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In the midst of the Battle of Good and Evil, the few survivors from Dong Lai faced a dire situation. Although the final stages of the Demonic Path's complete eradication were underway, the battlefield remained brutal. Countless cultivators had fallen to the counterattacks from the Demonic Path, and they had to exhaust their wits to guard against the dangers that Coco brought.
From that cruel battle, Mi Chong Laozu learned not only about cruelty and coldness but also about responsibility and trust—two things he deemed essential. It was then that Ru Ming appeared, revealing his true identity as a young man who had previously made mistakes.
To save Tiandong City, he was willing to expose his identity and trust others. If a young man whom he had known for only a month, who carried many secrets, could make such a choice, then what was there for him, an old man who had lived nearly a hundred thousand years, to hesitate about?
Could he tell him his real name?
As Chaos Power surged and pain from the re-forging of strength coursed through him, Mi Chong Laozu felt warmth and power that he hadn't experienced in ages.
Junior Gu Ping was originally just a mortal preparing to take office in a small village, but fate had led him to the situation in Yan Dong.
I am that Little Guy who stirred up trouble in Tiandong. Don't underestimate me, Mi Chong Laozu chuckled, though his smile faded quickly as Shen Shi ultimately revealed that he did not deny it. He had betrayed Universe Hall and gasped.
Like Wen Ren's disciples of the Light Path Classic, there was nothing to gasp about; after all, the Dao could never truly converge.
The Dao... it was as if he had heard an incredibly amusing joke. Mi Chong Laozu grinned and took another large gulp of wine. He knew how many mortals had been harmed by just one phrase about the Dao. He understood how much conflict arose between Daoist Sects over such words. He was aware of how many cultivators had died because of it. Where was the true Dao? Bu Luo merely acted out of self-interest; what one sought for oneself rarely involved sharing with others. When one wished to kill without reason, they would invoke the Dao. But could one truly pass through when two people could not walk side by side on a narrow path? If one wanted to cross a rickety bridge, would they not push another into the water? That was not the Dao.
Was there no Great Dao for Easterners to tread upon?
I have said it before: there is a path for Easterners—the Great Dao. But the path of cultivators is the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao is unkind; it treats all things as dust and grants supremacy only to itself. That is the Heavenly Dao.
All beings are equal; yet only it reigns supreme. All beings are equal; yet only it reigns supreme.
Repeating those two phrases incessantly, Gu Ping recalled the initial words left by Wei Guangming in The Book of Radiant Path: "To seek the Great Dao, one must forsake the Heavenly Dao, break the pillars of heaven, tilt heaven's ear, and place oneself in death's grasp before rebirth."
At this moment, after hearing Mi Chong Laozu's words, Gu Ping finally understood why Wei Guangming was besieged by multiple Dao Zun, why the Light Path Classic was rejected by the Sky East Dao Gate, and why, despite losing a Dao Zun, the Light Path Classic was still pushed aside while the Primordial Dao continued to survive.
The reason was that the Light Path Classic went against the heavenly principles, seeking what it could not attain in the Great Dao. It aimed to pursue the Great Dao alongside the Easterners, desiring to make Tiandong a place where no one could rival its supremacy, wishing to bring light to Tiandong. That was truly what the Light Path Classic sought.
If that was the case for the Daoist Sect, then what about the Buddhist Sect?
Bu Luo was merely a group of opportunists. Tiandong thrived on profit; everyone came and went for their own gain. What if they did not seek clarity? They only yearned for that elusive Path of Longevity. Bu Luo spoke flowery words but harbored filthy thoughts.
Yet Junior had encountered a person from the academy who had forsaken life and death, met a monk who, though young, subdued demons, and encountered a woman who, though humble, cared deeply for Tiandong. What then?
It was merely a personal encounter for Bu Luo. If all Easterners were like the three types I mentioned, then Tiandong would have long been as I envisioned it.
Gu Ping's experiences were somewhat known to Mi Chong Laozu through Shen Shi's mentions. To Bu Luo, it seemed that Gu Ping's fate was merely a reflection of personal fortune and could not represent the character of all Easterners. It could not be denied that there were indeed individuals with shining virtues in this world; it was precisely because of them that life was so vibrant.
If everyone were like that, could the heavenly principles be shared?
Mi Chong Laozu put down his wine bowl and pondered for half a day until cherry blossoms fell and withered leaves drifted eastward before he withdrew his thoughts.
Perhaps not. Just as with Dao Zun, when one joins together, another is diminished—unless one achieves Immortal Longevity. Yet even then, one cannot transcend the heavens and earth; despite experiencing countless changes over time, one ultimately becomes mere dust. Only those who stand supreme can leap out of the River of Fate, breaking free from the constraints of time to sleep with heaven and earth and bask in moonlight.
Junior has awakened.
The humble voice of Gu Ping brought comfort to Mi Chong, who felt reassured by the words of Mi Chong Laozu. Those words could not repay Gu Ping for his healing grace, yet unexpectedly, Dongyi's firm declaration from Gu Ping shook him to the core.
Wu Mingyue vowed that he would seek the Great Dao without clinging to it; if the Great Dao was unattainable, he would not gain Fortune for a month.
Boom!
It was as if the sound of nine Heavenly Demons resonated throughout the world, startling both gods and spirits, shaking the three realms.
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