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In the Ninth Underworld, everyone yearns to bask in the sunlight. Some frail souls cannot endure the biting chill of the Ninth Underworld and choose to end their newly vibrant lives, much like rotten fish and shrimp in the mud, succumbing to the cold currents. They have never seen sunlight and likely never will again. Thus, he often thinks about letting those who cling to hope live a little longer, just to catch a glimpse of what that warm sunlight looks like.
I can't possibly bring the entire Ninth Underworld to the World of Mortals.
So what?
Listening to Ye Youluo's words, Wen Shiren was momentarily stunned. He had never expected to encounter someone like Ye Youluo before, and perhaps he would never again. At that moment, although Wen Shiren was unsure of Ye Youluo's purpose for coming, the encroaching reality of the Ninth Underworld was an undeniable fact—there was no one who could stop it.
"The fire has come."
In the fading light of the Falling Moon, Gu Ping's slightly gaunt figure contrasted sharply with Jiang Anbo's solid build. The silhouette of the evening sun stretched gradually as they approached Wen Shiren and Ye Youluo.
Honestly, I never thought I would dare to come to Cangtian East Duel. Although we had met before and I had some mental preparation, Bu Luo had just sent Hong Yulong out of the competition. Yan Dong was somewhat surprised; truly, no one could guess what I was thinking.
Wen Shiren shook his head, recalling his own dumbfounded expression when he first met Gu Ping. He really didn't know what to say.
Did he guess?
Gu Ping pouted and pointed at Ye Youluo, causing Wen Shiren to look at Ye Youluo in disbelief. He had to admit that there were indeed people beyond comprehension. In terms of strategy in Tian Di Dong, perhaps no one could match that blind man before him. Despite being blind, every move he made was sharp and unmatched, earning him the title of unparalleled in Fei Tian Dong.
"What should I do? Should I continue following the academy or leave alone?"
Jiang Anbo asked with some concern. Once the Sky East Tournament concluded, both Jade Void Sect and Treasure Pavilion would undoubtedly not let Wen Shiren off easily. The academy likely wouldn’t accept him again either; whether he could escape after leaving was another matter entirely.
He just needed to follow him; no one would believe that the academy would collude with the Ninth Underworld. Bu Luo had a Zhang Liuyuan from the Moon River Sect, and having a Wen Shiren from the academy seemed to be enough. What strange things could happen?
I couldn't go with him. The people from the Ninth Underworld had already mobilized their forces at the border, waiting for Mu Qinglong's signal to launch an all-out war across the two realms.
At that moment, everyone except Gu Ping looked at Ye Youluo in surprise, unable to fathom how such a serious matter could be spoken so calmly by him.
There was no time left. We would be out for at least three days, and news would take at least four transmissions between the two realms. Unless a Mahayana Practitioner intervened, even if the message got through, it would only be taken seriously by the Universe Hall after verification. In the Northern Two Realms, aside from the Great Qin Empire's Iron Cavalry, there were no other defensive forces. In those uninhabited areas and desolate mountains, the World of Mortals wouldn't have time to react. The Ninth Underworld's army had at least foundational cultivation; even in a large-scale battlefield like this, their impact would be minimal unless all cultivators from the World of Mortals rose up to resist, just like they did one hundred thousand years ago.
Perhaps my legs were already done for. Wen Shiren smiled bitterly, not knowing how many lives would be lost this time.
He didn't know either, but he had made his promise and choice. Jie Donglai's decision was no longer related to him; he couldn't deny it. Changing the status quo of the Ninth Underworld seemed impossible.
What use was it to think about those things? Right now, he couldn't change anything; killing him would likely be futile.
Gu Ping leaned on Ye Youluo's shoulder and realized that the blind man with a buzz cut didn't have as broad a shoulder as he appeared; instead, he felt as light as a delicate woman beneath that loose Rough Cloth shirt, which concealed his not-so-strong physique.
When Ye Youluo moved Gu Ping's leg away with his own, Gu Ping felt as if those legs had been sculpted by celestial hands—so flawless that he couldn't find any flaws, their pure red hue was unimaginable.
Could we not get so close? After all, I don't deny it—he was our enemy. Wouldn't it make them think we were brothers?
Jiang Anbo shouted loudly, clearly not paying attention to Bu Luo.
I planned to go out with Tenglan and inform the academy's Steward about this news; it should divert their attention away from me. Once the Nine Nether Invasion began, I could finally breathe easy. Hopefully, after the Sky East Tournament concluded, there would be another chance to meet again.
So be it.
Wen Shiren swung his legs and walked away into the distance. He knew that he had owed Ye Youluo a favor that time, and he probably wouldn't know when he could repay it.
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