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In the early summer, a light drizzle fell over Tiandong City, yet the streets and alleys had been bustling with people since three days ago. They gathered in front of Cosmic Plaza, eagerly awaiting news from Dongyi about the latest eliminated participant.
Over those days, more than five hundred individuals had been eliminated, including several from the Nascent Soul Stage and High Leg. The Sky East Tournament's competition was evidently brutal, leaving those who were not fortunate enough to participate wondering if they were lucky or not. "I don't deny," they murmured, reflecting on their misfortune.
Just as this was said, an older man, who had managed to remain at the Golden Core Stage, suddenly widened his eyes, oblivious to the words of his old friend beside him.
The once noisy plaza fell silent as a red figure emerged. The Steward from Treasure Pavilion rushed forward upon seeing that figure, helping the pale-faced cultivator back to Universe Hall for rest.
Was that person... Hong Yulong?
No, it couldn't be Coco.
How could it be Coco?
"I don't deny," they whispered. How could he be eliminated when he was at least comparable to High Leg of Half-Step to Godhood? It seemed he had only just passed the first round.
The news quickly spread through tea houses and taverns, reaching every corner of Tiandong City. As for the specifics of what had happened, people could only glean information from those who had been eliminated.
What a disappointment.
In the Treasure Pavilion's Universe Hall, Hong Yulong was meditating when he noticed Hong Ling rushing in with a look of panic. He glanced at her with a hint of apology in his eyes.
It was good to be back. He thought that perhaps being here would make me a little happier. It had been a long time since he had seen me smile. He remembered the time when that big boy always wore a smile on his face, but he didn't know when it started that he had never seen me happy again.
Hong Ling leaned her head against Hong Yulong's shoulder, savoring the rare moment of peace before her. She didn't want to think about the schemes between the Major Sects or the gossip within her family; she just wanted to quietly lean against him, not thinking about anything at all.
It had been tough.
Hong Yulong forced a stiff smile. He knew what Hong Ling said was true. Ever since he learned that Hong Ling sought to inherit the Hong Clan's assets, he had pushed himself to become stronger, striving to be worthy of that vast family. He had forcibly broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, refusing to retreat in every battle. No one fought like a madman as he did; everything he did was to gain acceptance from that enormous family. Fortunately, he persisted in Dong Lai, but his steps faltered there, and he could no longer become the best in Tiandong.
What hardship was there? Wasn't it all for me?
Hong Ling nestled closer into Hong Yulong's embrace, allowing him to slowly exhale in relief.
The academy's Wen Shiren had sent him out with Ye Youluo, the legendary Ye Xiezi also present. For some reason, they both seemed intent on involving him. No matter what, the academy would never ally with the Ninth Underworld, but it didn't mean they wouldn't get entangled with the Light Path Classic. After all, the Light Path Classic was like a centipede that wouldn't die easily. If that person truly possessed a Heavenly Spirit Root and continued in The Book of Radiant Path, it wouldn't be long before Dongyi produced a Light Path Master. For the academy, this was an investment; for the Light Path Classic, it was akin to finding a lifeline. Yet they couldn't unite with Coco; however, the Light Path Classic should never ally with the Ninth Underworld—especially after experiencing the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm incident, their relationship had become even more strained. How could this be? What was Wen Shiren's true identity? Was he really part of the Ninth Underworld?
Why think so much? Those matters were beyond them now; once the Sky East Tournament concluded, they could return and get married.
Good.
With Che Qiangxuan and Huang Chong eliminated, that Chaos event had finally come to an end. The Treasure Pavilion emerged as the biggest loser in this Chaos; under Mu Qinglong's leadership, the Nine Nether Cultivators and Tenglan had caused significant damage to them. The Treasure Pavilion suffered near-total annihilation and lost its chance at competing for the top three spots across three tiers. Other lesser sects also faced heavy losses while those Loose Cultivators took advantage of this chaos to safely navigate through without any significant losses.
After the yellow sand settled, on the battlefield where Liu Dong had nearly exposed Wen Shiren's identity and where Ye Youluo sought peace with Gu Ping to complete Jie Donglai’s task, those who had fought together now gazed into the distance at other secret realms as one by one disappeared from their sight. The Falling Moon of the Desert Sea cast its light upon them—one felt comforted while the other felt cold.
The Ninth Underworld had never seen such moonlight; no one wanted to carry a chill on their back—the Nine Nether Cold Qi they were born with marked every Nine Nether Person. As long as they didn't step into the heavenly realm for a day, they wouldn't disappear—but how many could truly ascend as Nine Nether Cultivators?
Perhaps the World of Mortals is not necessarily better than the Ninth Underworld, but at least the Ninth Underworld does not have such a chaotic world.
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