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Even I couldn't determine why, but every time I encountered the Lightbringer, the Bright Foundation would instinctively respond. The accuracy of that response even surpassed Gu Cuo's sensing of Light Spirit Power.
I couldn't help but wonder how I discovered his identity.
The three of them walked in the courtyard reminiscing, while Liu Dong and Gu Yi stood to the side, pouring tea like Easterners, listening as the three shared their past stories. Even Gu Xin felt an indescribable sense of sorrow; a door and a colossal entity had crumbled in just a few moments. The implications hidden within and the people and events concealed behind it could not be summarized in just a few sentences.
The Eternal Night Sect was no more, leaving only Dongyi's Night Emperor to escape from the encirclement of the Jade Void Sect and Moon River Sect. After changing his appearance, Ru Ming, the king of the night, still adhered to the principle of bringing light to save the people, actively roaming in the Dust Realm, searching for his own Night Emperor.
He didn't care.
Gu picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. While sipping, he admired the awkward expression of the Night Emperor. Although it was just four words—Bu Luo—it was enough to explain everything.
Originally, they had both come for the Starlight Pen, but unexpectedly discovered Ye Youluo was also there during the first phase. Thus, their goals shifted slightly. Gu and Ye Youluo agreed on certain conditions; when it came to the Nine Netherwood Azure Dragon, they would compete for first place in the second phase. In exchange for obtaining the Starlight Hound, Gu would trade something from his leg. Therefore, he should have been able to free himself during the second phase to find trouble with Ye Youluo later on, hoping Brother Ye would lend him more support.
The Sunfire Sect sent me, a Golden Core Cultivator. It seemed they didn't underestimate the importance of the Starlight Pen. If there were any issues that needed handling by the Sunfire Sect, they could rely on us from the Eternal Night Sect.
Han Yu had Nascent Soul Stage cultivation; even though the Night Emperor regarded him with some admiration, Jiang Anbo appeared to be nothing more than an unlearned fool in his eyes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have only reached Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivation and shown no signs of breaking through now.
Currently, the Sunfire Sect was the only one capable of speaking with us face-to-face among all sects; most of Mingguang Sect's resources had already shifted outside of Sunfire Sect, and Mingguang Sect itself was gone.
After the Light Canon incident, I realized that Jade Void Sect, Ming Huang Sect, Lutuo Pavilion, and Moon River Sect all had Great Masters involved. He couldn't rely on Great Jin Yang Family to help him escape; initially, he hadn't noticed that at all.
How could the Light Canon end up in my hands?
He had always been at his legs, and at the initial critical moment, the Primordial Celestial Demon attempted to seize his body but was ultimately destroyed by the Pure Fox's Pure Demon Fire. Thus, he survived Dong Lai while the Primordial Celestial Demon perished. The sect did not participate in that encirclement because they did not wish to join; the Primordial Sovereign had already gone astray, cultivating demonic powers. If they had been involved in the battle against the Light Canon, the Primordial Celestial Demon would have appeared earlier, and the sect would have inevitably followed in the footsteps of the Light. They chose to retract their powers entirely, arming themselves from the ground up like a hedgehog, which allowed them to avoid the fate of annihilation. Meanwhile, the Void's Four Great Gates focused their attention on the Light, granting the sect a chance to survive. Bu Luo also had only a few months left; without support from the Eastern faction, they would have fallen into a first-rate sect, even fragmented like the Light.
Gu Fang placed a teacup on his leg and succinctly analyzed Yan Dong's situation for the three of them. Bu Luo's Night Emperor was well-informed, while Yi Dongzi understood why the Ninth Underworld chose this moment to invade.
Originally, there were seven gates in the Dust Realm; Ru Ming had lost two of them, leaving behind Eastern Buddhist Sect forces like Yuan Ti in the west and Infinite waiting to seize the cake from both Light and Yuan Shi. Qiankun awaited to benefit from their conflict. The only remaining force capable of genuinely resisting was Eastern Buddhism. The academy Ru Ming also showed signs of decline; after several tests against the Ninth Underworld and with a monster like Ye Youluo emerging, an invasion of the Dust Realm became inevitable. Tian Dong Da's forces were destined to seek a new situation.
Ye Huan lightly tapped his dagger with his finger, producing a crisp sound. A hint of sorrow unconsciously flickered in his eyes. The Light had always taken Tian Dong as its responsibility, with Buddhist Sect ideals aimed at saving both themselves and others, as well as economic thoughts aimed at helping people. For those who had strayed from cultivation, it was like asking ordinary mortals to fight for a glimmer of hope.
No one cared about those who could only look up at the sky; they were unaware of Tian Zai's matters because they were neither cultivators nor immortals. They held no power in their hands and saw no destiny before them, desperately fighting for fortune while inheriting countless burdens. To those ordinary people, Bu Luo was merely a swarm of ants; life and death were free within their fate—how could they be blamed?
A hundred thousand years ago, during a great calamity, demons sought to use the blood of mortals in the Dust Realm to open a passage between the Ninth Underworld and Heaven, igniting the Battle of Good and Evil.
In all recorded texts regarding that event, one could see only four words: "the suffering of living beings." It detailed how many sects perished and how many lives were lost. Yet those ordinary citizens living among mortals were never mentioned until the Light appeared out of nowhere, infusing spiritual power into talismans that even ordinary people could use without any cultivation level. That was when people began to notice the vast number of mortals.
After the Battle of Good and Evil concluded, no one remembered how many innocent lives were lost. The talismans that could be activated without requiring spiritual power became increasingly rare because no ruler would allow anyone under their rule to threaten them—regardless of race or era. That unwritten rule has persisted until now and will continue to be upheld in the future unless someone can break it.
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