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In Mu Qinglong's eyes, Ye Youluo was the epitome of all Nine Nether Cultivators. There were many who could make promises, and many who could boast about the East Sea Mouth, but there was only one person capable of fulfilling wishes and leading the entire Ninth Underworld from the depths into the light—Ye Youluo. From the day Mu Qinglong first learned about her, he had been determined to become someone like her. He bore the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, using his not-so-broad arms to carry the entire Ninth Underworld forward. He did not deny his Immortal Path, nor did he deny his Cultivation Level. He did not deny the heavenly principles, nor did he deny that there were people in the Ninth Underworld who hoped to be free from the suffering of Nine Nether Cold Qi. Who else could carry the weight of the world forward?
Was it exhausting?
Sometimes even Mu Qinglong, who was favored by two Daoist Masters, felt as if he was shouldering the Dao Tradition and became mentally fatigued. What about the one carrying the entire Ninth Underworld forward? Would she not be tired as well? Surely she would be. Ye Youluo had pushed herself to the forefront of the Nine Nether Invasion; she was a cautious leader among all Nine Nether Cultivators. After consolidating all the powers of the Ninth Underworld, Ye Youluo's status had even surpassed that of Dao Zun to some extent, replacing Dao Zun in the hearts of Nine Nether Cultivators. Anyone could say they were tired, but not Ye Youlo.
Qinglong.
Hmm?
If Gu Ping had not come for some reason to stop his plans, after the Sky East Tournament, I would take everyone away with me. No matter what, I would ensure he wouldn't survive a month after that.
I will obey your orders, Senior Brother.
Knock knock knock.
The urgent knocking echoed in Jiang Amber's ears. Standing by the well in the courtyard and watching Han Yu play with a koi fish, Jiang Amber stretched lazily and walked to the door to open it.
As soon as she opened the door and caught a glimpse of Gu Ping, she slammed it shut with a bang, looking at him with suspicion.
What is that guy doing here?
He sent for him.
Gu Ping gestured with his leg, signaling Jiang Amber to open the door.
With a sigh of relief, Jiang Amber finally let the person waiting outside enter.
Dressed in a black robe, the newcomer had a cold expression, exuding an aura that suggested he was ready to kill at any moment. Who could this be if not the Night Emperor?
Who am I?
He wanted to ask Brother Ye, who am I?
Seeing the tense standoff between the two, Han Yu set down the fish tank she was holding and moved closer to Gu Ping. Although she was merely at the early stage of Nascent Soul, she was still the top performer of Spring Pavilion, and she had heard enough about the Night Emperor's reputation to know it was significant.
Creak.
The harsh sound of the door closing echoed in the ears of the four. No matter what Jie Donglai tried to say, those outside were certainly listening. After some thought, Jiang Amber decided to close the door. From what he understood about Gu Ping, that guy never did anything without a plan.
He was also curious—was this Night friend a Loose Cultivator? How could he possibly be someone from Light Path Classic?
Isn't Jiang also a Loose Cultivator? How did Coco see through his identity so easily?
Light Path Classic?
Han Yu and Jiang Amber looked at the Night Emperor in surprise, glancing at Gu Ping. They never expected that the once-dominant Night Emperor would be one of their own. The cohesion of the Dao Tradition from the Light Path Classic surpassed that of other Daoist Sects, and whenever disciples from the Light Path Classic met, they were always very friendly. But the Night Emperor certainly did not seem like someone from the Light Path Classic.
Could it be? Jiang Amber and Han Yu exchanged a knowing glance, both realizing their mistaken assumption, and shared a smile—Eternal Night Sect.
Who exactly are we? If tomorrow we cannot speak of Minghong, it is likely that none of us will be able to leave.
The Night Emperor's dagger appeared in his hand, ready to strike. He would not allow Gu Ping and the others to reveal his identity, even if he wasn't entirely confident about Liu Dong or Gu Ping. Keeping the other two here required no effort on his part.
Jiang Amber, a disciple of Sunfire Sect, had met Brother Ye.
Han Yu, a disciple of Yuyao Sect, had also met Brother Ye.
Sunfire Sect, Yuyao Sect—how amusing.
Suddenly, the Night Emperor laughed. Although Qunqin Ping did not know what the Night Emperor had been through, he could see from Jiang Amber and Han Yu's excited faces that the Night Emperor's survival was not so easy. The encirclement by the Five Great Sects was fierce, but there were still those like Dong Lai who could survive and reinvent themselves as Divine Cultivators. Tian Di Dong likely had someone like the Night Emperor among them.
The Eternal Night Sect was no more; it was gone.
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