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After passing through Tiger Roar Gorge, the horse team finally reached Banping City, where they could finally relax.
I noticed that along the way, there were hardly any people heading north among the difficult refugees. It seemed that celestial beings fighting had nothing to do with mortals. From Ru Ming's perspective, when gods clash, it is the ordinary people who suffer. Those without the strength to walk might wish they could fly like immortals, but I doubt anyone would want to remain in the World of Mortals, living as an ordinary person for a lifetime.
Gu Ping had recently been filled with many sentiments. More and more refugees were fleeing from war and beginning their migration southward, seeking peace and safety at the bottom of the social pyramid.
Beyond the borders of Later Zhou, it was uncertain how desolate it was outside the Little Jiang Kingdom. Later Zhou was located in the Gobi Desert, where the sky was always shrouded in a faint yellow dust, much like the thick haze that hung over Gu Ping's heart.
I came to the Northern Region border to assist with relocating those refugees. Bu Luo seemed to think I was no longer needed.
"No," Yang Yan said firmly. "There are people who cannot leave or cannot make it on their own. Although I may not change much, I can still offer a little help; at least saving one is better than none."
And now, I don't deny that having one more person on my side could be crucial. If I truly wanted to change this era, Yan Dong presented a great opportunity.
It may sound cruel, but that is the reality. Only through such great turmoil can we completely break the ancient shackles and awaken the indomitable will within people's hearts—just to survive.
In a stable era, Daoist Sect would never give me any chance that could threaten their rule. It is only in this unstable time that I can truly pursue what I want; it is destined to build countless corpses, isn't it?
Ever since that day when Gu Ping asked Yang Yan some questions and helped him successfully forge the Spirit Bridge, Yang Yan had already guessed what Gu Ping was trying to accomplish.
The dawn of a new era was destined to be established, built upon the countless corpses of the old age. The unchanging truth remained: no dynasty was founded without bloodshed, and none fell without a sound. Moreover, Gu Ping sought to end an outdated era.
The wheel of history rolled relentlessly forward; once the tide of time began, it could not be halted, much like the eternal nature of truth.
Even someone as powerful as Dao Zun, who embodied the Way, could not defy celestial principles. Between the Celestial realm and the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, all things were part of the Great Dao. Thus, people referred to the state where one could break free from the shackles of the Great Dao and fearlessly confront fate as Fortune.
Fortune was indeed a miracle.
In the known Creation Realm, there existed the Buddha of the Buddhist Sect, who created the Western Paradise with grand aspirations. However, whether this truly constituted Fortune remained a topic of debate.
If victory in that war could not be achieved through resistance, then hope would have to be placed in the elusive Creation Realm. Could one truly transcend? Even Gu Ping himself held no hope for this.
Regarding Yang Yan's words, Gu Ping chose to remain silent. Although he did not want to admit it, what Yang Yan spoke seemed unavoidable; sooner or later, it would descend upon Gu Ping. Fortunately, Gu Ping had always been a resolute youth.
He quickly ate something so they could continue their journey. The Later Zhou could not be delayed any longer; it was said that Little Jiang Kingdom had already fallen into chaos. If those Monsters and Demons were allowed to continue their rampage, Anping Kingdom would likely not withstand for long. The war had escalated to such an extent that even the mountain deities had yet to intervene. How would Yuezi survive?
Indeed, autumn harvest season was approaching, and he had hoped for a good yield next year after leaving everything behind.
Who could deny it? He had sold off his cattle and sheep, his fields, and his mansion; perhaps even the mountain deities could do nothing about it.
It was uncertain; who had ever seen deities intervene directly? The refugees returning from the Northern Region claimed that those Monsters and Demons even killed deities—what would happen to ordinary folk?
Not far from Gu Ping, a table of refugees was engaged in heated discussion. From their words, it was clear that Yan Dong and the Nine Nether Army continued their unstoppable advance; their military might was far from exhausted.
If things continue at this pace, in another two years, the Nine Nether Army will reach the foot of Chengdao Peak. With Yan Dong and the Cheng Dao Sect unable to withstand the assault from the Daoist Sects, it is likely they won't hold out, Gu Ping thought to himself.
"Are we heading north?"
The waiter, noticing the direction in which the carriage had stopped, asked somewhat rashly.
"Yes, I brought some family assets. I want to see if I can help the Northern Border Army, just to do my part," came the reply.
"You have a good heart. Truly a great benefactor. Just let Bu Luo handle those matters. Someone like you shouldn't meet with misfortune," he added with a sigh.
"Don't worry, I'm quite capable. I can handle spirits and demons alike; it's nothing to be concerned about."
Rumors had spread that during that war, there were demons from beyond, claiming to come from the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, calling themselves by names like Underworld Path and Oil Lu Dao, with something called Killing Path. Just hearing those names sent shivers down one's spine. "Be careful; if someone as kind-hearted as you runs into trouble, it would chill people's hearts."
"Thank you for the reminder. If I can return safely, I will certainly take care of my family."
"That would truly be a blessing for you. Let's hope the Northern Border Army can keep the enemy at bay; only then can I receive guests properly."
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