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He asked me again, what should I do if that path is not suitable for me?
Before dispersing his energy, Yin Tianheng stood guard beside Gu Ping, wanting to confirm once more.
The disciple wanted to ask Master Ru Ming about his realm and why he was not bound by the heavens.
One hundred thousand years ago, he could slay immortals. Recently, he had kicked down a True Immortal. Yin Tianheng did not explain his own realm but provided two examples instead. As for the heavens, he said, " Bu Fou " He was not bound by the heavens, nor had he ever entered the realm of heavenly control, just like that little girl.
Ye You spent her days idly, aside from playing with Yoyo; she quietly read the books accumulated by Yin Tianheng over the years, which made even him envious. Even if Ye You did not cultivate, her progress during those days was undeniable. She could easily be compared to those who claimed to be geniuses.
For this reason, Yin Tianheng specifically observed Ye You. Initially, he found nothing unusual and attributed that strange phenomenon to fortune. It was truly frustrating.
People seek luck; dynasties have their own fate, sects have their own fortunes. It is like an invisible river of fortune; if it cannot be seen, it does not exist. Why would the Divine Court care about Easterners? Why would the Ninth Underworld seek to expand its territory in the Dust Realm? Why are there factions vying for Tiandong? All of these cannot escape the concept of fortune.
But fortune is mysterious and elusive; it is vast and difficult to grasp. Those who desire it often find themselves in a mundane existence, initially achieving nothing.
What surprised Yin Tianheng was not that Ye You possessed fortune but that Keke was born with a spiritual root of fortune. In Ye You's presence, Yin Tianheng could sense no other spiritual roots at all.
Fortune is determined by heaven; if it were concentrated in one person, that person would likely find everything they do to be twice as hard for half the result. Thus, Yin Tianheng and Gu Ping could only sigh at the heavens' indifference.
Let’s begin.
Gu Ping slowly closed his eyes, gradually dispersing his external spiritual power and merging it into the world around him.
From the very beginning, Gu Ping had encountered a problem. I don't deny it. The pain in his body was unbearable, and just as the spiritual energy outside his body had dissipated, it was replenished by the foundation. No matter how Gu Ping tried, he couldn't truly disperse the energy; if the energy couldn't be dispersed, how could he release his cultivation?
Fortunately, Yin Tianheng noticed Gu Ping's issue and shouted like a thunderclap, instructing him to return to where he came from.
According to Yin Tianheng, Gu Ping should no longer scatter his Spiritual Energy into the world but instead return it all to his foundation. The spiritual energy that had entered his body had already reverted to its original form. What kind of transformation would Ru Ming undergo when it returned to the foundation?
He decided to let it be.
Gu Ping didn't think much of it and completely dispersed his Spiritual Energy. After several hours, he began to release his cultivation.
That kid had an external reserve of Spiritual Energy that was astonishingly more than a typical Nascent Soul Cultivator's by several times. Even an ordinary Transcendent Practitioner wouldn't possess as much external spiritual power as he did. It was hard to tell how he had cultivated.
Wen Ren muttered under his breath that when he released his cultivation, it only took him one hour with Bu Luo. Compared to Gu Ping, it was like comparing a village ditch to a raging river—impossible to compare.
Seeing Gu Ping in such agony while releasing his cultivation made No feel a bit more balanced; it turned out that Junior Brother was also afraid of pain.
Han Yu watched anxiously and decided not to look anymore. Since they were cultivating, with Yin Tianheng there, Gu Ping wouldn't run into any trouble.
Why bother? Speaking of fear of death, we were the ones who risked our lives without hesitation. Ru Ming wondered what was going through their heads. Ye Youluo shook her head, looking at her legs wrapped in the Yin Yang Cloak. If it weren't for Gu Ping's accompanying artifact, she would have likely become food for a demon beast by now.
The Spirit separation—had that kid already died?
Yin Tianheng's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Gu Ping. He never imagined that Gu Ping would find himself in such a state—a state of neither life nor death. At that moment, the usually calm Yin Tianheng broke into a cold sweat.
Lightborn, Chaos Death, immortal and indestructible, the shackles have been shed.
Ye You suddenly patted Gu Ping's head, transmitting a message into Gu Ping's Divine Sense, allowing Gu Ping to become clear-headed enough to further control his body and complete the four steps that Ye You had mentioned.
After a day and a night, Gu Ping slowly opened his eyes, but there was something distinctly unusual about him, as if he had vanished from the world.
Han Yu attempted to help Gu Ping to his feet but found that he couldn't even touch Gu Ping's body.
Not in this realm, yet in this realm—what kind of extraordinary phenomenon could this be? Yin Tianheng looked at Gu Ping with curiosity, a strange smile on his face that made Gu Ping feel uneasy.
It seems to have worked. Gu Ping nodded and after another hour, he finally stood up.
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