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It was never-ending. Xu Qiaoshan observed closely and realized that even the hairpin atop Pei Shigui's head was extraordinary, continuously emitting a sound that disturbed the minds of cultivators, making it impossible to concentrate.
That guy certainly had considerable wealth.
Even accompanying Hong Yulong to watch Hong Ling, as the young master of Sky's End Tower, one couldn't help but sigh, what a prodigal son.
A single person could command so many magical artifacts; perhaps the choice of Cultivation Method was not an issue. Not to mention any Sect's secret teachings, it seemed anyone could cultivate. The best Cultivation Methods belonged to individuals, and if that person fell, the Cultivation Method would become dormant.
Ye Youluo pointed out the truth about the Middleman: without solid spiritual power accumulation, even possessing so many magical artifacts wouldn't allow one to utilize them effectively. Everyone thought that having so many treasures meant they could succeed, but how many could simultaneously wield several artifacts without exhausting themselves? Bu Luo was just dreaming if he thought otherwise.
My piece was also a top-tier magical artifact. When I used Starry Universe Eastern Chess, I must have relied on that top-tier artifact to remain so composed. I truly envied those Heavenly Prodigies who had Daoist Sects looking after them. I saw him with Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Although he was also an outstanding figure outside his Sect, he still had to prepare everything himself.
That wasn't something Daoist Master Wei Guangming gifted him; it was something he earned.
Ye Youluo went to pour tea again, but Bu Luo only managed to spill a little before the tea ran out. Xiao Zhang didn't understand why Ye Youluo loved tea so much; this must have been the third pot already, and perhaps even Ye Youluo himself had forgotten.
Who was I? How could those ordinary folks compare? Heaven itself provided them with top-tier magical artifacts.
Just after saying a couple of words, Xiao Zhang fell silent. Who has heaven-given top-tier magical artifacts? Besides those from ancient times, I've never heard of anyone carrying magical artifacts when they came into being. Moreover, ordinary people carrying artifacts in ancient times were all at the Great Immortal level; these treasures were referred to as innate supreme treasures. They could be said to nurture beings daily, and their power could be described as capable of destroying heaven and earth—how could they be considered top-tier artifacts? Even Zhen Yan would likely shatter upon encountering an innate supreme treasure; only Dao Zun's path-related items could be compared.
I wouldn't dare say my legs were innate items; who could possibly defeat me?
He seemed somewhat envious of us; our lives were better than his. When I realized bit by bit that I was watching my own people walk towards their end while feeling powerless, I understood why he always appeared so unperturbed—it was simply his fate.
Xiao Zhang gazed deeply at Ye Youluo. He always felt that no matter what Ye Youluo did, it was her intelligence and the full support of the Daoist Sect that enabled her to accomplish seemingly impossible tasks. Suddenly, Xiao Zhang realized that Ye Youluo was simply doing what she was meant to do. Those tasks were meant for one person, and that person's name was Ye Youluo. She knew everything because she had seen clearly the River of Fate that belonged to her, and she had also glimpsed the scene at the end of that great river.
Although Ye Youluo's face remained calm, Xiao Zhang understood that the blind person before him could not see. Ironically, she saw more clearly than anyone else, perceiving not just the surface but the essence of things.
As Ye Youluo herself had said, it felt powerless to watch oneself step by step approach the end of a story. Perhaps that was the saddest thing for a person—such was her fate.
As the moon sank completely in the east and night fell, Tian Zai's Pei Shigui fire finally extinguished. Sima Wuduan initially did not deny his defeat against Pei Shigui's almost unscrupulous tactics; he failed to mount any effective counterattack. He was exhausted after continuous battles, having had no opportunity to rest during the Great War. This was indeed the greatest challenge for every Guardian: if they could not defeat their enemies in a short time, they would fall into a war of attrition, ultimately worn out and easily overcome by later opponents. Sima Wuduan faced such visible difficulties.
When Pei Shigui landed on Liangxiaoshan, Sima Wuduan's voice rang out once more. The spectators at Liangxiaoshan were at a loss for words. Although both sides held different positions, that did not prevent a cultivator from respecting a tenacious warrior. Since the battle began, Sima Wuduan had not uttered a word of fatigue nor asked for rest; in his eyes, fighting was his greatest refinement.
Clap, clap, clap.
When respect for a person became inexpressible, applause became the best way to show it.
Though his warm voice was drowned out by the thunderous applause, Night Emperor could still clearly hear Sima Wuduan utter those three words: " Bu Fou "
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