, it’s about our agreement; on the other hand, it’s also a way to temporarily evade the strict blockade from the north. Once the Sky East Tournament concludes, it seems we will have to reach some resolution.
Gu Ping quietly transmitted a message to Jiang Anbo, not worried about anyone eavesdropping.
Jiang Anbo looked somewhat downcast, which made Gu Ping chuckle. He pointed at Jiang Anbo and laughed: "He says that when we were in our Sect, we shouldn't have let him follow me. Yan Dong really took him as a friend. Bu Luo is only two or three Lunar Phase levels away; why send someone so heartless to accompany him?"
"Most of those heartless individuals in Yimen betrayed during that Great War over ten years ago. They fled when the Major Sect fell apart in just a few months, leaving behind only those who are unaware of the world's dangers and still cling to ideals of heaven and humanity, unwilling to acknowledge established facts."
Wine turns sorrow into worldly grievances—no one knows, no one asks.
Without discussing what has passed, what should we do in the future? Are we truly destined to live our lives hiding in shadows, facing uncertainty day by day?
It won't be a lifetime, they have already found me. When the time comes for the Light Path Classic, there will always be someone who can take the opportunity to become the Dongyi and assume the title of Light Path Master. It won't be a lifetime.
What I fear is not seeing that day. How much longer can I live? The Heavenly Gate has already been closed to us cultivators. The two Daoist Sects are encircling the East, and for every Light Path Grandmaster we lose, it diminishes our numbers. After that Great War a few years ago, only a handful of us Light Path Great Ascension Practitioners remain. Without fresh blood, we can only sustain ourselves for a mere ten thousand years; perhaps in just a few thousand years, the vast World of Mortals will completely forget us.
Am I saying that their persistence is meaningless?
Jiang Anbo suddenly grinned, unsure if he was mocking himself or if he was ridiculing Gu Ping's shortsightedness.
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