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I don't deny it.
A deep gaze pierced through the dark clouds, witnessing the rolling thunder of "I don't deny it." The celestial beings in the Celestial Royal Court walked on, perceiving the heavenly path as absolute. The Great Dao lay to the east, while mortals like Bu Luo were mere pawns manipulated by the legs of immortals. The heavenly path may be ruthless, but could it truly regard Easterners as mere ants? Surely, those high atop the mountains thought otherwise.
The immortals sought to strike down Yin Tianheng swiftly, which explained why he had not ascended for so many years.
Zun Wei Guang desired the Great Dao but had taken a wrong turn and was now trapped in the mountains. Even if he wished to return to the eastern mountains, it would be like a fantastical tale; no amount of time reversal could erase his entanglement with the eternal heavenly path. Even if the Light Path rose, it would ultimately be just another member within the realm of immortals, while Bu Luo merely established another peak among many.
Yin Tianheng, however, walked the right path. If he were to ascend to the Nine Heavens, it would be akin to moving mountains and filling seas, leaving no division between the world and Shandong. Was that not what every immortal desired?
The might of Yan Dong's Heavenly Tribulation could hardly be contained by a Nine Nether Immortal in Tian Zai's shadow. It seemed that those immortals who ascended from the World of Mortals could not comprehend Yin Tianheng's understanding of the Great Dao.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning, as thick as an arm, struck down upon Yin Tianheng's head. Yet before it reached ten feet from him, it dissipated into nothingness.
Even so, those in the east could still feel its contained power. At that moment, Yin Tianheng stood like a rock amidst crashing waves, unyielding against the tumultuous sea.
Time flowed like a fleeting horse; how many remained in this world? Few could recognize him now. After that battle years ago, many thought he had become an enemy to all. Yet looking back now, he realized that his path was still his own.
No one saw a hint of relief in Yin Tianheng's eyes as he slightly spread his arms and raised them above his head. The Rift Sky Sword hovered before him, and as the second bolt of heavenly thunder descended, he actively met it head-on, cleaving through the second strike that was as thick as a tree trunk.
The winds and clouds surged as before when Lei Junhong merged with heaven and earth. Spiritual Energy began to converge from the dark clouds towards Yin Tianheng.
How could the Heavenly Tribulation be anything to him? He was the mountain, and the mountain would always be there.
With a thunderous roar from the east, lightning poured down like rain, engulfing Yin Tianheng. Dark clouds gathered, completely obscuring everyone's vision, even their Divine Sense was blocked from perceiving the Heavenly Tribulation.
Lei Junhong coldly gazed at the crowd eagerly awaiting in the east, his fists clenched tightly. They could not fathom what was happening, but as a True Immortal, how could he not see through the situation?
The reason he did not act immediately was that within the Heavenly Tribulation, Yin Tianheng was actually swimming against the current, seeking to rise amidst the thunder and challenge the immortal Tian Zai.
A sword stretched across the heavens and earth, refusing to let true power be sullied by the mundane. He looked down upon Tiandong's interference; he was invincible in this world.
The sword's radiance appeared in response, cleaving through the dark clouds and soaring into the sky. Golden threads, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, were severed by that single strike. The Nine Heavens emitted muffled groans as if heaven itself were enraged, stirring up towering waves of Spiritual Energy that sought to crush the unruly Yin Tianheng.
As for Tiandong's matters, with Yin Tianheng overseeing them from above, all they could do was hope for the immortal Dong Fan to intervene; surely he would strike down Yin Tianheng with his Rift Sky Sword.
First, a sword severed the line of fate that connected to the immortal's fishing rod; then another sword cleaved open the Heavenly Gate. Celestial energy began to leak out, and even Fei Xiao Zhang and other Divine Cultivators could see through the Heavenly Gate where various immortals were engaged in verbal sparring. Almost everyone simultaneously attempted to strike Yin Tianheng with a palm attack, yet none could reach beyond the Heavenly Gate; their efforts dissipated like smoke.
When I am in heaven, will I perish under this moon? How long can I linger in this World of Mortals?
Tian Zai did not speak; his celestial voice resonated like a great bell throughout heaven and earth.
Calculating against Yuxu Daozun, when it is time for him to act in heaven, even if you are Dao Zun, he will still strike you down with a single sword.
As soon as his words fell, the Heavenly Gate closed. Yin Tianheng bent slightly at the waist in a defensive posture. In that moment of shock for Lei Junhong and others in the east, a flash of red light appeared before everything went pitch black.
As Feng Du Dao Ren squinted his eyes and shouted, "Disciples of the Ninth Underworld, let him retreat," he assessed the situation with a critical eye. He believed that Mi Chong Laozu was not to be pursued, especially considering the uncertain state of the battle in Shadow Tower Forest.
Mu Qinglong initially glanced at Gu Ping, puzzled by why Gu Ping was pleading for their release. With a heart full of doubts, Sima Wuduan took a deep breath. After consuming the elixir, Yan Dong appeared somewhat exhausted and was supported by Mu Qinglong.
Why was Gu Ping asking for their release?
After resolving the matter with Tian Zai, Yin Tianheng landed on the ground, looking at Gu Ping with confusion. To him, those people were like ants—insignificant. It would be better to eliminate them swiftly rather than leave himself with future troubles.
If they were not allowed to return, it was likely that the northern border would face even greater pressure. The Nine Nether Invasion had already become a foregone conclusion; thus, minimizing losses was essential. A cornered dog will jump over the wall, and with two Daoist Sects involved, the war would take time to unfold. It was better to let them go for now. Moreover, both he and Gu Ping needed to restrain those who were ready to tear each other apart; at the very least, they could not allow the Daoist Sect to feel too comfortable and find trouble for them later.
Gu Ping's smiling face appeared to everyone like a sly grin, filled with malice.
"Follow me," Bu Luo asked if I would be willing to become his disciple.
Disciple Gu Ping had met his master.
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